บท 355: Crying Over Spilled Milk

"I know who needs to die," I said with a nod. I didn't even bother to go through each and every soul, looking for a bleeding-heart story that might make me change my mind. I needed to take this step.

"Then make it so," smirked Violence. "Unless you are too—" She didn't even manage to finish her sentence before there were only nine flames remaining in the giant throne room. She paused and turned to look at me for a moment. "You really have changed. How are you feeling?"

"Fine," I said honestly with a shrug. "If there is one thing my second life taught me was that if you don't kill them, they are likely to kill you instead."

"Ah, yes. The default of a human in survival mode. Not like I overly blame them. It would just be nice if they didn't get us involved every time," sighed Violence as she studied the flames still left burning. She paid extra attention to Wang Chao's.