The shrill screams rang out behind her, but Cabbage did not look back. She did not particularly like watching bloody scenes, just as she did not like watching pigs get slaughtered while eating pork.
As for the other party's reason? She strongly disagreed with it.
There were indeed some twisted people in this world whose personalities had been shaped by their birth environment. But some people were simply rotten by nature. Even if their parents had lovingly cared for them since childhood, their friends had been kind, and their surroundings had been good, there would still be degenerates among them. Those naturally born Rich Second Generations could live carefree lives as wastrels their entire lives, so how had they still ended up committing so many shocking atrocities?
Back then, Soap had been treated as some kind of joke by who knew how many people in the base. Even now, many posts still contained legends about him and Grandpa Lu. After learning that this was not a game, and that this might be what she would be for the rest of her life, what had Soap chosen?
How had the people around him viewed him back then? How had he accepted reality?
Cabbage did not know, but she knew Soap did not like her. Whenever he came to find Grandpa Lu and discovered that she was there too, he would usually leave quietly. Clearly, just like the fellow before her, he was jealous of lucky ones like her.
Cabbage could actually understand that mentality. But no matter how much Soap disliked her, he had never shown her even the slightest hint of malice. Flower Spirits were naturally sensitive; if he had any, she would have sensed it long ago.
Soap was a good person. Thus, even after encountering such circumstances, he