At that time, Teacher Nostradamus calmly pointed out the way for me: "Painful? Feeling incredible? That's right. The truth always hurts more than lies. Although it was forced, at least you saw that this country is weak. The truth is full of contradictions and suffering, and you must want to change everything from the bottom of your heart."
"So, for you, for me, for this country, and for all the people who regard the Diamond family as emperor, you must become stronger. At least, from the current weak person who is even sent to the front line with just a word. A weak person becomes a strong person who has his own beliefs and can decide his own future - change himself, and then change the world. If you are strong enough to become an emperor, then everything is possible."
The teacher's words were always calm. He didn't look at me, but at the desolate, vast, uninhabited northwest plain: "In this way, I can become an imperial master, gain status and power, and gain the ability to transform this society. With the authority, you can become the emperor and take over this devastated country, and our wishes can all be realized - as long as you become strong enough, I can assist you to become the supreme emperor."
At this moment, I seemed to hear crying. I heard the cries of the villagers who had their villages burned down, I saw the tears in the hearts of the insensitive knights, and I felt the darkness and suffering that enveloped this country, and even the entire human civilization - all living beings suffer, class division, oppression and exploitation are inherently part of civilization.
And the source of all this pain is that in this world full of miracles, just like a mortal without miracles, there is no power.
[belief]
Since then, faith has taken root in my heart.
I began to pursue strength and power, and I began to tap into the potential in my body that I had never discovered before. After arriving at the front line, I continued to fight with the orcs, fighting with the army. I was bloody every day, and was injured again and again. My madness made the orcs I also felt fear, and my strength made the friendly forces panic. One day, I blocked thousands of armies alone, broke the Orc Central Army on the Tartarus Plateau, and killed three Orc generals. I became a legend and defeated them all. Competitors, ministers with secretive thoughts bowed their heads, nobles with other plans acquiesced, and thus sat on the throne of 'Emperor'.
From that moment on, I made a vow that I would change the world with my own will - and that is my legendary power.
-At this moment, in the golden cocoon of divine power, the awakened god unconsciously opened his eyes, revealing golden-orange pupils like the sun.
The huge cocoon of divine power began to burn, illusory yet real. The endless divine power turned into flames that floated endlessly in the atmosphere, and began to forge the body of the true god who was about to be born.
And at this time.
'I' recalled the memories after becoming the emperor.
It was a memory even darker and more gloomy than the front line filled with blood and corpses.
That is the source of all darkness that hangs over civilization.
Wrapped under the appearance of peace and humility, the sinister political struggles and conspiracies of the nobles; lurking under the harmonious surface of the imperial capital, are the secret exploitation and oppression of the major forces. But this is actually good. The local nobles add tax items and make up laws at will. They demand the exercise of the right of first night and recruit free people to become their own farmers. They annex land and plunder, regardless of law, honor, responsibility and Human dignity is nothing.
Nobles, strong men, and big businessmen are at the top. They hold wealth and power, so they can abuse civilians at will and treat ordinary people like beasts. What supports them in doing all this is the rights granted to them by imperial law and the extraordinary power granted to them. their violence.
The empire at that time was like a decaying mummy. The long-term war with the orcs had hollowed out all the foundations that could maintain a peaceful situation. It was pathologically so that the strong men and nobles who wielded force had too much strength, and the imperial power Compromises were made to them again and again, and rights were handed over again and again, turning these beings who were supposed to be protectors into evil dragons that exploited their blood and sweat - but is the imperial power any better? As the largest noble and the most violent, the entire country transports enough resources to launch a small battle to the imperial capital every month. Countless treasures and precious extraordinary resources are plundered and presented just to satisfy the royal family. The daily needs of a family.
But in the past, I thought this was a matter of course - because I was a descendant of the royal family, my family protected the entire empire, and their dedication was a matter of course.
vomit.
Just remembering it makes me feel sick and want to vomit. These people who brazenly show off their wealth, show off their mines, and show off their power have never thought about how many bones are behind them. Every time I take the magic potion, I can't help but think. There are so many people's hardships and blood and tears behind this - but at that time, even though I knew all this, I couldn't take action. I even had to communicate with them with a smile, listen to their compliments and flattery, endure the nausea, and let these people die The human devil kisses my scepter.
As for why, the answer is simple.
These nobles now are, at most, killing their own 'property' in their own territories and oppressing their serfs who can be oppressed 'as a matter of course'. This is an order that has been passed down for thousands of years. They also need the services of servants, so no matter how crazy everything is , there is also a degree - but if they are killed at will, the power foundation of the entire empire is destabilized, the consequences may be that millions of people are displaced, or even tens of millions of people fall into disaster, and other rabbits and foxes in the empire are sad and hurt. The local nobles might start a civil war in order to resist, causing this huge empire to be in turmoil in an instant.
The consequences of being willful may be that everything I fought for on the battlefield has returned to zero, and I have spent countless blood and sweat, even at the expense of suffering almost incurable hidden injuries, to barely suppress the power of the Tartarus Plateau. The orcs may take advantage of the situation to counterattack, and while we are busy with the civil war, they can regain a large area of high-quality pasture in the northwest plains and restore the vitality they have lost in the past ten years.
