My Player 2

Chapter 105: Rebuke
The guarding monsters at the breeding center are 24 gold-level security robots.

After "Broken a Leg" knocked the researcher unconscious, they came over in waves like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather.

The monster configuration here is actually more luxurious than that of the imperial palace.

But it is a low-level map after all, and there is no overall threat except for the King Boss.

After speeding through the laboratory, "Broken Leg" searched the place thoroughly and took out his mobile phone that had not been used for a long time and took a lot of photos of evidence.

Just as he expected, this was a breeding base for cat people.

Over the past hundreds of years, the number of cat people here has increased from more than 3 at the beginning to more than 7 as recorded today.

These cats and cats, like livestock, never leave their cages from birth to death.

They are obviously an intelligent race, but they have no chance to learn language and can only meow like cats.

"At the beginning, 10,000 cat people were enough to maintain the dream space. Now that they have bred to 70,000, it's not enough..."

"If they continue to be bred in this way, after a few generations, these cat-people will really degenerate into stupid cats. How can they maintain their dream space with their thoughts? Do they have no brains at all?"

『Broken Leg』 flipping through the work log in the lab, I couldn’t help but complain about it.

He quickly browsed the work log and found a very interesting message, and read it out: "The breeding cat has been captured, and the treatment method is to be determined?"

According to the contents of the log, "Broken Leg" found the place where the "breeding cats" were imprisoned. After opening the iron cage, he saw an old mature cat.

"Meow? Benefactor, meow!"

The sick blue cat Tiaotiao in the cage immediately perked up after seeing a familiar face.

"Broken Leg" picked up the blue cat, rubbed his head, and said:

"Let me guess. The elf who came with me sent you to follow the team that was transporting the tithes. You followed them all the way here, and then used some method to send the news back. But you sneaked in here without permission, and were caught by them?"

The blue cat opened his mouth wide with an expression of great surprise on his face, which soon turned into deep admiration.

"That's it meow! My benefactor is really amazing meow! How did you guess it meow?"

"Broken Leg" didn't answer. He put down the big cat, took out a pen and paper, imitated the marks on the map, drew a cute cat head, and asked again:

"Did you draw that map and the markings on it?"

Tiaotiao took a look at his painting and immediately waved his kitten paw to take credit:

"Yes meow, yes meow!"

But the woman clearly told me that this cat head was her masterpiece...

"A leg is broken" his eyes dimmed.

Are you going to lie even about something so insignificant...

……

After rescuing the blue cat Tiaotiao, "Broken Leg" took Tiaotiao away from the breeding center.

The cat-people locked in cages are fed by fully automatic equipment. Although the environment is a bit poor, their lives are not in danger for the time being.

"Broken Leg" knew that he could not handle so many cat-people who had degenerated into beasts, and he also knew that releasing them rashly would only cause heavy casualties.

So he had to leave it alone until he found help.

He asked Tiaotiao to leave the dream space, and he rushed towards the city of Selephis.

The matter has been investigated clearly, and the next step is to make a decision.

"A broken leg" made me think of the mother and daughter who saved me.

For the dead, this place can indeed be called a utopia.

The undead spirits possessing the monsters are no different from normal people in this spiritual space. They seem to be unaware that they have died long ago. They enjoy a wonderful daily life that is a luxury in any era, and an eternal life as peaceful as the kingdom of God.

But such a huge dream space cannot be easily afforded by tens of thousands of cat people.

The logs in the laboratory showed that the great mental stress would make most of the cat people suddenly go crazy, and their average lifespan was only one-third of the normal lifespan. If they were not bred on a large scale like livestock, I'm afraid the cat people here would have become extinct hundreds of years ago.

"It is to continue to burn the lives of the living in a cruel way to support this utopia that allows the dead to live forever."

"Or rescue the living and awaken the souls of the dead from their thousand-year-long dream."

"It's up to you to decide."

In the laboratory under the throne, "Broken Leg" threw the collected evidence in front of the saint with a livid face.

[Saint of Supremacy Morgana] put down the so-called evidence and looked at the Shadow Clan members who had returned again. After a long silence, she asked with difficulty:
"What do you think I should do?"

The Shadow Clan member shook his head and said:

"You are not qualified to throw this question back to me. I am not a member of this world. I don't want to decide anyone's life or death. I don't want to suffer mental torture in the future because of the moral dilemma here."

"I just want to hear your advice." Morgana still didn't give up.

"Broken Leg" let out a long sigh and accused unceremoniously:
"You are one of the culprits who caused all this, not me. No matter which side you choose to destroy in the end, you will be the executioner."

"Broken Leg" kicked the question back, and he didn't want to make any judgment.

Even the strongest person will feel guilty when faced with the trolley problem that affects the lives of countless people.

He just came to play games.

Whether to continue to torture the cat-man or to kill the undead, including the mother and daughter, is a bitter choice.

Even though he knew that all this was just code, and even though he thought he was not a proxy, he didn't want to torture himself for a game.

Morgana, the Saint of Serenity, closed her eyes and after a long while, she said in a pleading tone:

"Give me some more time."

“There’s no time.” Broken Leg shook his head. “The dream space over there in the Alliance has been flooded with unprecedented negative emotions. It won’t be long before the negative emotions overwhelm that place and spread into the real world over there, turning it into a new utopia.”

Seeing that the Saint pursed her lips and said nothing, Broken Leg continued:

"Your king is busy invading a city of tens of millions. You can continue to hesitate here. When he succeeds, you can enjoy the wonderful dream he has laid out for the dead with the future of this world and the lives of tens of millions of people."

After saying this, Broken Leg froze for a moment and clenched his fists.

Because he realized that he had already made the decision in his heart.

"The Godhead Driver is right there, go get it yourself."

Morgana's voice cracked.

The man with a broken leg took a step forward and said angrily, "You are not qualified to give an ambiguous answer!"

He realized that he had given up the souls of the mother and daughter for the sake of the greater good.

Not only did I fail to repay them, but I also swung the knife against them in my heart.

Even though he knew he was right, knew he was not responsible for the disappearance of those dead, and knew that most people would make a similar decision in this situation, he couldn't help but feel a little more disgusted with himself.

This damn game.

　There are three more chapters, which will be posted in the evening.

　　If it is not finished, it will be added later.

　　I've been adjusting to the jet lag these past two days. My body couldn't take it anymore from the reversed day and night routine.

　　I went to the hospital yesterday to see the psychology department and got sleeping pills. The doctor said I had anxiety and asked me to go to another hospital for testing, but I was too tired so I went home to sleep.

　　I'll go get tested again this afternoon to see if it can be confirmed.

　　I guess even if there is, it is mild. It's a pity that I am not a video producer, otherwise it would be in the top 100 this year.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)