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Chapter 8 - Who defines choice?

「Enemy attack, two o'clock direction! 」

Isaiah drew his sword and rushed out, and the silvery white figure was as neat as a line in the dust and fog of the wasteland. The three men had just crossed the ruins of the ghost town in the north, and had not yet rested, when the ambush came like a hungry wolf.

Astor didn't speak, just calculating the angle, the number of enemies and the terrain advantage.

He wields a sword, and the blade is not angry or murderous, but it accurately separates the air from the flesh and blood.

For him, this is no longer a "battle", but a "problem solving".

Philos jumped on the ruins and broken walls, and blasted off an energy bomb with light stripes, laughing:

"At this rate, I wonder if your heart is still moving. 」

Astor didn't respond, only whispered:

"Eight meters ahead has collapsed terrain, which we can use. 」

Isaiah frown, flicker between sword side language:

"... you've changed, Astor. You didn't respond to the cry for help in the past. 」

It was a civilian girl who was affected. She sat down in the rubble behind and kept crying.

Astor just calm tunnel:

"Her position will not affect our actions, giving priority to the enemy. 」

Philos also stopped and looked at him.

At this time, he didn't speak:

"You want to save the world, right? Then why don't you save one person now? 」

Astor's tone is like a mathematical formula:

"I lost my emotion. For me, salvation is based on calculation-not pity. 」

"If the girl is rescued, it will expose our position and attract more enemies-this is not the optimal solution. 」

"... you are so interesting. "Philos sigh, tone insipid to unreasonable:

"At the end of the day, you are not heartless-you just regard people as variables in the equation. 」

He flew down, picked up the girl and rushed into the ruins in the rain of bullets.

Isaiah blocked the pursuer and whispered to Astor:

"You really ... don't want to save her? 」

Astor silence for a moment, looking at the enemy wreckage and dust, eyes without any shake, just tone mechanical:

"I know you want to believe that I am still the same person as before. But now I exist to win the last battle. 」

After the battle, night came.

Three people gathered around the campfire, and the girl had been placed in the protected area set by Philos.

After a silence of several minutes, Philos finally spoke, his voice low, like a joke and a trial:

"I ask you, Astor-what have you been looking for? 」

Astor lift eye, reflected in the Kurome fire:

"The answer. Optimal solution. 」

"What if the" optimal solution "is wrong? 」

This sentence made the air still for a moment.

Astor didn't answer immediately.

Isaiah frowned and clenched his fist:

"The optimal solution cannot be betrayal. 」

Astor tone is still dull:

"I have no one to betray now. 」

At this moment, Philos gently said a sentence:

"Maybe one day, you will be somewhere and suddenly understand that the person you refused to save today is actually yourself. 」

No one answered the phone.

Only the wind, turning a page in Astor's notebook-that page, blank as his face.

The distant roar of animals shook the earth.

Philos stood up and looked at the sound source:

"It's so noisy. Come on, guys, the beast of the rift probably doesn't know what "human trauma rest time" means. 」

Astor stood up, put on a cloak, cold tone:

"Let's go. 」

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