"Let the battle royale begin."
On a high mountain outside the village.
Two figures, one red and one white, stood with their hands behind their backs, calmly watching the melee in the village.
"I forgot to remind them... the villagers are unfinished products from the first batch to undergo reshaping."
Yue gave a wicked grin, taking perverse pleasure in it.
His expression was exactly like Old Ninth's.
Like a little joke the creator played on humanity.
"You did it on purpose."
White Garment calmly watched the flames rising in the village, without the slightest concern on his face.
"You don't seem worried about that person called Little White Tiger. He's your junior, isn't he?"
Yue asked curiously.
White Garment was too calm.
Terrifyingly calm.
"When everyone's an ordinary person, those children who grew up in the Garbage Dump are better at surviving than I am. Even if everyone else dies, they'll be fine." White Garment had always thought highly of Little White Tiger.
As orphans at the very bottom, those who managed to grow up safely were already one in ten thousand.
"Why kill them?" What puzzled White Garment was that Yue could clearly have told the others what the villagers really were.
"Survival of the fittest. You don't think I have compassion, do you? Anyone who can't inherit Man means nothing to me."
"Only those who survive desperate circumstances are qualified to see Man."
Bang!
The inn's back door was kicked open with brute force.
Little White Tiger charged out, Shotgun in hand, his gaze sharp.
A dozen or so brothers followed close behind in tactical formation, guns raised and movements perfectly coordinated.
"The village isn't safe. Get out."
Thirteen analyzed the situation calmly. "Run to Yue. We might have a slim chance."
"No use," Old Ninth rejected