�Then what about the drug called Angel?�Is there any other way to treat emotional illness?�

said Fermi.

�According to the evidence I have gathered, the World Health Organization has not come up with a cure for emotional illness.�

It was a desperate talk.

�but���

Sirone looked around and waved her arms.

�The cell buster happened.�If humanity was wiped out by emotional illness, why is this catastrophe necessary?�

�Listen to the end.�Humanity does not appear to have been annihilated by emotional disease.�In other words, it�s not that we haven�t been able to develop a cure, it�s that there�s no need to develop it.��Sirone finally realized.

�Feelings����Are you giving up?�

�okay.�Humans in the future will have a completely different emotional system than we do today.�Do you know Gyorgi?�

Sirone nodded.

�What is stolen from others is not valuable.�Therefore, if you live with plundered goods, emotional disease does not appear.�Humanity in the future does not own anything, it simply takes away.�In this state, human unity is absolutely impossible.�

�It is a beast.�

wild

�Still, I am free from emotional illness.�That�s what pain is.�And this is the landscape of the end of the century that mankind will reach.��Fermi continued.

�The medicine I made based on that information is Angel�s Tears.�A kind of hallucinogen.�why drugs?�Do we have to lower the current human spirit to the level of beasts?�

Sirone shut his mouth.

�It took a lot of trial and error to find the golden balance.�An astronomical amount of money was invested only in establishing a distribution network in the southern continent.�accept it�This is the current thread.�

�but����I can�t report like that.�

The World Health Organization will not be able to announce that all mankind must become wild dogs.

�No, even if you announce it, it�s not like it�s going to be what you want.�Thorough natural selection.�It�s just a process in which those with emotions are weeded out over a long period of time.�

Fermi is blocking the process.

�Tears of an angel.�

Sirone imagined an angel injecting drugs into a human arm and weeping.

Is that angel Fermi?

Or is it just the naming sense of a genius businessman who seems to sell sand even in the desert?

Sirone did not know.

�There must be a way.�Anyway, it�s not an incurable disease.�let�s go down�It�s all mining.�

Marcia shrugged, and Fermi, who exchanged glances with her, said.

�I knew you would like it.�but how do i get down?�Youkus keeps playing.� JrNovels.com