"I don't believe the creators never tacitly approved of the central system doing this. They may even have anticipated long ago that it would choose this path."
"Yet they still never set any bottom line, allowing the Heavenly Soldiers to commit such acts."
"Under the Abyss's contamination, not only Cancer Cells but even normal cells were affected."
"They were incurably diseased."
"These plague-ridden corpses should have remained buried forever. They should not have been resurrected with the plague."
Wang Chuan spoke in a deep voice, and his tone shifted slightly.
It was obvious that there was a trace of anger in his words, but even more helplessness.
What else could they do?
How could a group of dying people still care about humanity's moral order?
Living was their only thought.
They would seek a way to survive by any means necessary, doing everything they could to save themselves.
Until they became something "inhuman."
Mo Ling turned slightly to look at Li Luo. She had clearly heard Wang Chuan's words as well, and her face was filled with conflicted emotions.
As fellow humans, they all knew that such a choice was not "wrong."
It simply was not "just."
Did Relic Humans count as human? A machine might give an immediate answer—no.
From the most rational perspective, they were not human to begin with. Their shells merely resembled humans; in essence, they were something else entirely.
Yet those shells were enough to leave people confused. They looked human and thought like humans, only possessing things humans did not have...
Even if they were not human, they were still a weighty form of life.
But compared to the survival of all humanity, that seemed insignificant.
Not just the humans of that Parallel World would do this. If the humans of this world were