My Wife is Tim

Ah yes, it's important, and these are big gains.

The latest world map, the power distribution map of each faction, the strategy map of the goblin species...

Their presence or absence can even influence the fate of settlements.

The place where resources and strongholds can be deduced will no longer unknowingly stray into the battle lines of other races.

Besides, human beings have spent more than five years to make maps, repeatedly conducting investigations like walking a tightrope.

Initially starting with the nearby areas, then a rough map of the world.

Dangerous areas and resource information expected to be obtained were repeatedly updated until recently the map finally started to function.

At this time, as long as the information brought back today is added, the credibility of their map will be greatly increased.

--but.

How many people died for this map?

Of course Rick knew the answer. He remembered the looks of all the members and could call them by their names.

If anything, Rick remembered exactly when, where, and why they died.

— 47 people.

They were all ordered to "die" by Rick.

If it weren't for the fluke explosion before, the death toll may have become 48 today.

Of the 47 people who died, not all were directly informed by Rick, but some were indirectly informed.

But no matter who said it, Rick's will is behind the order.

One person has to sacrifice for the whole team, and one person sacrifices to save two people.

If it will endanger others, you must sacrifice your own life before that.

He made this rule.

In this desperate situation, it was none other than Rick himself who revealed to everyone how to struggle to the end.

but……

"Continue this kind of thing... how can...?"

Kill one for two.

Kill two for four.

That kind of thing has continued to accumulate so far, and the result is 47 people.

After paying such sacrifices, the number of people who have survived today is nearly 2000 people.

You sacrificed 47 people, so that more than 2000 people survived, but is it all worth it?

Worth it, so fucking worth it.

Rick has no regrets about it.

But how long will this practice continue?

Will it last until the day of "kill ninety-nine for a thousand and one"?

Or……

What about until "the last person" is left?

"……Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha----!"

This is a necessary sacrifice.

Rick has always said that to everyone, and everyone agreed.

But this is just a lie.

There is no way to use it to deceive everyone. After deceiving them to gain approval, drag them into exile everywhere!

And then even he relied on that lie, locked in his heart, trying to convince himself and relieve his guilt.

How despicable.

Rick's throat burned with the almost insane hatred he felt at himself.

He knows, he knows.

Human life is not a number that can be simply measured by the balance. How can such a thing be taken for granted by sacrificing a few to save the many? !

Sacrifice is necessary, but never right!

"I know that, but this is the only way I can use it, ha, you coward..."

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of Rick's mouth, he touched his heart, and punched the table with a ferocious face.

"What human leader, that's just a scum, scum, and liar!"

On the fist that smashed the wood, I saw a sharp piece of wood pierced deeply, and blood flowed out.

But Rick didn't care, he just roared and kept dropping his fists like a vent.

In his own room, this was the only place he could vent.

After leaving this room, he will return to meet the needs of everyone, like a disguise, calculating and ruthless, but not forgetting to bring hope to people, "adult" with a heart of steel.

and so……

Just in this room, just for a while, just for a while...

Let him take off his disguise, show his weak side, and let him vent!

Chapter 170 I am the last hope!

"The rationality of the brain allows itself to make the right choice, but the morality of the heart is constantly torturing its own humanity. This kind of contradictory psychological conflict keeps accumulating, and the final result is this..."

In the depths of the human settlement's cave, Annan stood quietly in an inconspicuous corner, using the cognitive interference technique, and looked at the room where Rick was with Tiamat.

Although Rick closed the door of the room firmly, such a measure was like nothing in front of the two of them.

Even though Annan and Tiamat were separated by a door, they could clearly feel that the young man was venting like a collapse.

It was a truly humiliating scene.

But neither the magician nor the goddess of creation had a mocking expression on their faces, and there was no trace of pity in their eyes.

"Annan, that child... is very powerful!"

Tiamat said softly, not joking at all.

From Tiamat's point of view, Rick, who was close to collapsing in his room, was powerful enough.

This is not irony, but fact.

Rick is very weak, but his inner strength is extremely rare among humans.

The more arrogant people are, the more they can understand this power. Even if Gilgamesh came here, no matter how he didn't want to admit it, he would look straight at Rick.

A young boy, at the age of a child, the fate and choices of the 2000 people in the settlement are all entrusted to him.

It's weird, right?

Rick is not Gilgamesh who was born king, nor is he a hero.

He is just an ordinary person.

But it was this ordinary person who stood up when he was a child, gave human beings the meaning of life, and led human beings to struggle until now.

"Well, he really accomplished an amazing thing, and Xingyue's great deed is enough to make him a heroic spirit."

Annan nodded, agreeing with Tiamat's words.

Following the traces of Rick, after arriving at the human settlement quietly, he collected a lot of information here.

Among them, the information about the human leader Rick is very detailed.

Supposedly five years ago.

The original human settlement disappeared because of the battle between the Flügel and the Dragon Spirit.

The adults either died or collapsed in despair, and people arrived at the cave crying and whimpering.

When people were lamenting, Rick, who was 13 years old at that time, ignored them, looked at the cave, and said: "The location here is very convenient, and it can be used as the next settlement."

In front of the people who had been robbed of everything just a few short hours ago, he said "next" as a matter of course.

Only a roar was heard.

- So what can it be!

——For those guys, it's like we don't exist.

That is a very correct argument. It is unexpected that it is a sigh from despair, and the young man answered without moving his eyebrows:

"That's right, we don't exist - not equal, but we're going to do that."

Then the boy explained the method.

"We don't exist and can't exist because we won't be discovered if we don't exist - we're going to be undead."

"By all means, escape and hide, and live on—until one day someone will see the end of the battle."

If you can't do anything, at least try to carry on the legacy of the fallen.

If you can't do anything, at least work hard for the possibility of a rising person.

"The person who swears to the will that can follow me - then follow me."

——13 years old child.

The children whose hometown was destroyed twice gave the human beings who had lost the meaning of life—the reason for life and the meaning of death—with words like the undead.

Put yourself in the shoes and think about it, if the identities were swapped, even Annan wouldn't think he could have done better.

"It's just... this is also a cruel thing."

Annan's eyes penetrated the door and fell on Rick.

This world is full of malice towards human beings, and any other intelligent race can easily slaughter human beings if they pull it out.