Lou Guanshan hooked a chair over with his foot, sat down with his legs crossed, and looked at the man before him.
"Can you tell us how that thing outside appeared?"
The man sighed. "It was a disaster this world brought upon itself. We call it [Fallen Pleasure]. As the name suggests, it is the pleasure of depravity, the madness of entertainment above all else.
"A monster nurtured on the souls of all living beings, a wild god that devoured the planet's will, lured people into sinking ever lower, and kept humanity as livestock.
"It sent down rain that brought depravity, luring people into abandoning thought and pursuing ultimate pleasure, and granted everyone power-the power to seek pleasure, the power to grow stronger."
A disaster this world had brought upon itself. It seemed to have something to do with the behavior of this world's humans.
Lou Guanshan pressed, "What did the humans of this world do to cause all this?"
The man's face twitched. He opened his mouth, finding it somewhat difficult to speak.
"It was simple. Those who controlled resources stopped working to create value. Their descendants, too, possessed more wealth than they could ever spend, and they became another kind of creature.
"They no longer considered themselves the same kind of being as ordinary people. They treated the vast numbers of people as expendable resources under their control.
"Expendables had no need for a lifespan, so they kept pushing those expendables, squeezing out every last bit of value before moving on to squeeze others.
"But people could feel pain. When that pain exceeded their understanding of life, the future became an empty, romantic word, poetry in their imagination and distant places they could never reach.
"Because life was too short, and the shackles weighing on them could not