Whether a soul still belonged to its original self after being frozen aside, there was no need to discuss how much Correction Value would be needed to fill the distortion and sustain its existence afterward, let alone whether it could be done in hell as it could in the Present Realm.
The Chosen One was, in itself, a poison painstakingly concocted for the Present Realm.
Most people who were moved by this plan and blueprint were nothing more than sacrifices meant to lay its foundation.
The weaklings who wanted to flee suffering and sacrifice out of fear were never within the Chosen One's scope.
On the contrary, in Golden Dawn's eyes, the ones truly worth preserving and continuing were these enemies now turning their blades against them on the battlefield of the War of All Realms.
And not just here.
To Golden Dawn, over ninety percent of ordinary people in the Present Realm were likely entirely unnecessary.
How could the Destruction Factor, born from inheriting the dark side of the former Utopia and its absolute elitism, care about those useless idiots who did nothing but flap their lips, stir up trouble, and accomplish nothing of value?
Yet it was precisely these fools who had no idea what they were doing, or simply did not care about the consequences, who betrayed the Present Realm and waved the flag for the Abyss.
Even when presented with facts and reason, they still pretended to be deaf and mute, stubbornly clinging to their wishful fantasies.
Such shameful struggling...
After the meal, everyone gradually said their goodbyes.
But after Kuafu had seen everyone off and returned to the room, intending to grab another private snack, he could not help but widen his eyes at the figure by the table. "Why haven't you left yet?"