Commander Luke saw that there was no movement around him and began shouting furiously, but unfortunately, there was still no response.
Anna silently watched everything unfold. She did not need to do anything, because time would settle it all for her. Humans were social creatures; in the Little Black Room, with no one else around and nothing to see or hear, anyone would break down.
After shouting and cursing for a while, Commander Luke collapsed to his knees in despair once again. His eyes gradually became vacant, and he could not help thinking of that earlier question again—did you know you were wrong?
"I wasn't wrong, I wasn't wrong... Was I really not wrong?"
A long-forgotten memory Luke had deliberately buried flashed through Commander Luke's mind. His childhood had not been entirely devoid of warmth. He had a mother who loved him dearly.
"Luke, don't learn from those people outside. Be a good person. Don't turn yourself into a Demon. You must never bully others."
Luke's mother had been a very kind and gentle person. From an early age, she taught Luke to treat others well. When Luke was little, he had indeed done so. Then, his only toy was tricked away from him, and his food was often snatched away as well.
This made Luke deeply doubt his mother's teachings, but she taught him that good deeds brought good results, and that the good he did would surely bear fruit one day. Luke's mother was Asian and also a devout Buddhist.
Although Luke did not fully agree with his mother, he still did as she said. Unfortunately, in the slums, being a good person brought no reward. Luke's mother fell ill from overwork, and worse still, they had no money for treatment.
Luke went to beg the people around