Chapter 86: What Is Evil?
Walking into my tent, I couldn’t get my mind off everything that happened in today’s meeting. I know I’m not a good person, and I have no right to talk about morality—but this was beyond my usual threshold. It’s one thing to ruthlessly slaughter enemy-state civilians, but slaughtering your own people? That was something I couldn’t completely grasp.
"I think the heavens picked the wrong person," I muttered.
If the heavens were going to punish someone for evil deeds, people like Major Miller and the American government should be chosen over me. I’m not half as cruel as them. Yes, I will slaughter whoever gets in my way and even kill an innocent person to steal their power—but I would never kill millions without reason.
At that moment, a single word crossed my mind: Congo.
My eyes dilated as I remembered Miller bringing up the fallen country. From what I knew, they failed to protect themselves from the rift, and the entire country was occupied by invaders after the population was wiped out.
"What does it have to do with all of this?" I muttered with knitted brows.
Only now did I realize how little I actually knew about these people and what led to their downfall. I only knew the general information everyone else was aware of and never dug deep into the matter.
"Stupid Adam," I cursed the former host of this body.
Pushing the thoughts aside, I shifted my attention to the small room around me and squinted in disgust. Apart from a small, thin, one-man mattress lying on a bunk barely up to my knee and a tiny bedside desk, there was nothing else. I looked at the bed with visible disdain, wondering if I was really meant to sleep there.
There was a new pair of clothes on the mattress, which I assumed had been prepared for me. That reminded me—I needed to bathe. But were they expecting me to use one of the few public bathrooms shared by thousands of soldiers?
"No way," I shook my head in refusal. "I came to serve this nation on the battlefield. I deserve better."