The building cannot topple—at least not yet.
Orcs. noble. Underworld. Extraordinary beings who act recklessly, and civilians who are powerless to resist. The abscesses, weakness and tumors of the empire, I once swore that I would change all of this. This is my belief, the belief that supports me to become a legend and become strong - I used my last strength to solve one of the problems, but I no longer have the extra strength to eliminate other problems.
Hidden wounds weigh me down.
I felt that the most blasphemous and evil curse of the orc high priest was constantly consuming the little life I had left. At that time, even I fell into decadence.
"There's not enough time... Can't we change everything?!"
"Even if you are an emperor and become an emperor, can't you?!"
Can't I? !
Seeing my children growing up in the royal family's privileged environment, they gradually became what my father and brother and I were like in the past, but none of them, none of them, could achieve the same realization as me... I sent my eldest son to the common people, hoping that he could Understanding the suffering of the common people, I sent my second son into the army, hoping that he could feel the cruelty of war, but they all disappointed me. The eldest son was bribed by the nobles and became the most traditional noble. The second son regarded revenge and strength as the most important thing. The only purpose was not to care about the people's cries... Anger mixed with despair burned my heart, making me decadent and irritable, even giving up on myself. I once thought that it would be better to just die like this.
—But faith.
Only faith cannot be forgotten.
The belief in changing everything in this darkness is what keeps me alive and lingering. I sit on the throne indifferently, waiting for death to come. When facing this enemy, I try my best not to let myself forget my original intention and become the most hated person I have ever known. That kind of person.
Until that day comes.
There was a small commotion in the imperial capital, and a familiar black-haired warrior easily solved the problem, and then casually gave me a pure divine crystal.
—Power.
Below the Ten Thousand Realms Sacrificial Site, in the sealed hall, the surface of the golden cocoon of divine power began to peel off little by little, and a human figure emitting infinite light could be seen gradually peeling out of the cocoon.
—It all comes from this.
Because of their powerful power, extraordinary strong men will become the natural rulers and nobles of an extraordinary civilization. Whether they look at things, do things, or live their daily lives, their perspective on things is different from that of civilians without extraordinary power and the 'weak' who have nothing. In essence, they are not the same race or the same life at all.
The identity of 'Emperor' is the same from a certain perspective.
They cannot feel the pain, troubles and sorrow of civilians.
The hometown blocked by the mountains, the rugged road leading to the outside world; the small and dangerous living space between the valley and the mountains; the northern province with inconvenient transportation and heavy snowfall every winter...all these things that ordinary people can clearly feel. Suffering and suffering, whether it is climate change, geographical location, or the trouble of returning to and from the tedious home area, are not felt by the strong.
Because they can fly, they can open mountains, they can split roads, they can change the weather, and they can control weather. Even if they don't have such powerful power, they can easily ignore it all - they can't feel pain at all.
The strong can never feel the inconvenience of the weak... Therefore, extraordinary civilization is extremely difficult to change. They have no needs, so naturally they will not think about progress.
Unless such a person appears.
A person who is sincere, willing to help the weak, protect the weak, and want to make the weak strong.
A person who represents 'justice' and possesses 'power'.
-At least, he hoped that the weak would have the strength to live a lifetime with dignity.
"I want to thank you, Lord Radcliffe."
In the cocoon of divine power, the ray humanoid whispered to himself: "You gave me the divine crystal, which gave me further power. Your presence shocked many nobles, attracted firepower, and made Teacher Nostradamus I can feel at ease and become a legend, and you also support my idea, which is better than my best dreams, and in just a few years, I have become a legend."
What one legend cannot solve, two legends can try, and three legends will definitely succeed.
There is nothing in Mycroft's world that can resist the three legends joining forces, not even the resistance of thousands of years of systems and countless nobles.
In the endless source, countless people's thoughts and wills are invading my will and washing away my beliefs, but these fragile things can no longer affect me - I recall more things, I I thought of the Skynet system, the surveillance throne, the sins burned by my own hands, the nobles terminated, and the 'strong men' oppressed by the same methods I used to oppress others.
I recalled the academy of extraordinary beings established by Teacher Nostradamus, I recalled the increasing number of civilian extraordinary beings in the empire, and I recalled that I was scolded by my queen, saying that I was destroying myself. The foundation of the throne and rule, I recalled the nobles uniting in fear and shouting "The emperor is crazy", saying that I was acting as a gravedigger for myself.
They don't understand anything, they don't understand anything - I don't blame them, because they think they are 'strong' and they are also 'weak' in front of me.
"I know."
—In this world ruled by the strong, in this history where the strong write stories, the weak always have no role.
They are the sufferings that will not be recorded in books, the numbers that will not be named clearly in the death toll, they are the heavy taxes that are never described in adventure stories, they are invisible to the knights and adventurers who go to ruins and forests to take risks. The poor people have simple meals twice a day, or even once, behind the seemingly beautiful vast fields.
