The Ruined City was utterly silent. Hundreds of soldiers and Demon Hunters stood there, and the atmosphere was bleak and desolate.
Indeed, they were all the most confident and strongest people around. They had grown accustomed to partings between life and death, to witnessing countless cruel scenes. Yet at this moment, they were panicking.
Because no matter what they chose, the consequences would lead to anything but a happy ending.
"Mr. Jack, this isn't fair. We have the right to protect our own homes and loved ones. Why won't you give us a fair chance to choose?"
Someone cried out mournfully, stirring an echo among the others.
Zhang Yang sneered coldly, but his heart was even more desolate.
Fair?
I want fairness too!
But has this damned world ever given me any?
The previous moment, he had still been sitting comfortably on his balcony at home, eating chilled watermelon and secretly peeking at the girl across the way. What a comfortable life that had been. Then, in the next second, a brick had smashed him into the Fantasy World.
Was that fair? Where was he supposed to go to argue his case?
He had struggled desperately and fought for his life in the Fantasy World. He had watched with his own eyes as the soldiers he recruited went off to die for no reason. Was that fair?
He had finally established a village civilization and finally gained a slight lead. Yet for the sake of his parents and his homeland, he had been forced to become the enemy of everyone, scorned by every companion and ally. Was that fair?
Then he had been betrayed by the deity he had once raised himself, stabbed in the back. Was that fair?
A Demoness from the Demon Race had suddenly appeared out of