Chapitre 222: The Wasteland

Selma Payne's POV:

Some team members didn't like me, opposed me, or looked down on me.

If I were still like my 18-year-old self, I would have started to doubt myself by now. Would I ask myself what I did wrong? How do I look delicate? Where did I cause any inconvenience to my team members? What should I do to win the love and respect of my players?

But now I didn't. I still asked the first three questions but scoffed at the last one!

I was on a mission to find answers, not make friends. The acknowledgment of my team members was, of course, necessary, but it was definitely not my main problem right now.

Besides, so what if I could never gain the approval of some people? Even a god couldn't get everyone's approval, so what right did I have?

At the end of the day, their existences were of no importance to me.

What an arrogant way of thinking, but who could say I didn't have the right to be arrogant?