Su Ming'an was long accustomed to facing the gaze of others.
When he stood at the only point of light in the pitch-black world, naturally, all eyes gathered on him. Be it reverent, jealous, admiring, or hateful.
"The City Lord said we should use the Dawn System to exchange for the survival of one billion of our world's people?" whispered the residents between districts.
"With a current population of over 2.8 billion. The survival probability of one in twenty-eight, it seems it wouldn't be me."
"Out of 2.8 billion, only leaving one billion? Then I surely won't make it."
"This is..."
Amidst the rolling pitch-black dense clouds, Su Ming'an seemed to stand at the center of the storm. When he raised his head high, a somewhat excited voice came from above the firmament:
"Are you serious? Acto, I can promise you first, I will spare the lives of one billion people in the Ruined World; this survival list can be decided by you."
