Lin Li saw that Barry wanted to say something but hesitated. Frowning, he said, "What else is it? You look troubled."
Barry said seriously, "Lin Li, I need you to promise me something."
Lin Li frowned even more deeply. "Let's hear it."
"No, you have to promise. This is for your sake, and for everyone else's."
Barry's expression turned solemn.
"Restrain yourself. Don't kill anyone."
Lin Li's tightly knit brows relaxed. He had thought it was something serious, but it was only Barry's excessive compassion at work. Barry must have heard him casually say he would electrocute the metahuman and assumed he did not care about life, so he had come specifically to speak to him.
Did he care about other people's lives?
Did he care?
Didn't he care?
He didn't.
When all was said and done, this was just a TV show, a TV show labeled as righteous. Lin Li had never felt any sense of belonging in this world, nor did he believe it was real. He was merely lost inside an online game, where every NPC was constructing a heroic game.
Would you care about the lives of NPCs in a game?
No.
Why not?
Because from the very beginning, you looked down on NPCs from a position of superiority.
This was only a TV show—virtual, fake. It did not matter. He could do anything he wanted. As long as he could return home, what did it matter if this place was destroyed? It was just a TV show.
That way of thinking had actually occupied Lin Li's mind all along. It was only his reserved Eastern temperament that had made it reveal itself slowly.
Especially after he had crossed into this world and gained power stronger than that of ordinary people from the very start—power with