I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

The living room remained quiet for a long time.

Wang Wei picked up his glass, swirled it gently, and said, "Your death is worth it to save all of humanity?"

He said softly, "Is whether it's worthwhile or not determined by the number of people?"

Chen Junjie was taken aback.

"You say that votes don't represent true public opinion," he finally spoke, his voice very soft. "Then what do you think can represent it?"

Chen Junjie was stunned for a moment.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say "conscience" and "justice," but he swallowed the words back down.

Because he knew that these words were dead in this world.

Wang Wei did not wait for his reply.

He put down his glass. "Silence is the greatest kindness? In my opinion, silence is an accomplice to the perpetrator."

He paused, his gaze falling on Chen Junjie.

"Do you think anyone will be grateful for your sacrifice? They'll only think you deserved to die, that you owe them, and that you got what you deserved."

"In any case, humanity can have thirty years of peace..." Chen Junjie said.

"Thirty years of peace..." Wang Wei scoffed dismissively, "Hmph."

Wang Wei said in a deep voice, "What are you going to do about the people who died tragically last night for speaking up for you, the people who were killed today for voting against you, and the girl from the Southwest Base?"

"If you repay evil with good, how will you repay good?" he said coldly. "Treat those who are good to you and those who are bad to you equally."

"Treat everyone equally, that's the biggest injustice," Wang Wei said, his voice tinged with disappointment. "I never expected you to be so foolish!"

Chen Junjie opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Looking at Chen Junjie's white hair, Wang Wei asked again, "Even if you can save them this time, can you save them for life?"

Chen Junjie fell silent.

Wang Wei's voice remained completely flat. "If you try to save everyone, it would be unfair to 'them'."

"What? You also think 'they' should always suffer unfair treatment?" Wang Wei's tone was somewhat aggressive. "Because they are a minority, they are vulnerable, they are unimportant?"

These words were like a knife, piercing Chen Junjie's heart.

He knew who Wang Wei was referring to when he said "they".

Chen Junjie lowered his head and looked at his hands.

"You're right," he said in a low voice, "but—"

He looked up, his eyes red-rimmed. "All I need is for them to live. Good or bad, they all deserve to live. I have no right to judge anyone, nor do I have the right to decide who should live and who should die."

"So you're going to die in their place?" Wang Wei asked.

"I didn't die for them." Chen Junjie shook his head.

"I could have stayed alive, I could have run away, I could have found a place to hide and watched the world be swallowed by disaster. I survived, and no one could find me. But then what?"

He looked into Wang Wei's eyes.

"Then every night I think—those people could have lived. If only I had died. One life for billions of lives."

His voice trembled; these words were too heavy for him to bear.

Wang Wei looked at Chen Junjie as if he were looking at someone standing on the edge of a cliff who refused to turn back.

"You're a good person," Wang Wei suddenly laughed.

Chen Junjie was taken aback: "A good person...maybe."

Wang Wei did not refute.

He picked up the bottle and poured Chen Junjie a glass. "In this world, good people always suffer."

"Do you know why I don't save the world?" he asked.

Chen Junjie shook his head.

Wang Wei picked up his wine glass and watched the wine swirl inside.

Chen Junjie hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Because... you're disappointed with this world?"

Wang Wei looked up at him. "You risked your life to deduce something else?"

Chen Junjie remained silent and nodded.

Wang Wei smiled. "You think I'm petty?"

Chen Junjie shook his head: "No. I was also very disappointed before I came today."

Wang Wei paused for a moment. Then, he smiled.

"Disappointed," he repeated. "Yes, disappointed."

He put down his wine glass and looked out the window.

The snow had almost stopped, and a sliver of sunlight peeked through the sky.

"You are different from me. You are not disappointed. Or rather—you are disappointed, but you still want to save the world."

Chen Junjie said softly, "I can't save everyone."

Wang Wei stood up, walked to the window, and said in a cold voice, "No one can save everyone."

Chen Junjie's pupils suddenly contracted; he understood the meaning of those words.

A moment later,

"Prophet, I've finished my play, only the curtain falls," Chen Junjie stood up and bowed deeply to Wang Wei. "Before the curtain falls, I want to perform my own play."

Wang Wei turned around, looked at him, and slowly nodded: "Okay."

"Thank you." Chen Junjie bowed again.

Wang Wei did not avoid it and accepted the bow.

"Go," he said. "It's time."

Chen Junjie stood up straight, turned around and walked towards the door.

The door closed gently behind him.

Wang Wei stood alone by the window, watching Chen Junjie's thin figure.

He picked up the half-finished glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

Outside the window, the snow that had lasted for three days had stopped, and the sun was shining brightly.

Chen Junjie walked alone out of the city, like someone abandoned by the whole world.

Everyone in Jiangnan City looked over and watched him walk out of the city step by step, heading towards the snowfield outside the city.

At major global bases, the approval rating, which had been hovering around 99%, jumped to 100%.

No one voted in Jiangnan City; this is considered a default vote!

"Whoosh—"

A tsunami of cheers erupted from bases around the world.

"For thirty years, disaster will not befall us!"

"Very good"

"Finally, I don't have to live in fear every day anymore."

"goodgood"

"......."

Only one person let out a painful scream!

When Ganda, a Black man, saw the results, he completely broke down.

Because if the prophet were to die, it would mean that he too would have to die with him!

"NO, NO, NO!"

Ganda, a Black man, slumped into a chair, shouting wildly:

"He was a prophet! He's dead! What will you do thirty years from now!"

"Why didn't your Dragon Kingdom protect him?!"

Why is all of humanity so short-sighted?

No matter how much he shouted, several SSS-level superhumans came out and carried him away.

At the global base, the underground electronic screen suddenly flickered.

Satellite images focused on Jiangnan City and on Chen Junjie.

Outside the city of Jiangnan, an endless snowfield stretches out.

cold.

This was Chen Junjie's only feeling.

The wind was like a knife, cutting my face again and again.

Not far away, hundreds of people stared intently at him, at a man who was about to die.

The alliance seemed uneasy, and hundreds of SSS-level superhumans were dispatched after receiving orders.

Most of them were people who had gone through life and death with Chen Junjie.

Gangzi, Shi Lei, and the first batch of eighty people who survived the "samples" taken from the alien beasts were all among them.

Shi Lei took a deep breath and stepped forward. "For the sake of the bigger picture, for the sake of those who are still alive... please understand."

Chen Junjie glanced at the crowd and then looked towards Jiangnan City behind him.

At this moment, in bases around the world, countless people are staring at electronic screens.

"What is he dawdling about?"

"Exactly, just kill yourself already, stop dawdling."

"Just go die already! What if the disaster reverses itself?"

"Die quickly, die quickly!"

The sounds grew more numerous and louder.

Chen Junjie suddenly laughed.

He stood on the snowfield himself and realized that the prophet was right.

"I will bring the final scene to a close..."

Chen Junjie took a deep breath and said, word by word,

"The terms of the trade for disaster were reversed from the very beginning..."