Mcgee did not have the desire or interest to save everyone. In this world, it was not easy to survive, let alone caring about others.
"Sister Irene, since you have chosen to walk the path of building a utopia, you should bear this responsibility yourself. You can exchange any materials you have for survival materials. No one has any obligation to solve your problems for you."
Mcgee's words were unambiguous, expressing his own thoughts with precision.
Trading is fine. If you want me to wipe your ass for you, you would be dreaming. Mcgee thought to himself.
Sister Irene did not reply for a long time. It was as if Mcgee's words had shut her down.
After a long time, there was a message.
"System notification: Irene Sandell has sent you a trade application. Please accept it in time!"
Mcgee took a look at the details of the trade.
"Trade item: slave contract x 1, exchange item: sweet potato x 60, water x 60."
