This world had always been cruel.
It was simply that many people failed to realize it. Even when they did, powerless to change the status quo, they could only choose to numb themselves in all sorts of ways.
Take the current Federation Council... Though people often mocked the world as one gigantic amateur operation, anyone capable of sitting in those positions could never be an idiot. Deep down, they knew better than anyone that in the near future, human civilization would face a crisis even more severe than the first Anomaly War.
Yet their current attitude was like that of an ostrich burying its head in the sand, seeking only to preserve the status quo—when people fell into a desperate situation where they could do nothing, wishful thinking would always take the high ground over reason. They would think that perhaps the crisis would not arrive within the next month... or perhaps a year, or even an entire term in office.
Once that wishful thinking gradually grew, their brains would slowly numb themselves. They would believe that the current state of affairs would continue forever... The crisis might come, but by the day it arrived, perhaps they would already have left office, or perhaps they would already be dead—then what did this so-called crisis have to do with them?
They could just leave it to future generations.
As the saying went—"After I die, let the floodwaters rage."
Pei Zongjun had wanted to change the status quo, but he had died.
Not only had he died, he had dumped this enormous burden on Sun Hang in one go.
Sun Hang wanted to be an ostrich too, but if even he became one, then this fucking world would truly be finished.
He truly disliked the world of Anomalies, and even felt a