"This is not fair! We ordinary people also make our own contributions. Without us, how would society function? Spirit Masters are also human beings. They also need to eat. Without us taxpayers, what would they eat?" someone shouted angrily.
Two different opinions have emerged online.
"It's really unfair. Everyone has their own contribution. You can't expect everyone to become a Spirit Master and kill monsters. Who's going to farm then?"
"What's unfair about it? The premise for others to be resurrected is that they really risk their lives to fight against the monsters. Do you have to risk your life to farm?"
"The prophet said no one would stop you from becoming a spirit master. While others were fighting the supernatural, you hid at home, and now you're blaming them for enjoying the right to resurrection? I figured you'd been hiding at home all along, so you weren't going to die anyway. What do you need resurrection for?"
"Do ordinary people deserve to die? What did we do wrong?"
"I'm speechless. Isn't this a fallacy of equivocation? Everyone dies. When you encountered something supernatural, you rushed forward instead of following suit. Now that it can be resurrected, you're complaining that it can be resurrected?"
"I'm not a spirit master, I'm just an ordinary person, but I think the prophet is right. The world is about to end, and if we want to save all of humanity, the resurrection slots should definitely be reserved for useful people. Let's resurrect a bunch of ordinary people to feed the monsters!"
"But ordinary people also have the right to live!"
"Go talk to the weirdo, why are you talking to the Captain? Before the Captain, who the hell could be resurrected? Now it's good enough that someone can, and you're still being picky."
"Stop arguing, let's hear what Captain Fang has to say."
Whether they were online or in person, everyone was eagerly awaiting Fang Xiu's reply.
Fang Xiu's extremely dark eyes slowly swept over the crowd, his gaze so deep it seemed to pierce through the lens and see to the ends of the earth.
He spoke slowly, his voice not loud but enough to carry throughout the room: "You want fairness? Remember, my word is fairness."
These words caused an uproar in the audience.
No one expected that Fang Xiu would not offer a single explanation or a word of reassurance; he was as domineering as ever.
"If you want the power to be resurrected, then go and prove it. Prove that you are qualified. I have given you the opportunity. If you can't seize it, that's your own problem. If you're not good enough, don't blame headquarters."
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