They are always forgotten, always ignored. They support the backbone of the world, but they do not get any due respect.
but I.
god.
'Israel', will not be forgotten, ignored.
The strength and faith of this human being come from the desperate cries of those border villagers and the weak forty-three years ago.
[The weak have no need to exist—the history of civilization is the process of the strong constantly defeating the weak!]
A majestic voice came from an alien world, and the belief from an alien civilization came across time and space. It was a truly alien race that was completely different from human beings from the foundation of its birth, and its civilization development process and social form were completely different. Their voices are loud and their convictions are strong.
Wrong, dead wrong!
There is indeed no need for the weak to exist - because the purpose of dividing the strong from the weak is to enable the weak to strive to become strong, and to allow the strong to recall that they were once weak. The purpose of dividing the strong from the weak is to enable all weak Everyone becomes strong and starts the next cycle!
Civilization is the process by which the weak become the strong!
Civilization is the process by which justice gains power!
The history of civilization is the process in which the weak continue to grow and progress, gain faith, firm goals, overcome all difficulties step by step, and then become strong and shoulder everything!
—In the cocoon of light, behind the humanoid figure with divine power, runes like the sun condensed, and the brilliant divine light began to spread, filling the entire hall with gentle but powerful divine power.
Israel completely woke up from Dayuan's dream. He opened his eyes and once again stared at the world he had been away from for many years.
[Princes, generals and ministers, would you rather have the seed?]
Even so, princes, generals and ministers are really worthy in this world with extraordinary power and blood inheritance.
He himself is a product of this
If an ordinary person wants to become a strong person, he needs to work ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, and a thousand times harder than a strong person like him, but doesn't he just work hard? He has been eating hard since he was a child, and his training is ten times a hundred times more scientific than ordinary people, and he works ten times a hundred times harder. He doesn't even need to care about life, he only needs to care about becoming stronger!
However, can it be said that the strong can only rely on strength to shear sheep to strengthen themselves, just like shepherding sheep
However, does it mean that the strong must suppress everyone, maintain the advantage of their own strength, and maintain their rule
-This is wrong.
If no stronger person can appear after the strong, if the strong becomes a shepherd who can only control the weak - if the strong degenerates and does not pursue the strongest, but only pursues the weak people who can manage themselves, he becomes A despicable person who 'makes others weak in order to become strong himself'.
Then an extraordinary civilization will come to an end.
Because among them, no stronger existence will be born, and this civilization will become weaker and weaker, more and more humble, and finally disappear silently in the rotation of time, or it will encounter powerful existences from other worlds and perish in mourning. .
"Everyone must be able to become stronger."
“Everyone has to have a chance.”
Therefore, everyone can be a prince, general or minister.
The cocoon of divine power shattered, and endless light overflowed from the sun-like divine symbol. It was warm, powerful, and so bright and eye-catching.
Israel clenched his fists, and the human form composed of radiance gradually condensed into the form of a man. The former emperor, now the new god of justice and power, raised his head and looked at the surface. His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the void. , and saw the galaxy star gate that was gradually opening.
Justice... Justice is might, justice is power!
My power comes from faith and is for all living beings!
[Civilization is the process of the strong defeating the weak—Civilization is the process of the weak becoming strong]
The completely opposite voice came from the other side of the galaxy star gate. It was the voice of God, the divinity of the priesthood, the 'voice of the enemy' that burst out from the depths of the great source of the multiverse that the true god could sense.
"That is my divine enemy, the enemy of order."
God said this to himself, but Israel was not flustered by this. On the contrary, He even smiled.
Because in addition, He also heard the familiar, friendly voice of a friend.
"Come on, Israel!"
A man's loud and deep voice, as if he was also laughing, spanned the void and the galaxy, and passed directly into his heart: "Come, fight with me!"
Haha, the image of the man composed of brilliance chuckled, and with the chuckle, the endless divine power began to condense, and the dark golden hair appeared together with the face of the former emperor, and then was shrouded in a golden helmet, solid The heavy divine power armor covering the whole body was engraved with a simple Holy Emblem of the Sun. The crimson cloak was fluttering behind him due to the turbulent wind, making a hunting sound. It was smeared with blood, the blood of countless victims, prompting A belief sworn by God to be fulfilled forever.
The golden divine light condensed and penetrated a straight channel directly to the surface on the top of the god's head. Israel jumped up. In the process of going to the void, he felt countless gazes - gods, powerful, Weak, admiring, surprised - he felt the eyes of his teacher. The old mage who had achieved his wish and was almost completing his former ideals was looking at him with gratified and emotional eyes. Everyone and God were watching him at this moment. They gave up a way, they gave up this opportunity with them.
Without any hesitation, the god turned into a golden-orange divine light like the sun, and flew towards the star gate of the galaxy that was gradually opening and expanding. The divine light was vast and bright, as if it was going to illuminate the entire darkness. Galaxy.
"I am coming!"
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