"Yes, fairness. Though we both know there's no real fairness in this world."
The figure in the darkness gave another soft laugh.
"Even if I ask you to make your operating rules as fair as possible, if fairness were all that mattered, there would never have been such a thing as First-Test Users. And right now, I shouldn't be bothering with these 'trivial' matters."
Strictly speaking, the schemes, killings, and dramas these users played out among themselves made little difference to a "manager" like him. It was all meat in the same pot.
Or, more precisely, from the perspective of the Silver Pool, users with enough intelligence and creativity to devise new methods and forge their own paths had put in far more effort than ordinary people. They had shown greater talent, too.
And from the Main God's perspective, there was no distinction between righteous and wicked paths.
On the contrary, people driven by such deep desire, greedy enough to pursue their goals by any means necessary, were the "seeds" most likely to rise to great heights. Their conduct was worth praising and rewarding with extra encouragement.
Order provided the conditions for a nursery to grow. Chaos was the means of selecting the strongest seedlings.
Plants in a field fought each other for sunlight and water. The strong flourished; the weak withered. That was only natural. What did fairness have to do with it?
"But if you insist, call it a double standard on my part."
The speaker readily admitted his own "hypocrisy."
"As the saying goes, a gentleman keeps his distance from the slaughterhouse. It's one thing when you haven't seen something. Once you have, you can't pretend you didn't."
He glanced back. His gaze passed through the rock wall and swept over the partitioned warehouses, where living creatures