Chapter 39: Stupid Utopia, The Exchange of Slave Contracts

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Looking at the dialogue at the window, Mcgee frowned.

Utopia!

Utopia was the best society in the human mind. Here, everyone was equal, no oppression, no leadership, no burden, the representative of all the good things. It represents the deepest desire that people want.

This concept in the last century in the field of European and American sociology was very hot.

So, Mcgee knew about these things about utopia.

But after an in-depth study, Mcgee knew that this kind of utopia does not exist.

Even if someone wanted to build such a system, they could not succeed.

Because the complexity of human nature would not allow for a utopia.

But Mcgee did not have a bad feeling about utopia. He was in fact, looking forward to building a utopia himself.

Of course, this utopia does not need so many people.

As long as there is a woman, a woman he loves deeply and loves him back.

This is what Mcgee thought was utopia!

As for Sister Irene Sandell’s utopia, Mcgee was completely uninterested.

Moreover, Mcgee was very sure that this utopia would definitely be destroyed in the end.

What destroyed them was not the outside world, but the people inside.

The outcome had already been decided. Naturally, Mcgee did not want to throw his resources in vain.

Moreover, every resource in the early days was very precious.

To utopia?

It was better to feed it to his tamed beasts. At least the beasts could gain weight!

Thinking of this, Mcgee directly rejected Sister Irene Sandell’s request for help.

“I’m sorry. My resources are not as abundant as I imagined. I can’t support you at all. I’m sorry.”

“No!” Sister Irene Sandell hurriedly said, “Lord Mcgee, please, for the sake of God, help us. If you don’t help us, our utopia will be finished!”

“I’m sorry, Sister Irene. My ability is limited. And I want to advise you not to dream of a utopia. This is a road without a future,” Mcgee said rudely.

As for God?

Sorry!

If he really existed, why would he allow so many people to suffer and die in this world?

Although the previous earth was cruel, people had a fighting chance to survive.

And in this world, people died every moment.

If God really existed, why would he be so cruel to allow such a tragedy?

Mcgee was a pragmatic person. When he realized that praying was useless, he decisively gave up that kind of spiritual comfort.

Instead of praying, it was better to plant more things and hunt more.

Because God would not help you when you were hungry!

Otherwise, Sister Irene would not have asked Mcgee for help.

“Really, Mr. Mcgee?” Sister Irene asked in despair.

“Give up, Sister Irene. If you want food, show your sincerity. I will only exchange it for equal value,” Mcgee said coldly.

In this world, any kindness was fatal.

Because you did not know when you would raise a wolf because of it.

After reading Mcgee’s words, Sister Irene was silent for a long time.

Just when Mcgee thought she had given up.

Sister Irene sent another message. “Mcgee, Let’s make a deal. I will use my slave contract to exchange for it. How much food can you give me?”

Looking at Sister Irene’s message, Mcgee knew that she had compromised.

Utopia was just a beautiful illusion of the unworldly.

Anyone who had experienced living in a society and had some experience knew that utopia was an unreachable dream.

His determination seemed to have led sister Irene to a dead end, but was not it also a good medicine to break her illusion?

The sooner this utopia was destroyed, the more vitality they would have.

Of course, Mcgee would not ask for their gratitude.

Compared to gratitude, he was more interested in Sister Irene’s bargaining chip, the slave contract.

The slave contract was an abandoned product in the era when Mcgee had transmigrated.

But now… it might have other uses.

Mcgee looked at the twitching twig on the ground and had an idea.

Then he sent a message.

[You can exchange this contract. I can exchange 100 sweet potatoes for it.]

100 sweet potatoes were a lot.

Mcgee had a lot of these things.

Except for occasional meals, most of them were fed to the pigs.

Otherwise, if he ate them for a long time, Mcgee would definitely be smoked to death by the two beasts.

He still wanted to live well for a period of time!

Moreover, now that he had better things to eat, he did not need to force himself to swallow!

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