At night, ‘I’ woke up. Novels.

At the beginning of sublimation, consciousness is misty, immersed and in the great source, you can only feel endless light and heat impacting the soul, as if all the prayers and curses in the world are poured into your mind.

Such days lasted for unknown lengths, and in the muddy chaos, in the countless divine howlings that tear the consciousness, "I" gradually recovered my name bit by bit.

I am the emperor, I am the lord of the Hergamos Empire, I am the leader of the Delmond family, I am the monarch who exterminates orcs, suppresses all darkness, I have killed the enemy on the battlefield, and I am one of the most powerful legends in this world.

I am Isreel Delmond, I am the heir to the God of Justice and Power, the original "He who ascends to God with a human body" in the Star Descendary.

【I am a strong man】

All the information gradually became clear in memory, immersed in the endless impact of information, I regained my own cognition, and the body of "Isrell" gradually regained my self, but because of this, more heavy and obscure questions followed one by one than "Who am I?"

I am the successor of the God of Justice and Power, the God of Protecting the Way of Civilization, and I am the creator, defender and improver of order. These are my identity and the most important step in my self-awareness.

so.

What is justice?

What is power?

And what exactly is the civilization of order?

When the problem arose in my mind, endless confusion arises.

What is justice? Is there a consensus among the majority?

What is power? Is the strong oppression of the weak?

What is the civilization of order? It is the power to eliminate the weak, it is the majority to suppress the minority, it is the truth to overcome ignorance?

For a moment, I was speechless and could not answer. Things that were too erratic could not be answered at all. The more I thought about these aspects, the more I felt the consciousness was dissipated and the spirit was dazed. The soul named "Isrell" wandered in the infinite flames and gradually submerged in the eternal light.

If it were an ordinary person, it would definitely be like this, gradually being assimilated by the warm flames, quietly sinking into the ocean of flames, becoming part of the eternal and infinite source.

But the walls called memory, belief and will block the assimilation of flames, and the light that forms the core of "I" belief shines, awakening the tranced soul.

Wake up, Isreel. You have already got the answers to these questions and believe them firmly.

Recall it.

So, ‘I’ recalled the past, and the scenes of the long past came to my mind, making me feel like I was back to the age of innocence and simplicity more than 40 years ago, when I was innocent and simple, and I had no idea of ​​the sufferings in the world.

That was the year when the star fell in the end of 799.

At that time, I was still young, my father and brother were there, my mother and queen were gentle and kind, ministers were polite, and the communication between nobles was elegant and proper. The residents of the imperial capital lived and worked in peace and prosperity, lived a prosperous life, and were completely unaware of the suffering.

At that time, I firmly believed in justice and justice, glory and code, I firmly believed that the army was the iron fist to protect the people, and the nobles were the strong shield to protect the civilians, I firmly believed that sacrifice would be rewarded, and efforts would be rewarded. A powerful knight protected the weak people and led civilization to expand its territory in the black forest. I firmly believed in all this, just like I firmly believed in the truth, and I regarded it as life, even higher than life.

At that time, I was so proud and glorious for being born into the royal family. I think I am the guardian of all people, and this is my natural mission.

But I was wrong.

At that time, I was so innocent and simple, and my beliefs were so weak and ridiculous. As a prince, I was born in the deep palace and raised by a woman. My father was the emperor of the empire, the lord of the great power of Wancheng, and my mother was the nobles of the frontier. I controlled the lifeline of the border. My brother was the crown prince of the empire and was deeply trusted by the ministers. I must be a wise king of the generation.

In such a garden and such a greenhouse, my future is naturally full of light, glory and praise. They educated me into the most noble knight of morality, and made me not aware of the sufferings of the people, and did not know that farmers were sad about those things that I needed to know. As the second son of the imperial royal family, I only need to become a strong man, guarding my brothers, protecting the glory of blood in the future, inheriting the family's surname, and making the name of Delmond shine like a flawless diamond.

I thought this was my future.

All wrong.

Everything originated from the afternoon of the late 799th year of Star Falling. In the declining year, the imperial capital played elegies, all flags fell, and the palace of Morley Palace was filled with a layer of bloody shadows. The biggest disaster in the inheritance of the Helgamos Empire in more than 700 years has arrived. The orcs gathered all the elites and strong men, raided the Thomas Grand Canyon Fortress on the border of the empire. The imperial emperor who patrolled here died on the spot, and the imperial prince, who was in charge of the fortress behind, was also assassinated by the "orc strong men".

In the palace, the shadows rose and fell. The eldest princess locked the door of the room for three days due to sadness. When it opened again, it turned into a corpse. The queen lost her husband, her eldest son and her daughter in less than half a week. She became crazy and forced to send her to the deep palace. She almost instantly lost her "second son" who had her parents, brothers and elder sister. She was forced to take over the banner of "revenge" and was sent to the front line by the "grace" ministers and nobles, and faced the enemy head-on with the orc royal army that was carrying the great victory.

