(PS: My condition is indeed recovering, I’ll try to get back to updating three times a day on schedule—still at noon 12:00, evening 6:00, and night 9:00.)
Wu Pifu’s way of doing things has always been straightforward.
Because if he wasn’t direct, he wouldn’t have the brains for it, nor the time, and he wouldn’t even know what to do.
If he returned to the modern age and saw the land full of suffering and bloodshed, what could he do?
He didn’t know how to save this civilization or this race.
He didn’t know how to wake up the numb, hard-working masses.
He didn’t know how to make this civilization or this race stand at the pinnacle of the myriad tribes once again.
He lacked the mind, the ability, and the insight.
What could he do? What did he have?
Only killing!
He came to this world because the Core Mind issued a high-risk exploration mission—to search for the true remnants of the civilization from the previous era.
In the previous artificial human world, he had already found two clues, and this world was sent by the true civilization leader of the previous era using everything he had.
This was precious—not just materially, but spiritually as well.
He could not disappoint Pei’s expectations.