At that time, Mr. Nostradamus calmly pointed out the way for me: "Pain? Feeling incredible? That's right. The truth is always more hurtful than lies. Although it is forced, you at least see the truth of this country being weak and full of contradictions and suffering. In your heart, you must be trying to change everything from the bottom of your heart."

"So, for you, for me, for this country, for all the people who regard the Delmond family as their emperor, you must become stronger, at least from the weak now who is simple and weak, even sent to the front line by a word, becomes a belief that you can decide that your future strong people will change yourself 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 did not look at me, but looked at the desolate, vast, and without any crowds in the northwest plain: "In this way, I can become an imperial teacher, gain status and power, gain the authority to transform this society, you can become an emperor, and this devastated country, and our wishes can be achieved through this. As long as you become strong enough, I can assist you in becoming the supreme emperor."

At this moment, I seemed to hear the crying of the villagers who were burned down in the village, and I saw the tears in the hearts of the insensitive knights. I felt the darkness and suffering beings shrouded in this country and even the entire human civilization, all suffering. Class division, oppression and exploitation are originally part of civilization.

And the source of all this pain is in this world full of miracles, like a mortal without miracles, without power.

【belief】

After this, faith took root in my heart.

I began to pursue strength and pursue strength. I began to explore potential in my body that I had never discovered before. After arriving at the front line, I kept fighting with orcs and fighting with the army. I was bleeding day by day and injured again and again. My madness made the orcs frightened, and my strength made the friendly troops panic. One day, I would block thousands of troops alone, break the formation of the Orc Central Army and kill three orc generals on the Tataros Plateau. I became a legend, defeated all competitors, and made the ministers with mysterious thoughts bow down, and made the great nobles with different plans to abide by it. In this way, I sat on the throne of the "Emperor".

From then on, I made a vow that I would transform the world with my will and that was the power of my legend.

At this moment, in the golden cocoon of divine power, the awakened god unconsciously opened his eyes, revealing his golden and orange pupils like the sun.

The huge cocoon of divine power began to burn, illusory, but real, and endless divine power turned into flames floating in the atmosphere, and began to forge the body for the upcoming true god.

And at this moment.

‘I’ recalled the memories after becoming emperor.

It was even darker and more gloomy memory than the front line filled with blood and corpses.

That is the root of all darkness shrouded above civilization.

Wrapped under the appearance of peace and humility, the nobles' sinister political struggles and conspiracies; lurking under the surface of the harmony of the imperial capital, is the secret exploitation and oppression of major forces. But this is actually good. Local nobles randomly add tax items and fabricate laws at will. They demand the exercise of their first night power and recruit free people to become their own farmers; they annex the land, take the robbery, regard the law, glory, responsibility and human dignity as nothing.

The nobles, the strong and the great merchants are above them. They hold wealth and strength, so they can abuse civilians at will, and play ordinary people like beasts. What supports them in doing all this is the rights granted by imperial laws and the violence given by extraordinary forces.

The empire at that time was like a decadent mummy, fighting with orcs for years, hollowing out all the foundations that could maintain a calm situation. It morbidly allowed the strong men and nobles to possess too strong strength. The imperial power compromised them again and again, and the rights were delivered again and again, making these existences that should have been asylums become evil dragons that exploit blood and sweat. But is the imperial power much better? As the largest noble and the strongest violence, every month the entire country transported enough resources to launch a small battle to the imperial capital. Countless rare treasures and precious extraordinary resources were plundered and offered, just to meet the daily needs of the royal family.

But in the past, I thought this was justified because I was a child of the royal family, and my family protected the entire empire, so their dedication was justified.

vomit.

Just memories, I feel disgusted and want to vomit. These people who are unscrupulous in showing off their wealth, mines, and power have never thought about how many corpses there are behind them. Every time I take magic potion, I can't help but think about the hardships and blood and tears of how many people are condensed behind them. But at that time, even though I knew all this, I couldn't do it. I even had to smile and communicate with them, listen to their compliments and flatteries, endure the disgust, and let these damn human-shaped devils kiss my scepter.

As for why, the answer is simple.

