“You are so cruel….”

After recovering, Fangcun Aite stroked the big bump on her head with lifeless eyes, feeling the pain. She turned her eyes and stared at Yang Jian with reproach. Fortunately, this power came from her. If it were an ordinary person, her head would definitely be smashed.

But it was this punch that made her feel Yang Jian's strength. She didn't even see the shadow of this punch, she just felt as if she was hit by a sledgehammer, and the force was just right to make her feel only pain without hurting her.

It can be seen that this young man has a very subtle control over his power. She doesn't believe that this is just a coincidence.

"Let's continue with the previous topic."

Yang Jian ignored Et who was starting to act like a rogue, and walked towards the inner room. The configuration of the house was too simple, with an unattended kitchen, a bedroom, and a toilet.

There is only a low table in the bedroom, which is barely enough for you to stand on. The reason why I say barely enough is that the table is filled with various fast food boxes and empty beverage bottles.

And it was covered with dust. It seemed that the effort of pretending was just so-so. But after thinking about it, Yang Jian understood, so he didn't care.

After sitting down at the low table and packing up his things casually, Yang Jian looked up at At standing opposite him and said dimly:

"I don't expect you to serve me any tea, do you have any drinks?"

"Of course!"

Seeing Yang Jian's strange look, Ate was embarrassed at first, until she heard the end, she smiled and expressed her affirmation. Then she quickly walked to the refrigerator beside her, took out the only big bottle of Coke, took a look at it, and then she took the Coke and went to the computer desk to pick up a cup.

After a while, looking at the full Coke in front of him, Yang Jian looked at the girl opposite him expressionlessly and said:

"And yours?"

"Ah, haha, there are no more cups..."

This is so fucked up. This was the only feeling in Yang Jian’s mind. Why did he have such a bad sense of déjà vu when talking about such a serious topic? At this moment, he suddenly felt a little tired.

As the one-eyed king, could you please not be so sloppy?

For a moment, the two of them stared at each other. Yang Jian's eyes revealed a sense of powerlessness, while Et's eyes were full of embarrassment.

She didn't know many people in human society, let alone visitors to her home. Although her editor would come to her home, he never sent her his so-called gifts of comfort since he discovered her identity.

The Coke in the refrigerator was from a long time ago and she couldn't drink it, so she just used it to pretend.

Fortunately, when she took it, she looked at the date and found that it was only a few days away from expiration, so she was sure that the Coke was still drinkable.

After sitting down, Ai Te supported his chin with both hands, looked at Yang Jian and smiled:

"Mr. Yang Jian, you are very powerful, why don't you help us do something meaningful together?"

"What do you mean by meaningful things?"

"Don't you think this world is too ridiculous? Ghouls eat humans, humans kill ghouls. It's an endless cycle."

"The most important thing is that the most authoritative organization on the human side was also built by ghouls. As a human, can you bear to watch your companions being controlled by the will of ghouls?"

Yang Jian pushed the Coke aside and stroked his chin, as if thinking. Then he smiled and said:

"So, you want war?"

Seeing that Yang Jian finally got into the topic, Ate also laughed:

"In human history, has peace ever been achieved without war?"

"Does Yang Jiante and his men enjoy living in a pool of blood every day?"

This series of two questions went straight to the heart. Yang Jian had never thought about this question before, which made him ask himself whether he was really enjoying it.

For a long time, he did not answer, and Et waited quietly.

"Hate it? Actually, I don't hate it. I enjoy it, but I don't seem to enjoy it either..."

Past memories flashed through Yang Jian's mind. Due to his overpowered strength, he could not actually feel any crisis. Whether in the Demon Slayer world or the ghoul world, no enemy could make him feel that his life was in danger.

But those weak people live in misery every day, but he ignores them. Is it because he cannot empathize with them?

So what is the purpose of becoming strong? Is it just to enjoy the scenery of those suffering people who live and die every day?

Speaking of which, in the Demon Slayer world, if he didn't have the goal of activating the system, he wouldn't want to care about the affairs of the Demon Slayer Corps and Muzan.

If there was really no mission assigned by the system at that time, would I still join the Demon Slayer Corps to fight against Muzan?

"It doesn't seem like that..."

Seeing that Yang Jian was deeply thinking about this question, Ate spoke again:

"Don't Yang Jian and his men want to see a peaceful world after the war? Isn't that what you want?"

The next moment, Yang Jian raised his head and looked deeply at Et. This girl taught him a lesson. It had been a long time since he had been troubled like this. It should have been ten years. Since a few years after he traveled through time, he had never felt this way again.

This girl seemed to be able to see into people's hearts. She pushed him to the edge of a cliff and tortured him vigorously, causing Yang Jian to doubt at this moment whether the purpose of his becoming stronger was to kill people, to protect himself, or to protect ordinary people?

If he wanted to kill people, why didn't he kill ordinary people? If he wanted to protect himself from harm, why did he still massacre the entire area? It was obvious that those ghouls were already scared and could no longer cause him any harm.

If it was to protect ordinary people from harm, then why would he watch these people live in misery?

"Ms. Eto, what is your purpose in becoming stronger? To put an end to the conflict between ghouls and humans?"

Looking at Yang Jian who was frowning, At asked with a smile:

"why not?"

"In that case, I won't bother you anymore. I will consider your opinion."

As he spoke, Yang Jian slowly stood up and walked out of the house.

"Farewell."

"I'm looking forward to Yang Jian's answer. Bye."

Et still had that sweet smile on her face. She looked at Yang Jian's back as he left, then stretched out her hand and shook it. The only response she got was the crisp sound of a door closing.

The next moment, her smile disappeared. She could see that the boy's heart was in turmoil, and this was exactly what she wanted to see. She urgently needed a strong man to help break the deadlock in today's society.

The appearance of Yang Jian gave her hope.

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