"Was I being too extreme?"
"Exactly."
Roland nodded and said, "What do you take life for?"
"Even if you have power, never consider yourself an arbiter of justice. Once you start, you can never go back."
On the path of carrying out justice, the greatest taboo was saying one thing and believing another. Finn did not truly love humanity as property the way Roland did. Forcing himself to do something like this would only reenact the tragedy of Stratholme.
Besides, the adventurers who had survived this far must have gained considerable experience during this disaster. It was easy to foresee that their experience would grow exponentially as they cleared out the zombies afterward.
There were already few surviving adventurers. If Finn got another batch killed, where would Roland find such fresh crops to harvest?
"But... preserving our fighting strength to take on the source of all this in the Dungeon should be the right thing to do..."
Finn wanted to say more, but Roland cut him off mercilessly.
"If you really believe these people's lives have different worth, why bother asking me? Why not just go ahead and do it?"
Those words laid reality bare, leaving Finn speechless.
"This disaster wasn't your fault. You've already done enough. Just like a thousand years ago, before the gods descended, was humanity driven step by step into a corner by monsters because they hadn't tried hard enough?"
At this point, Roland softened his tone.
"This was beyond their capabilities to begin with. So at a time like this, all you need to do is entrust your heart to hope and miracles."
"You're going to do it?"
Finn caught Roland's implication.
"Of course. No one loves life more than I do."
Roland said this with complete conviction. Whether from a devil's perspective or a