"Hm? Why would you be angry?"
Qian Tu didn't understand.
Slaughter was the main theme of this world, and a perfectly ordinary part of everyday life. Getting angry over that sounded somewhat inconceivable.
Did so-called kindness even exist in this world?
The endless slaughter of the Amusement Park flashed through Ye Buyu's mind. A deep red like crushed berries flowed from her eyes as she looked toward the rows of Popularity Pillars.
Flickering names danced across them amid flashing blades.
"I'm just angry. What Amusement Park? This is nothing but a garbage dump."
She turned her gaze toward the perfectly composed Qian Tu.
She couldn't understand why they could see this slaughter as normal, why they could treat all of this as a game.
"What's so funny? What's so entertaining? Is this lawless, meaningless, almost rotten chaos what you pursue?"
The smile gradually disappeared from Qian Tu's lips.
"Ah, do you think there's anything left in this world worth calling a pursuit? There isn't, is there? Why slaughter? Because slaughter lets them feel they're still alive. That's all.
Without the ability to change any of this, your anger seems rather cheap and laughable."
Qian Tu rose and walked over to the pillar displaying popularity scores. She brushed one hand over the structure with its rising and falling names, then tilted her head toward the person standing opposite her.
White hair, red eyes, an expression hidden indistinctly in shadow. Only the flickering Popularity Pillar beside her was clear, no different from the one beneath Qian Tu's palm.
"Look at the pillar beside you. Why do your names appear on it? Isn't it because those Spectators outside enjoy watching slaughter, enjoy watching you defy your superiors, and crave the thrill of blood flying everywhere?
You... are just like us. We're all performers