All this so-called kindness—if the world truly had a Book of Life and Death, then many people who believed they had done good deeds might find, upon checking after death, that a great deal of their merit had instead been deducted.
For example, releasing invasive species. They believed they were earning merit, but in reality, how many local animals would those invasive species go on to kill?
Or releasing a snake that should have died, even if it was not an invasive species.
Over its lifetime, it might eat five hundred to a thousand small animals. Those hundreds of little creatures would all die because someone released that one snake.
How should such merit be calculated?
Much of the time, what people believed was kindness was not kindness at all.
In the end, it was merely the pursuit and enjoyment of their own emotional satisfaction.
Kindness toward one's own kind, and kindness that did not harm one's own interests or those of others—only that counted as true kindness.
Wu Heng turned and left.
Ash, standing nearby, continued staring blankly, as though he wanted to carve the tragic sight before him deep into his heart.
He secretly swore that he would do everything in his power to protect the families of these volunteers, so they could survive in this difficult world.
"Ash, let's go!" Kelly called out to Ash while holding the two children in her arms, though no one knew what she was thinking.
She handed one of them to Ash and had him help look after the child.
Once the child returned to the clan, they would certainly be entrusted to someone who had not become a Marrow Eater. After all, Kelly herself was a Marrow Eater. Even during an evil spirit invasion, if she threw a stone—
—it