Species extinction was a cruel reality, but it did happen often. Even in his previous life, Heath had seen plenty of news about species going extinct, yet it never drew much attention. After all, ordinary people could do so little about these things. Take ivory, for instance. Could ordinary people afford it? Of course not. That was why Heath had always felt those advertisements targeted the wrong audience. They should have been campaigning to the rich, not ordinary people.
A certain young environmental activist in his previous life often railed against carbon emissions, but how much carbon could an ordinary household emit? Protesting to those car companies and wealthy people would have been more effective.
Heath returned to his food truck with a heavy heart, then put the ingredients he had bought into his storeroom. Constantly sorting and stacking the ingredients helped calm him down a little. He planned to ask the League staff once they started work. It was still early, so naturally, he could not disturb anyone's rest. Just because Heath was used to getting up early did not mean everyone else was.
As soon as he returned to the food truck, Heath saw Little Red lying on the sofa, tail flicking back and forth, with a comic book in front of the cat. Heath took a look. It was Mountain Thief King, which Zoroark had bought, and it could be considered the longest-running comic in this world. Judging by Little Red's appearance, the cat seemed to have only just finished the first volume. Heath raised his eyebrows. A cat reading comics would definitely have been called staged or something else in his previous life, but Heath did not find it strange at all in this world. After all, Little Red was no ordinary cat. This little creature's