Yang Weite tasted the poison known as pain and regret.
If he had not done so many things, everything would have ended peacefully. Like an Ordinary Person, he would have lived a happy, tranquil, fulfilling life.
But though he was still alive now, he lived in pain.
The people of Sanctuary Manor listened to the Wireless Radio broadcasts every day in fear.
"Burning monsters from beyond the heavens have fallen upon the land, burning forests, weeds, hyenas, Ghouls, rats, cockroaches—the good, the bad, the beautiful, the ugly..."
"They spare none of it. Everything will be reduced to scorched earth."
"The Railroad, Brotherhood of Steel, Institute, Volunteer Army, monsters, and Mutant People have all joined forces, yet they are still suffering defeat after defeat."
"Just yesterday, Old Buken Farm was destroyed. It was a large farm producing 800 tons of grain and 5 tons of milk and meat each year. What a precious asset it was to the Wasteland. How many Scavengers, raiders, Wanderers... did it feed every year?"
"Its disappearance means tens of thousands have lost their jobs, becoming drifters in the wilds, only to die silently in the end."
As they listened to the Wireless Radio broadcast, both Soldiers and Farmers fell into despair.
The only one who remained calm was Handy Teacher.
Handy Teacher was familiar to them. Its nagging had once been irritating, and only Yang Weite had possessed the patience to listen.
But now, every night, people gathered around it to listen to its rambling.
"The Burning Legion is nothing special. At worst, they can burn us into one huge fireball. They are living creatures too. They can be killed, and they can be afraid."
"Their chief, a fellow named Mal'Ganis, is trying to negotiate with the locals. He wants to rule this world, and in