These nobles nowadays are at most serfs who can be oppressed by slaughtering their own "property" in their own territory and oppressing them "naturally" the order that has been passed down for thousands of years, and they also need servants to serve them. So no matter how crazy everything is, there is still a certain degree. If they are killed at will, the foundation of the power of the entire empire may be turbulent, and the consequences may be that millions of people are displaced, or even tens of millions of people fall into disaster. Other local nobles in the empire who die in the rabbit and fox are sad and hurt their kind may set off a civil war to resist, causing this huge empire to be in turmoil in an instant.

The consequence of being arbitrary and willful may be that everything I fought on the battlefield was zeroed, and I paid countless blood and sweat, and even barely suppressed the orcs on the Tataros Plateau at the cost of my almost incurable secret injuries. Maybe they will take advantage of the situation to counterattack. When we are busy with civil war, we will occupy a large area of ​​high-quality pasture in the Northwest Plain again, restoring the vitality that has been lost in recent decades.

The building cannot collapse at least not now.

Orcs, nobles, underworlds, extraordinary people who do not have the power to resist, and civilians who have no power to resist, I once swear that I will change all this. This is my belief, supporting me to become a legend and become powerful. I tried my best to solve one of the problems, but I no longer had the extra power to eradicate other problems.

The secret injury has dragged me down.

Feeling the most blasphemous curse of the orc high priest, he was constantly consuming the few remaining lives he had. At that time, even I was in decadence.

"There is not enough time...can't it change all this?!"

"Even if you become an emperor, can't you become an emperor?!"

Can't me?!

Seeing my children growing up in the prosperous environment of the royal family, they gradually became what I and my father and brother in the past, but none of them could get me so enlightened... I sent my eldest son to the people, hoping that he could experience the suffering of the civilians, I sent my second son to the army, hoping that he could feel the harshness of the war, but they all disappointed me. The eldest son was bought by the nobles and became the most traditional nobles. The second son regarded revenge and strength as the only purpose, and did not care about the people's sorrow... Anger mixed with despair, burning my heart, making me decadent and irritable, and even giving up on myself. I once thought how good it would be to die like this.

But faith.

Only faith cannot be forgotten.

The belief in changing all this darkness supports me to live and survive. I sit on the throne coldly, waiting for the coming of death, and when facing this enemy, I try not to forget my original intention and become the kind of person I once hated the most.

Until that day comes.

During a small riot in the imperial capital, a familiar black-haired warrior easily solved the problem, and then gave me a pure divine crystal.

Power.

Below the sacrificial ground of the Ten Thousand Worlds, in the sealed hall, the surface of the golden cocoon of divine power began to peel off bit by bit. You can see that a human figure emitting endless light is gradually peeling out of the cocoon.

Everything comes from this.

Because of powerful power, extraordinary and powerful people will become the rulers and nobles of extraordinary civilizations. Whether they look at things, do things, or look at things in daily life, they are different from the "weak people" who have no extraordinary power. In essence, they are not the same race or the same life at all.

The identity of "emperor" is the same in some ways.

The pain, troubles and sorrow of civilians cannot be felt.

The hometown blocked by mountains leads to the outside but rugged roads; the narrow and dangerous living space between valleys and mountains; the northern provinces where the mountains are blocked with heavy snow every winter... All the suffering and torture that ordinary people can clearly feel, whether it is climate change, geographical location, or the trouble of returning to and from the cumbersome hometown areas, cannot be felt by the strong.

Because they can fly, they can open mountains, cut roads, they can change the weather, and control the weather. Even without such powerful power, they can easily ignore all this and they cannot experience the pain at all.

The strong will never experience the inconvenience of the weak... Therefore, extraordinary civilizations are extremely difficult to change. If they have no needs, they will naturally not think about making progress.

Unless someone appears.

A person who is sincere and willing to help the weak, protect the weak, and wants to make the weak stronger.

A person who represents "justice" and possesses "power".

At least, he hopes that the weak have the power to live with dignity for the rest of their lives.

"I want to thank you, Radcliffe."

In the cocoon of divine power, the light human figure whispered to himself: "You have given me the crystal of divinity, which has given me a further strength. Your existence shocked many nobles and attracted firepower, so that Teacher Nostradamus can also become a legend with peace of mind. Moreover, you also support my ideas and are better than the most beautiful dream I fantasized about. In just a few years, it has also become a legend."

