"An Youlu," Ander said, his voice tinged with indifference, "your convictions were never firm enough, nor were you ever brave enough. You have neither the madness to stake everything on one throw nor the patience to endure hardship and bide your time."
Black Cat rolled over, exposing his soft belly as though enjoying a leisurely afternoon. "That's why I say you should just take a good rest. Stop doing anything. Whatever you do will be wrong anyway."
"My business is none of yours." An Youlu lowered his eyes.
With that, An Youlu left Ander's house.
Black Cat kept his eyes closed and remained curled up in the artificial sunlight, resting peacefully, with only the tip of his tail occasionally sweeping lazily across the cushion.
An Youlu's footsteps were heavy with loneliness. He glanced back at Ander's residence, feeling neither sorrow nor joy.
Even if the world outside fell apart, peace and quiet would still reign here.
He had finally seen everything clearly.
Ander did not care how many people died in Zone 1, nor did he care about changes in power.
Even though Ander claimed to regard him differently, in truth, people like him meant nothing in Ander's eyes.
An Youlu stumbled over the rubble toward a temporary camp several hundred meters away.
That was where Zone 1's survivors were currently staying.
None of the survivors had a Sequence with construction skills, so the place remained in the wreckage left behind after Qi Tian's battle.
The once magnificent buildings of Zone 1 had been reduced to a few makeshift shelters cobbled together from steel sheets, wooden slats, and tarpaulins.
He pushed open the wooden door, and a mixture of sweat and leftover food assaulted his nostrils.
The room was dark and cramped.
On a long table originally used to store