Lin An fell completely silent.
Heavy industrial emissions.
Radiation cultivation.
They had merely stopped people from breathing it in, and protests had broken out.
They truly had no regard for human life.
Yet Universal Heavy Industry, which had done all this, was somehow still one of the ten most conscientious companies of the year—a world-class corporation.
The more he thought about it, the more stifled his chest felt.
This world had already become completely different from the original story he remembered.
He asked himself: what if he had not been born into Universal Heavy Industry, but had instead been reincarnated into an ordinary commoner's family?
Unable to afford a soul spirit or go to school, with no choice but to rely on industrial emissions and radiation to awaken his potential.
Just thinking about it made that suffocating feeling seem almost enough to drown him.
Bitter.
Too bitter.
But had he caused this suffering?
Lin An did not think so.
He was no saint. He had no interest in carrying everyone's suffering on his shoulders.
The medicinal waste could still be discharged; it was a path upward for those at the bottom.
Even if that path was covered in thorns, at least it was their own choice.
But these emissions, this radiation—
He narrowed his eyes.
"Shadow Brake."
"Present."
"Stop the emissions."
Lin An's voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable certainty.
"The medicinal waste can continue to be discharged, but all radiation and emissions are to be cut off starting today."
Shadow Brake's crimson pupils flickered slightly, as though she were calculating something.
After a moment, she nodded. "Understood. But, Young Master, we'll take losses if we do this—"
Discharging those emissions alongside the medicinal waste had originally been meant to make the emissions seem "reasonable," saving costs while avoiding