But to personally kill hundreds of people all at once, as long as one still harbors a shred of kindness, one would find it somewhat unbearable.
What he had destroyed with his own hands were not mere toys, but living beings, each with a life of its own.
Such slaughter can exact a tremendous psychological toll on a person.
Thus, PTSD, post-traumatic stress disorder, came into being, born from witnessing too much death, and began to genuinely revere and fear it.
Before arriving in Blue Star, Chu Feng had been nothing more than an office worker, having killed only chickens and butchered fish, and that was it.
After arriving at Blue Star, killing demons was either in self-defense against danger or like playing a game, delving into enemy territory for a stealthy ambush.
But today, he had thoroughly stained his hands red, and they could no longer be washed clean.
Somewhat tired, he couldn't help but think of Wang Xue Rui.
