It was evident that the survival rules of men hadn't let him survive. Four-leaf Phoenix Tree had devised his own 'trading' rules.
He couldn't devote his life to the bigwigs above, nor could he be blindly loyal to them.
Instead, he needed to trade with them, extracting as much personal gain as possible along the way.
Those bigwigs would be more than happy to see him extract benefits from it.
Their orders would be executed, even if not by him, then by another Executioner. He could handle things better, allowing those people to die with less suffering.
He never considered such a trade rule as a form of solace.
He never thought he'd set foot on the wrong path.
He was well aware the world was ill, and outside his nation, the world was even more deeply sickened.
He needed to climb step by step, binding his interests with those bigwigs through trades. Only by reaching certain heights could he change everything.
