"But once the dungeon corrodes reality, then..."
"So what?" Lei Hu's response was somewhat impatient.
"A new era is about to dawn. Players like you and me, who can seize opportunities, will be the masters of the future. Ordinary people are nothing but ants. What does it matter, even if many die? Without power, they're just bigger ants. Rather than worrying about them, you should first worry about yourself."
The Iron Armor Corps was inherently a PVP cancer group, valuing power above all else, treating life like grass. To achieve their goals, attacking players was routine, so how could they care about the life and death of ordinary people?
Thinking of the bald man and Han Shi who died in the dungeon, the Ranger sighed. Lei Hu was right; it was his acknowledgment of this point that led him to join Lei Hu and the others.
