Jon was dead.
Ray hadn’t killed him for the sake of torture. He had been testing the power of the “kinetic stones.”
The results were extremely impressive.
In terms of raw destructive force, bullets were nowhere near comparable.
Of course, bullets had speed on their side–something kinetic stones simply couldn’t match.
Ray nodded to himself and returned to the villa.
From this point on, he would no longer concern himself with the people in the residential complex. There was no longer any need for interaction. These neighbors were destined to leave the complex sooner or later–forced out by thirst.
The supplies he had given them contained food, but no water.
And everyone knew this: a person could survive at least a week without food. But without water? Three to four days at most.
He had done it deliberately.
Since they had learned his secret, they were no longer useful. Naturally, they no longer had any reason to live.
They could call him selfish or cruel, but this was the apocalypse. Ray had no surplus compassion to spare.
Sure enough, the very next day, someone came begging him for water. When Ray ignored him, the man even offered to trade food for clean water–only to be ignored again.
The man flew into hysterics, cursing loudly before finally staggering away.
By noon, a total of nineteen people had come to beg Ray for water.
Why should he give them any? Was he their father? Their mother?
This was the end of the world. Not actively harming others was already the greatest kindness one could offer.
Helping people enthusiastically? Please–that kind of idiot had already gone extinct.
“Do you think I’m cruel?” Ray asked the nine women.
Molly was the first to respond. She sneered coldly. “If you ask me, we should’ve taken the initiative and killed them all.”
She had seen too much brutality in prison and had become iron–blooded and merciless.
Lola’s voice was just as cold. “If they’re pitiful, then who’s going to pity my son?”
She had already realized that her child had most likely been captured and eaten. Naturally, she felt nothing but hatred toward everyone in the complex.
Honey nodded in agreement. “We have no obligation to help them. And even if we help once, what about the next time? Give them a cup of rice, and they’ll be grateful. Give them a sack, and they’ll resent you Ray would end up supporting them forever- and the day he stopped, they wouldn’t thank him. They’d hate him.”
“That’s human nature,” Jess said disdainfully. As a top–tier schemer, she lacked both compassion and goodwill.
Heather and Cassandra opened their mouths as if to speak but in the end, only sighed.
Was there really such a thing as good people anymore? You save them today—who knew it they’d turn around and stab you
tomorrow?
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Katie nodded subconsciously. She always followed her sister’s lead.
As for Amanda and Emily? They had even less reason to object.
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Ray nodded inwardly. At a time like this, anyone who dared to preach saintly nonsense could pack their bags and get the hell out immediately–no exceptions.
Thankfully, even the most morally inclined among them–Heather and Cassandra–had only sighed without saying anything. That meant they had truly grasped the cruelty of the apocalypse and no longer held illusions about human nature.
By afternoon, Ray saw people wrapped in thick quilts charging out of the residential complex.
With no water from him, they had no choice but to gamble.
But every nearby convenience store and supermarket had already been thoroughly looted by Ray–even the toilet paper was gone. They were doomed to find absolutely nothing.
And once they stayed outside for too long… they would never be able to come back.
Ray stood by the window, his expression calm and indifferent as he thought, ‘Farewell, my neighbors. Take my secret with you, and keep your mouths shut forever.‘
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