"Quite a long time since I saw this face again," Ye Chen chuckled faintly, feeling no pity for the dead who were in the illusion.
Although he did kill them, they were just criminals, so even his ten-year-old self didn't feel much. He was, after all, made into a weapon to kill people; if he couldn't do this, then he wouldn't be the current him now.
However, the next scenarios he faced were a lot different. The further he ascended, the harder the trial of regret became.
The war was a cruel place after all, where a lot of people perished for the safety of their family. But was that the only cruel thing?
No! The war even dehumanized people, where some would become terrorists and would attack civilians with controlled bombs before sending them on the battlefield. No matter how tired one was, there were no ifs!
It's you and your group who die or the person in front of you.
