Resurrection Empire-Chapter 909 - 349: Forced March (2)

And even though he knew where the problem lay, he had no intention of changing it.

Ren Zhong believed that if there came a day when he could calmly face scenes of corpses strewn everywhere, it would mean he had lost his humanity, just like those Citizens, no longer seeing other humans as his kind.

This also meant that the Dragon Slayer had ultimately turned into the evil dragon.

Ren Zhong was terrified of this future prospect, and he genuinely detested it.

Yet he had to face the reality that humans really couldn't precisely control every thought, nor perfectly manage their psychological changes, just as there was no depressed patient who deliberately or actively chose to become depressed. They couldn't even if they wanted to.

When the illness struck, a depressed patient knew clearly that something was wrong and would repeatedly admonish themselves, saying things in their heart like "this is not good," "pull yourself together," "there's nothing you can't overcome, I can do it," and "even if it's for XX, I must walk out of this."

They could see the Abyss not far ahead and knew they should steer clear, yet many still slid down.

Ren Zhong understood all this very well.

He also knew that his experiences were richer than anyone else's and his willpower stronger than that of the vast majority of people, having even endured the fear of death.

But when the object of death switched from himself to others, and he became the "Butcher," he discovered that the situation had instead become more complex.

This is a greater test for a kind person.

Ren Zhong sighed deeply, returned to the other side of the window, and looked up at the rising twin moons on the horizon, murmuring to himself.

"What was the mood of those pioneering ancestors when they learned their comrades had sacrificed themselves because of their decisions, hearing of the annihilation of tens of thousands or even more fellow humans who shared the same skin color and language?"

"Did they feel pain and regret? They must have, at the beginning, right?"

"What kind of will and determination could allow them to bear such self-blame? And what kind of resolve could enable them, after bearing such sorrow, to once again give the order for comrades to stay behind and die in dire situations?"

"Imagine a scenario where, when their team was besieged by the enemy, they inevitably had to send a portion of people to stay behind, to attract the enemy's pursuers, creating space for another group to maneuver for survival and preserve the spark. After discussions and arguments, watching comrades go to their deaths one by one, what were they thinking?"

"They would also be forced to weigh who had more value to stay alive. Then, in some sense, life becomes priced."

"The essence of this value assessment is actually contradictory to what I pursue."

"So, how exactly should I manage my own thoughts?"

After lowering his head and pondering for a long time, Ren Zhong slowly lifted his head.

By placing himself in historical scenarios, he found a new train of thought.

That is to establish an absolute belief for himself and advance unwaveringly for this belief.

If letting others sacrifice could bring everyone closer to the endpoint of this belief, then let others sacrifice first and continue forward carrying their dreams.

If it's his turn to sacrifice, and letting others live would benefit everyone more, then he would go to die.

As long as all Revolutionaries stand by this creed, then life's fairness still exists.

In the continuous battle of choices, day after day, year after year, the capabilities of the Revolutionaries also become stronger, the accuracy of judgment in weighing pros and cons improves, and their resilience against blows becomes increasingly steadfast.

No matter who dies or sacrifices, after the sorrow, they can always quickly adjust and continue forward.

Such Revolutionaries are indeed "professional."

Yes, if we consider being a Revolutionary as a profession, there is also a distinction between professional and amateur.

"Then, right now, I must be the most professional one."

At midnight, Ren Zhong piloted the newly self-healed Red Blade Armor into the sky.

Thirty seconds later, a formation of fifty aircrafts flew in from the direction of Starfire Town.

Ren Zhong slightly accelerated first, moving in the same direction as the flight formation. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Fifteen seconds later, he matched the speed of the leading aircraft in the formation completely and did a spiral movement in the air to drift beneath the aircraft, then ejected a hook from his back to latch onto the aircraft.

"You were seriously injured earlier, just recovering a little now, still far from full recovery. Is there really a need to push yourself this hard?"