World Traveler Villain

{Chapter: 120 Human Nature is Violence}

In this harsh world plagued by zombies, no one is particularly surprised by the woman's actions. Here, death could be just around the corner, and survival often demands putting aside one's pride or dignity. A simple meal becomes far more important than any sense of self-respect. If it means staying alive, people are willing to sell not only their bodies but even their souls.

"You, put on your clothes," Terry called out, his voice firm.

Jill shot William a grimace before turning to the woman. "Put your clothes on," she ordered.

"Can you give me some food?" The woman asked, her voice soft and filled with desperation.

William, his pride evident, glanced at her and then spoke with a self-satisfied tone. "Your body doesn't appeal to me in the slightest, though I must admit, it's a bit shocking. But because of your sincerity, I can't help but feel moved by your honesty. I'll be generous, of course."

The woman's eyes widened in disbelief. "Would you really give me some food?"

Terry, having already anticipated the need, moved swiftly and grabbed a plate. He filled it with fruits, vegetables, and a helping of meat, handing it over to her with a simple nod.

"Okay, I don't think we can eat all of this," William added with a casual wave to Terry.

Terry handed the plate to the woman, who accepted it with a grateful smile. "Thank you, thank you," she said, clutching the plate tightly before she turned and quickly walked away.

As the woman who had received the food walked off, another, who was here first arrived, immediately took notice and spoke up. "Give me a little food, and I'll let you do whatever you want. Look at my body—I'm definitely more attractive than her. I'm sure I can appeal to you."

"Don't take it off," Jill warned sharply, stopping her in her tracks.

"I'll let you do whatever you want," the woman continued, her tone almost pleading. "Just give me something to eat."

Around them, the onlookers, their stomachs growling, started murmuring in envy. "Please, give us some food," they begged. "We haven't had any vegetables or meat in so long."

"Please, just a little bit, anything."

"Give us a little, please."

Jill watched the growing crowd with cold detachment, her expression unmoving. She knew that any act of charity would only be worthwhile if her own interests weren't compromised. After all, there were only so many portions of food to go around, and these individuals could only get a taste of this once.

Terry glanced over at William, questioning, "William, should we give them some food?"

"Quiet," William snapped sharply, his voice cutting through the murmurs.

The group fell silent, waiting for his next words, each one holding their breath.

"Do you want to eat?" William asked with a smirk, clearly enjoying the tension he was creating.

"Yes," came the response, eager and hopeful.

"Really? But what do you offer in return? Without eggs, why should I hand over this hard-earned food?" William's words were laced with disdain, though his tone remained light.

The group was taken aback, none able to find a proper response.

One young man, unable to contain his frustration, stepped forward and shouted, "Because we're all human! In times of crisis, shouldn't we help each other out? How can you be so selfish in the face of all this suffering?"

William applauded, his smile widening as he mocked the speaker. "Ah, so righteous! How heartwarming. But it has nothing to do with me, really."

Another person from the crowd shouted, "Then why do you even join the group? You're hoarding the food and not contributing. You're not welcome here."

"Leave, leave, leave," others chanted, their voices growing louder.

Terry, seeing the situation escalate, intervened. "Calm down, calm down, this isn't the way."

"Let me handle it," William responded coldly, turning his attention back to the angry crowd.

He smirked, "It's simple really. In fact, you only needed to say that you want to live and don't want to die. You might get some food. but you are very hypocritical," William said with a slight scorn, "Giving you these is just a waste of food."

"Enough with your nonsense, just give us the food," one of the survivors demanded, now fully on the offensive.

"Let's not talk nonsense with him, take these foods directly, the food is ours, go on." These survivors have turned into robbers at this moment.

The group had turned into a mob, their desperation taking over.

"Hey, don't do something you'll regret," Terry warned, stepping forward, her eyes wide with disbelief at how quickly things had changed.

Jill shook his head, his voice low as he commented, "As times get harder, the darker sides of human nature really show."

"Exactly," William agreed, his tone cold and cynical. "Human nature is inherently violent. That's why I've never believed in all that moral nonsense. It's just hypocritical nonsense. Strength is everything now. Everything else is irrelevant."

"Stop!" a voice suddenly rang out, strong and commanding. It was Claire, walking into the scene.

The mob turned, stunned at the sudden arrival of the woman who had spoken up. "What are you doing?" Claire demanded.

"Ahh!" the crowd scattered, stunned into silence.

"Put it back, all of it. Now," Claire ordered, her presence radiating authority.

Reluctantly, the survivors began to return the food to its rightful place, grumbling under their breath but complying nonetheless. They all moved behind Claire, keeping their distance from William, though some of them muttered, "He kept the food. We didn't do anything wrong."

Claire marched straight up to William, her gaze hard as she looked over the food that had been returned. "How did you get these?"

William simply shrugged. "There's nothing I can't do, Claire. Some of the people you're managing here don't follow orders."

"For things like this, food can't be hoarded. Nobody is above the rules." Claire's voice softened, but the weight of her words was clear.

William opened his hands in mock surrender. "But this isn't fair to me, Claire. Is it really okay to just take things like this?"

"It's a special time," Carlos stepped forward, his tone icy. "All food is distributed by the convoy. You don't get to hide it."

William nodded slowly, as if considering his next words carefully. "Looks like I'm in trouble."

Carlos crossed his arms, his gaze hard. "Since you've joined the team, you need to follow the team's rules. Hand over the food, William."

William looked at Carlos, then broke into laughter. "Hahaha, it's too funny. I couldn't help it. Seriously, I can't stop laughing. This is too rich."

Claire narrowed her eyes, clearly irritated by his behavior. "Have you finished laughing?"

William took a moment to calm himself, his laughter dying down. "I haven't heard a joke in a long time. Forgive me for the outburst."

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