All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Instantly, most of the angry crowd turned red in the face and fell silent!

But just moments later, someone else retorted, not to be outdone.

"Survival is survival! Good and evil are good and evil! One thing at a time!"

"We acknowledge the debt of gratitude for saving our lives! But his crimes of indiscriminately killing innocent people can never be absolved!"

"A person who would even harm a child must have a completely twisted mind!"

"If he can kill innocent children today, he can slaughter the entire city tomorrow!"

"People who are contaminated like this don't deserve to stay in the safe zone!"

"They must be expelled! Even executed!"

Support and condemnation instantly tore the entire square apart.

Half of the people were grateful and vowed to protect him to the death.

Half of the people upheld morality and condemned the actions vehemently.

The two sides were at odds, arguing heatedly and nearly coming to blows.

There is no right or wrong.

Everyone's position is perfectly legitimate.

Those who condemn him uphold the bottom line of humanity and cannot tolerate the slaughter of the innocent.

Those who defended him recognized the dire reality and understood the gratitude for being saved.

But Ning Ye was the only one.

He's caught in the middle, neither side.

He won the battle against the demons, he won the deadlock, and he won the life of the entire Jiangcheng.

But the only thing they lost was the hearts of the people, and the understanding of everyone.

Throughout the entire process, Ning Ye stood quietly at the edge of the platform.

He remained silent and expressionless.

Hearing the barrage of insults and the sporadic attempts to defend him, his eyes remained calm, offering no explanation or resentment.

At this moment, he was still influenced by the clown's subconscious pollution.

He didn't think he was wrong.

In his distorted understanding, seeking survival in dire straits and sacrificing potential threats to preserve the overall situation is an absolutely rational and correct choice.

Despite the overwhelming condemnation around me, the faint remnant of conscience in my heart was causing me a dull ache.

He was not wrong in reason, but guilty in emotion.

He saved thousands of lives, but forever bore the burden of the loss of an innocent person.

"Ning Ye, say something yourself."

The person in charge of the platform looked at him, who was silent, and spoke in a complicated tone.

"Was there truly no other way out at that time?"

Everyone fell silent instantly, their eyes fixed on Ning Ye, awaiting his reply.

Countless eyes held expectations, doubts, anger, and pity.

Ning Ye slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the noisy crowd of ten thousand people below.

He looked at these survivors who enjoyed peace yet arbitrarily judged heroes.

Looking at these ordinary people who don't understand dire situations and only talk about kindness.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse and low, revealing no emotion.

There is no other way.

These five words, simple and straightforward, offer no explanation or excuse.

One sentence completely ignited the entire audience!

"Look! He admitted it himself!"

"He chose to kill willingly! He wasn't forced! He wasn't helpless!"

"Completely corrupted! Showing absolutely no remorse!"

"This kind of person is terrifying! They're absolutely corrupted!"

The angry shouts swept through the venue again, even more intense than before.

Su Qing's eyes reddened with anxiety, and she rushed forward, saying, "Ning Ye! Explain yourself! It's not what you think!"

Ning Ye gently raised his hand, stopping all her explanations.

No need.

It's really unnecessary.

Those who have never experienced dire straits will never understand their cruelty.

Those who stand in the sunlight can always criticize those who struggle in the darkness without restraint.

What they want is not the truth, nor their grievances.

All they want is a sinner to condemn from a moral high ground.

And Ning Ye is a perfect fit.

"No matter how you see me."

Ning Ye's gaze remained calm as he surveyed the entire room.

"Jiangcheng survived."

That's enough.

After saying that, he ignored the controversy and walked straight down from the platform.

His back was straight, aloof, and resolute.

Despite the uproar and jeers of thousands behind him, he didn't stop for a moment.

Seeing his lonely figure, Su Qing's tears instantly streamed down her face, and she quickly pulled Nancy along to chase after him.

"Ning Ye!"

"Ignore them! They wouldn't understand!"

Ning Ye didn't turn around, but simply said, "I'm fine."

Are you really okay?

Only he knows.

There's something in my heart that's completely shattered and can never be put back together.

The arguments at the safe zone conference continued endlessly behind us.

The condemnation and defense continue to tear at the crowd.

But Ning Ye had completely detached himself from the commotion.

He climbed to the highest rooftop in the safe zone all by himself.

A cold wind howled, blowing against his tattered clothes.

The prosperity and tranquility of the entire river city can be seen in its entirety.

The sun shines brightly, and life is peaceful.

Below, thousands of lights shine, and everyone is safe and sound.

This peace was something he bought with his own sins and a lifetime of infamy.

No one appreciated his sacrifice.

All anyone remembers is that his hands are stained with the blood of innocent people.

He raised his hand, looking at his clean and slender fingertips.

The bloodstains had long been wiped clean, but he always felt that the warm, scarlet color could never be washed away.

In my mind, the clown's maniacal laughter, the little girl's innocent face, and the deafening jeers of the crowd echoed and lingered.

Did I do something wrong?

Ning Ye murmured softly, his voice carrying a hint of weariness and bewilderment that went unnoticed by anyone.

Reason told him he was right.

Sacrificing one person to save tens of thousands is the only solution in this desperate situation.

But the remaining conscience kept telling him.

You killed someone.

You killed the most innocent and pitiful child.

You preserved the livelihood of the entire city, but lost your own kindness.

The rooftop was empty and desolate, with a cold wind blowing.

Ning Ye, who once held a heart of justice, upheld principles, and was gentle and kind.

They remained forever in that blood-red, eerie stairwell.

The one who survived the dungeon was a rational, indifferent, sin-burdened, and forever misunderstood lone traveler.

The sounds of arguing below could still be faintly heard.

"I still insist! Ning Ye's character has changed; he's been deeply corrupted by the evil energy, and he'll bring disaster sooner or later!"

"Don't use the debt of saving a life to whitewash a murder! Good and evil cannot offset each other!"

"If everyone acted like him, indiscriminately killing innocent people to survive, how could there be any order in the safe zone?"

Immediately following this was an angry rebuttal from the defenders.

"Order? Without Ning Ye, we don't even deserve to live! What order are we talking about!"

"You bunch of keyboard warriors! All you do is stand in your safe corners and morally blackmail others!"

"If you're so capable, why didn't you go into the dungeon then? Go and uphold goodness in that desperate situation!"

"It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering! People like you are the most disgusting!"

Two opposing voices, forever locked in conflict.

Ning Ye leaned against the rooftop railing, tilted his head slightly, and gazed at the azure sky.

He gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

His eyes were filled with endless loneliness and exhaustion.

He has no regrets.

But he was very tired.

I saved someone, and then I got yelled at.

He who saves the world is scorned.

They may have won over the whole world, but they could never win over people's hearts.

No one understands, no one empathizes, no one offers salvation.

All the glory and praise from thousands of people are nothing but illusion.

All that remains are indelible sins and boundless loneliness.

A breeze brushed past the hem of my clothes, carrying a slight chill.

At this moment, this savior who saved the entire Jiangcheng.

In the end, he became a monster in everyone's eyes.

No one understood his helplessness in his desperate situation, and no one cared about the heavy burden he carried.

He was reviled by thousands and stood alone.

Silently guarding the peace and tranquility he earned through good and evil.