I am indifferent, because I died in a man-made accident, and then I was involved in a survival game. I was constantly attacking and killing, betraying, murdering, plotting and calculating. The complexity of the human heart and the selfishness of human nature were all exposed and I was constantly struggling. What do people live for? To survive? For protection? Or do you just live to kill? They cannibalize each other's own value and do whatever it takes to win. What's on top? It doesn't matter, no matter what, I will live and live well. Even if I step on the mountains of other people's corpses, I will not regret, feel guilty, or look back.