Chapter 32

In this bleak world, devoid of hope and normalcy, I sometimes came across individuals desperately holding onto remnants of their past. They longed to preserve a sense of significance, a piece of their former selves, from the once-beautiful world.

The ex-senator, he still donned the impeccable office suit. Stripped of that attire, he was merely another frail and famished individual, devoid of substance. Glancing around, I noticed his followers: feeble, famished, and fuming with anger at this new world.

‘When you are angry at fate, what will you gain?’ I sighed heavily.

I could confront this man, urging him to shed his pride and accept the new reality, but such a confrontation might only incite further dissent. And I don’t have time for it.

"I'm sorry, but I am not the superhero you think I am. I'm just a man, a fake Iron Man," I gently corrected him.

His reply, however, dripped with desperation and a plea for fairness. "Even if you're not a hero, as a fellow human with food, you should
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