Chapter 465:

Not to mention, these soldiers were helping him in the fight against the zombies. They had never posed any threat to him—in fact, they were fighting valiantly, tirelessly, putting their lives on the line to protect his 300 men.

This was assistance, not hostility. There was no enmity between him and these soldiers.

Even the wrongdoers from Sunny Hills didn’t deserve death. Yes, they had made mistakes, but who in this world hadn’t? He hadn’t asked if they regretted their actions, but if he were in their place, he—this man of 99% cruelty—would undoubtedly feel remorse, would be tortured by guilt, would want to atone.

Surely others felt the same, seeking forgiveness.

If he had committed a crime, surely he would want someone to show him mercy, not be silently killed on the battlefield, without even a final word, dying in a haze of confusion and dishonor.

"Papa, when you go to Renaissance, bring me back something special from there. And make sure you come home safe..."

"I will, my sweet gir