Hill turned and glanced over.
Even from so far away, he could feel how delighted Shar was.
The Goddess of Dark Night narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at him. "Hill, you should understand that I really need to see some aspects of human nature that make me feel more comfortable, so I do not grow too weary of the mortal world."
What she wanted to see was not the glorious righteousness humans displayed when everything was going their way.
Rather, it was the faint goodwill that endured even through layer upon layer of tests of human nature.
Were the Undead skilled at scheming against one another?
They truly were.
The competition between allies and the deceit between enemies could sometimes be far more "entertaining" than Toril's simple, brutal hostility.
Yet in the world the Undead came from, the lessons they had received since childhood meant that, even when their goal was likewise to make the other side fail completely or even die, they would not give off that rotting atmosphere.
That included Zhu Meili, "Lu Huayu," and even the arrogant "Doomsday Romance" from the beginning.
No matter how arrogant or cruel they acted in the game... no one felt that they deserved to die.
People rotten to the core, evil from the bottom of their hearts, were not absent from the Undead's world... but they could not rise to high positions in the game.
Eden's practices were utterly disgusting, but if they had supporters, it was inevitably because such practices were not considered much of a problem in their own country.
True evil—evil that showed itself—could not step into the open.
Thus, people raised in such an environment might be led astray, but left to their own thoughts, they could not come up with so much "rot and