The strong and the weak, the strong and the weak, the justice and the evil... Everything was reversed in an instant. When I was riding a war horse in confusion and took a small team of knights to leave the imperial capital city, what greeted me was the orc iron hooves that were about to travel across the northwest plain, the "green blood disaster" that had poured down from the Tataros Plateau.

At that time, I did not understand the conspiracy. My heart was filled with the anger of justice and was filled with sparks of revenge. I firmly believe that this battle will be won. The empire will be united in one's heart and will be able to drive away foreign enemies and promote national prestige. I can also avenge my parents and brothers and comfort their spirits in heaven.

Until reality shatters the fantasy.

The burning anger was completely extinguished by the frosty ice water.

I was riding with the knights on the road leading to the front line and saw a village.

The village burned to charcoal and not even left in the ruins, the simple-dressed villagers heard the footsteps of the knights and fled in scattered like frightened birds. Their fear was humble and ridiculous. The knights beside me laughed rudely, but after a slight doubt in my heart, I suddenly fell into an ice cave.

This is within the empire, far away from the front line; this is the hinterland of the empire, without orcs; this is within the empire's territory, without enemies. If this is the case, why would the villages of the empire be burned and the people of the empire have been displaced?!

I roared angrily and wanted to ask the villagers forward, but when the villagers saw me coming, they knelt down in despair and closed their eyes, as if they were not coming to protect their knights, but demons that brought death and fear. Some people even stretched their necks, as if they were to make it easier for me to draw their swords.

"No, what I want to ask is why, why you..."

The knights held me back, these numb and sarcastic smiles on their faces, but they could never really laugh. The knights with an expression that was even worse than crying blocked my actions to ask the villagers. They pulled me away from the burned village.

"It should be the defeated soldiers. Your Highness, don't worry too much, we still have to hurry."

"Yes, for so many years, these villagers who still live around the border should have been used to it... It's worth it if you don't move away."

"Oh, our ending may not be better than these villagers. They can at least eat some bark. When they arrive at the front line, I'm afraid we will be eaten by orcs as snacks."

"Let's go, let's go, alas, these young masters who don't know the sufferings of the people have been so many years, what's strange about..."

The knights were filled with complaints, explanations and helpless self-deprecation. An older knight stopped the small riot. He said to me calmly: "Your Highness, such a village is around the border, and there are eight hundred or so, and we cannot sympathize with you. We must arrive at the Fortress of Clay before the winter begins, otherwise..."

At that time, I did not listen carefully to the subsequent explanations of the knights.

I just saw the desperate villager who closed his eyes, after seeing us leaving, as the demon who brought death in his heart, the villager who took the initiative to stretch his neck, actually burst into tears. His cry seemed to be asking why he did not even give them the ease of death to escape from everything, why he still wanted to let them live after depriving them of everything, so miserable and desperate, living without any hope.

I was well educated, and my father always told me that the people were the cornerstone of the empire.

They paid taxes, served, and paid everything for the country. The imperial army confronted the orcs on the front line. Every little food and every little resource consumed was the hard work of countless citizens and their blood and sweat. This was what they got. It was the thousands of villages and towns that all the residents, farmers and hunters who selflessly gave everything for the empire, which allowed the soldiers on the front line to block the orcs' attacks and invasions again and again for hundreds of years.

However, such citizens are being plundered and bullied by their own people. The citizens who work hard and give everything are burned, killed and looted by the defeated army because they are weak and have no strength, and become the object of their fear and failure and depression. It sounds like they suffer more than once, time and time, in the hands of their own people.

I can see that in addition to fear, those villagers also have unforgettable hatred for them, they hate the empire, soldiers, invading orcs, and everything, including this world.

This shouldn't be the case.

The relationship between the strong and the weak, the protection and dedication of glory should not be like this.

"Isrel, this is the truth of the empire."

Teacher Nostradamus was also in this knight squad. The middle-aged mage rode a horse and stood with me. He said calmly: "The years of war have caused the weak to be exploited and exploited by endlessly. The front-line soldiers were also seriously injured, and the service standards have been reduced again and again. From innocent children to the current gangsters, they can wear armor. Once the poor people cannot meet their needs, it is not surprising that they will be destroyed."

"But even so, the nobles in the rear are still singing and dancing to peace, holding dinners for one inexplicable reason after another, and a meal can eat enough wealth for the frontline soldiers to support for a month. The ruthless royal family can even teach you a simple prince like this, which is really a joke."

The spicy words stinged my heart. At that time, I was extremely angry, but not because of being sarcastic... Nostradamus is my teacher. He has been teaching me since he was a child, but before today, he had never told me this or told me the truth about the empire, which made me feel deeply betrayal.

But the teacher sneered at my naivety for not saying it before, but he couldn't say it, nor did he want to say it. He was just a prince's teacher, just an ordinary master of extreme spirit. Above him, there were other royal masters and other powerful men of extreme spirit. He had no rights and power, and his life experience was even more ordinary people among ordinary people. He didn't even have a surname. He was just relying on his own efforts to get to where he is now step by step.

So of course he knew that he had no meaning to tell a living prince that these things were meaningless and would even put himself in disaster... Unless this confused little guy grew up, he had consciousness and belief, wanted to control his own destiny and become...
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