"Sacrifice myself to save the world?!"
A thread of Yin Ming's thought was completely assimilated by the false memories implanted from the outset.
He took on the identity of Norman Martin, firmly regarding the salvation of the world as his responsibility.
At the same time, his inherent desire of self was operating like a subconscious mind.
He simply could not sacrifice himself without hesitation for a group of unrelated people, nor would he approve of such an act.
Consciousness clashed with the subconscious. Conflict bred hesitation, and hesitation led to sinking into the illusion.
Yin Ming met the gazes of the five people with his deep eyes and said in a flat, husky voice, "Some sacrifices are inevitable if we're to save the world."
The tall man hidden in the shadows finally spoke. "Since we've made our choice, let's go wild one last time, then... march to our deaths!!"
Yin Ming shook his head. "No. We're part of the world too, and its finest part at that. Why should we sacrifice ourselves to save those willingly degraded slaves and muddleheaded good-for-nothings? Why discard the best and keep the dregs? Why not discard the dregs instead? Simply because there are more of them?"
They were questions.
Yet Yin Ming's tone was utterly certain and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
The five of them: "..."
His words shook them deeply.
They should not discard the best and keep the dregs.
It sounded very reasonable, but something about it still felt wrong.
The middle-aged man stirred the dim yellow campfire and said, "But we're the ones making the decision! Isn't it wrong to choose to sacrifice others?"
The woman dressed in animal hides agreed. "Besides, the will of the Flameburning Fire is to free the humans of the Source Plane from oppression. How