Things that cannot be solved by one legend can be tried by two legends, while three legends will inevitably succeed.

There is no such thing in the world of Mycrov that can resist the joint efforts of three legends, even if it is the system that has been passed down for thousands of years and the resistance of countless nobles.

In the endless source, the thinking of countless people and the will of countless people are invading my will and washing away my beliefs, but these fragile things can no longer affect me. I recall more things. I remembered the Skynet system, the surveillance throne, the sins burned by me with my own hands, the nobles who ended, and the "strong people" that I suppressed by me with their methods of oppressing others.

I recalled the Academic of the Superman established by Mr. Nostradamus, I recalled the increasing number of civilians and extraordinary people in the empire, I recalled the scolding of my queen, saying that I was destroying the foundation of my throne and notice, I recall the fear of the nobles uniting together, shouting "The Emperor is crazy," and saying that I was working as a gravedigger for myself.

They don’t understand anything, and I don’t blame them for not understanding anything, because they think they are ‘strong’ and are also ‘weak’ in front of me.

"I know."

In this world dominated by the strong, in the history of the strong writing stories, the weak always have no role.

They are suffering that will not be recorded in the book, the number of deaths that will not be clearly stated, they are heavy taxes that will never be described in adventure stories, the poor people that the knights and adventurers who go to the ruins and forests, and the seemingly daily vast fields, behind the simple meals twice a day, or even once a day.

They are always forgotten and ignored. They support the backbone of the world, but do not receive any due respect.

But I.

god.

‘Isrel’ will not be forgotten or ignored.

This human power and belief came from the villagers of the frontier forty-three years ago and the weak cried in despair.

[The history of the necessary civilization that the weak does not exist is the process of the strong constantly defeating the weak!]

A grand voice came, and the beliefs from civilizations from other worlds came across time and space. It was a real alien race that was completely different from human beings from the foundation of its birth, both in the process of civilization development and social form. They had grand voices and firm beliefs.

Wrong, big mistake!

There is indeed no need for the weak to exist. The purpose of dividing the strong and the weak is to make the weak work hard to become the strong, and the strong can also recall that they were once weak and the purpose of dividing the strong and the weak is to make all the weak become the strong and then start the next cycle!

Civilization is the process of the weak becoming the strong!

Civilization is the process of gaining power by justice!

The history of civilization is the process of the weak constantly growing and progressing, gaining faith, firming goals, overcoming all difficulties step by step, and then becoming a powerful person and carrying everything!

In the light cocoon, behind the human figure with divine power, runes like the sun gathered, and the brilliant divine light began to spread, causing the entire hall to be filled with gentle but powerful divine power.

Isrell completely woke up from Dayuan's dream. He opened his eyes and stared at the world he had been separated from for many years.

[Would you rather have a genital lord, prince, general, and minister?]

Even so, kings, princes, generals and ministers really have a kind of life in this world with extraordinary power and blood inheritance.

He is this product himself

If an ordinary person wants to become a strong man, he needs to work ten times, hundred times, ten thousand times, ten thousand times, than a strong man like him, but don’t he work hard? He has suffered since childhood and has received training, and is more scientific than an ordinary person and has worked ten thousand times, and he doesn’t even need to care about life, he just needs to care about becoming stronger!

But can the strong be like shepherding sheeping sheep to strengthen themselves?

But, can the strong ones have to suppress everyone, maintain their own strength, and maintain their own rule?

This is wrong.

If the strong cannot appear after the strong, if the strong become a shepherd who can only control the weak people. If the strong fall, they do not pursue the strongest, but only pursue those weak people who can manage themselves well, and become despicable people who "make others weaker in order to become stronger."

Then an extraordinary civilization will come to an end.

Because among them, a stronger existence will not be born, and this civilization will become weaker and more humble, and will eventually disappear silently in the rotation of time, or encounter powerful existences in other worlds, and perish in a wail.

"Everyone must be able to become stronger."

“Everyone must have a chance.”

Therefore, everyone can do it.

The cocoon of divine power was broken, and endless light overflowed from the sun-like divine symbol, warm, powerful, so bright and eye-catching.
To be continued...