At Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, on the fourth floor, the skeleton in the room was still tirelessly singing an incomprehensible song, grating on everyone's nerves.
The treatment for "insomnia" was quite clear: using the items left behind after two people died to make a potion would be enough to save one person.
But in practice, two deaths were far from enough.
The antidote required soil, mushrooms, yellow butterflies, and yellow flowers. Soil and mushrooms could not drop from a single person, which meant that at least three people had to die before enough antidote could be brewed to save one person.
Moreover, many materials dropped randomly. If they were unlucky, even more people might have to die...
Sacrifice the majority to save the few, or let everyone die fairly together?
The latter clearly violated the principle of rationality. But if they chose the former, what standard should they use to decide who would be sacrificed and who would be saved?
Life was what people desired; death was what people loathed. What right did anyone else have to arbitrarily decide whether a person lived or died?
Jiang Jue was no saint. For the greater good, he had once plotted the deaths of innocent people—but that had usually been a matter of sacrificing the few to fulfill the many.
Now, the numbers had been reversed. Once conflict arose, it would inevitably be the minority group that suffered.
For a moment, Jiang Jue had no idea what to do. He held a cigarette between two fingers and took drag after drag, his brows tightly furrowed.
Chen Lidong finally lost his patience and broke the silence first. "Jiang Jue, you're an old hand from the Listen Wind Guild. Make the call—who dies, and who lives?"
He deliberately tried to shift the responsibility onto