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

As night fell, Qian Mengxun returned from Zhang Facai's house next door.

She pushed open the door and saw Wang Wei standing in the center of the living room, his figure appearing exceptionally quiet in the dim light.

"How is it?" Wang Wei asked.

"I've already given her the supplies," Qian Mengxun replied. "She just fainted from crying again, so I came back."

Wang Wei nodded silently.

Too many people have died in the days since the catastrophe, and he thought he had gotten used to it.

But this time, his usually cold heart stirred for a moment.

Qian Mengxun raised her head, her gaze fixed directly on his face: "You still believe that it's all instinct, regardless of good or evil?"

Wang Wei met her gaze but did not answer.

The two of them just stared at each other like that.

After a long silence, Wang Wei said softly, "What, you've awakened your superpowers and want to make a move?"

Qian Mengxun's expression changed slightly.

She did think about it.

Today, while dealing with the bodies and comforting the woman, she mentally rehearsed countless times—taking action and killing him.

She is now an S-class ice-type ability user, a genuine awakened one, which gives her unprecedented confidence.

But now, standing in front of Wang Wei, she hesitated.

She couldn't sense Wang Wei's special abilities.

In her eyes, Wang Wei was no different from an ordinary person.

But that's precisely why she was even more wary.

Qian Mengxun suppressed her surging emotions, lowered her head, and said in a gentle tone, "Master, I am still your pet."

Wang Wei's lips curled up slightly.

This woman is indeed very patient.

Even after awakening an S-class superpower, he could still be humble and convincingly portray a dog before he was absolutely certain of success.

Wang Wei raised his hand and patted her head: "Very good."

Wang Wei looked down at Qian Mengxun.

He knew that Qian Mengxun was waiting for her chance, and once she had the opportunity, she would repay him a hundredfold or a thousandfold for all the humiliation she had suffered.

However, she will then discover how pathetic and ridiculous she is.

Wang Wei is also looking forward to this day.

"The alliance has issued a notice," Qian Mengxun suddenly said, "We've begun distributing supplies."

Wang Wei was taken aback.

Because of Zhang Facai's matter, he didn't go online all day today.

"However, we'll have to wait three more days in Jiangnan City," Qian Mengxun added. "The roads are blocked by heavy snow, so the process is very slow."

"The supplies won't arrive," Wang Wei said calmly.

Qian Mengxun was stunned: "How could this be? Although the temperature is low now, but—"

She paused, her pupils shrinking slightly: "The wind blades will come again?"

Wang Wei shook his head and turned his gaze to the window.

Outside, heavy snow was falling.

These snowflakes may seem harmless, but two days later, they will turn into deadly blades.

To survive, you have to save yourself.

Go out now and use these two days to search for supplies and find shelter as much as possible.

But what would most people choose?

They will place their hopes on the authorities and resign themselves to being useless people waiting for rescue.

Unfortunately, rescue will never come.

And they will miss this only chance to survive.

"Since you knew the outcome..." Qian Mengxun couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you say anything? Did you just stand by and watch everyone die?"

She suddenly felt that Wang Wei was a stranger.

That disregard for life was something she couldn't understand.

Wang Wei turned to look at her, his eyes as calm as a stagnant pool: "Why did you say it?"

Qian Mengxun was taken aback.

"Do I owe them anything?" Wang Wei retorted.

Qian Mengxun opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but couldn't say a word.

Yes, Wang Wei owes no one anything.

But he had the ability to save those people, so why did he stand by and watch them die?

Does everyone owe him something? That doesn't make sense either.

She shook her head and could only say helplessly, "I wonder how many more people will die."

"How many die is none of my business," Wang Wei said coldly.

"What about Zhang Facai?" Qian Mengxun blurted out.

She regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth.

Wang Wei looked at her.

This woman has awakened her supernatural abilities, and she has indeed become bolder.

Qian Mengxun felt that gaze and reflexively knelt down: "Master, I'm sorry."

Her reaction was remarkably quick.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"S-class superpower, with a very strong self-healing ability," Wang Wei suddenly said, making no sense.

Qian Mengxun was taken aback.

The next second, an invisible force pressed down from all directions.

"boom--"

She didn't even have time to react before she was slammed hard onto the floor.

She subconsciously activated her ice-type ability to resist, but no matter how much she struggled, the force remained unmoved, like a mountain pressing down on her back.

Panic instantly swept over Qian Mengxun.

Wang Wei lifted his foot and stepped on her face.

"If you're going to be a dog, you have to be prepared to be one." His voice fell from above, as cold as the snow outside. "I don't want this to happen again."

"Master...I was wrong..." Qian Mengxun said with difficulty.

But the force did not lessen; instead, it intensified.

"Click—"

The sound of the ribs breaking was clearly audible.

Qian Mengxun lay on the ground, panting like a dead dog.

The oppressive feeling only subsided like a tide after Wang Wei moved his foot away.

She looked up at the man in front of her, her eyes filled with terror.

S-class superpowers don't even have the right to struggle in front of him.

Wang Wei looked down at her and suddenly asked, "Tell me, in an apocalypse, if everyone wanted someone to die, why?"

Qian Mengxun dared not hesitate any longer and honestly answered, "Then... that person might be a bad guy."

"What if that person is a good person?"

Qian Mengxun was stunned. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Then everyone else is a bad person."

"Are all the others bad people?" Wang Wei repeated in a low voice, as if talking to himself, "Is that possible...?"

"Possibly," Qian Mengxun said bitterly. "Good people go unpunished, but evil ones live on for a thousand years. In the apocalypse, it's even harder for good people to survive. Those who do survive are probably the selfish ones."

Wang Wei looked at her with some surprise, not expecting her to say such a thing.

But he still shook his head.

In my previous life, there were still some "good people".

But those people eventually agreed to trade his life for so-called thirty years of peace.

Seeing him shake his head, Qian Mengxun thought her answer had displeased him, so she quickly added, "I've heard a saying—angels abandon you for the sake of the whole world, and demons abandon the whole world for the sake of you."

She paused, carefully observing Wang Wei's expression: "Perhaps not all of them are bad people, but some people claim to care about the common people and have an overflowing sense of compassion. They will choose to sacrifice the good person for the so-called greater good."

Upon hearing this, Wang Wei lowered his head and looked at her.

Three seconds later.

He suddenly reached out and helped her up from the ground: "The ground is cold, get up quickly."

Qian Mengxun trembled all over.

Wang Wei's attitude towards her was inconsistent, sometimes good and sometimes bad. This fickle treatment made her feel like she was living a life worse than death.

"You're right," Wang Wei murmured to himself, his gaze drifting to the heavy snow outside the window. "Sacrificing good people for the greater good—"

He laughed, a laugh that held a profound meaning.

"In times of chaos, those who kill the saintly mother first should not live."