Soul of Burning Steel

There is no need for the weak to exist.

The history of civilization is the process of the strong constantly defeating the weak.

Illuminated by the ancient tawny star, there is a dark red star, which has a dim daylight, an icy atmosphere, and a rugged and weird terrain. According to the common sense of ordinary life, this iron-rich land and atmosphere should not have bred any life. It is so barren and boring that even if there are spaceships from other advanced civilizations passing by, I am afraid that they will not bother to explore it once.

However, it was in this almost cruel world of death that something miraculous happened. In the high-heat hot springs in the Shengu Basin, the initial germination of life was born along with the vigorous magic movement, and gradually enveloped the world due to geological movements. The "deep magic layer" of the original life spread to the whole world. After tens of millions of years of intense evolution, a race as tough as iron was born among the countless generations of descendants of the original life.

They were born between mountain caves and lived in winding deep caves. The shape of this race is similar to that of snails, but their bodies are stronger than rocks, and the carapace they carry is comparable to steel. It is a burden, but it guarantees the safety of the group. For this, they proudly named themselves Amos (Amos), which means 'burden bearer' in the ancient language.

With the rotation of time, their groups prospered and their civilization became more and more prosperous. From the ancient Paleolithic Age to the era of magic energy industry where the supernatural power prospered, the Amos gradually occupied the whole world, and they became extinct. They defeated the Titan monitor lizard, which is also an intelligent life, and defeated the prehistoric beast herd that once inhabited the land together. They expelled the giant scorpion, and drove many metal beasts that would destroy their mountain cities into the ecological protection circle. Amos Man has successfully changed the entire world and his own civilization, making the entire planet the territory of the Amos.

However, there is one thing that the Amos cannot change.

That is the burden that rests on the shoulders of all intelligent beings.

Weak.

Weak original sin.

It was Paleolithic, born deformed newborn hatchlings thrown into lava pools.

It was the Neolithic Age, an ancient people who were driven out of their homeland because their tools were not advanced enough.

It was the era of the primitive tribes. They did not master elemental magic, so they were wiped out of the backward tribes of the whole family.

They are ever-changing, and there are many of them. They are children whose carapace is not hard enough, who are despised and discriminated against, and cry in a corner because of bullying; Hard labor; they are "untouchables" who were born poor, have no resources to learn, have no chance to change their destiny, have no future at all, are forgotten in a corner by society, and are "unworthy of paying" taxes.

They are weak.

Various reasons, various causes and effects, since the birth of life in this world, there is an innate distinction between strong and weak, big cells eat small cells, strong carapaces smash into fragile carapaces, and can be enslaved by tools. Bullying that uses tools and magic does not work magic.

The nobles squeezed the slaves and farmers, used the resources of the entire territory to support themselves and the next generation, and then let the next generation who are the same as themselves, or even stronger, continue to squeeze the next generation of slaves and farmers. Kings rule the country, and the royal family gathers the power of the kingdom to cultivate strong Those who maintain the rule for thousands of years, the order of reincarnation from generation to generation is like a solid hammer, beating the whole world, shaping morality, logic and belief into completely different appearances.

The strong oppress the weak, the strong defeat the weak, the weak are unwilling, and the weak are angry, but so what? Shall tears tear down the castle of nobles, Shall roars shatter the palaces of kings? Under the power gap between individuals of extraordinary civilizations that cannot be measured by reason, the order is like this. For countless years, the strong rely on the flesh and blood of the weak to maintain their rule and have enough time and resources to deduce the extraordinary power. Another realm.

Because of this, civilization will progress.

【Weakness is a crime】

A king sits on the peak of the mountain country that he rules, and he looks down on his huge empire, and his powerful magic power sweeps across the whole country—he is the first person in the history of Amos civilization whose extraordinary power is so powerful , He is an unprecedented genius, the masterpiece of the highest bloodline inheritance, and the first person who can feel the pain of all the weak through extraordinary power, and understand this sadness with empathy.

【The weak bear the original sin】

Civilization has stagnated, and the too primitive method of resource accumulation is no longer enough to bring Amos extraordinary people to the next level, because the Amos at the bottom have been squeezed and tortured for countless years, and they are almost the same as the Amos at the top. There are two races, the race called "low Amos" has almost no magical talent, thin body, fragile carapace, unable to endure high temperature and high pressure, unable to dig magic crystals in deep mining areas for a long time, supplying "high Amos" People's cultivation, while Gao Amos has a strong physique, and his carapace is composed of blood alloy inherited from the family. The powerful magic power is enough to transform the terrain. They can swim in volcanoes and swim in lava, but they never give birth. Pursue strong.

【Everything is the fault of the weak】

It is all because the weak are too weak to meet the growing needs of the strong, which leads to the stagnation of civilization. The weak have become a cancer on the Amos civilization at this time, and they are the fundamental reason why civilization cannot progress. At the dawn of this new era, the mere existence of the weak and low Amos is a waste of resources. Value or even negative points, these painful survivals, struggles to continue life, and even the will to live are completely wrong.

【There is no need for the weak to exist】

The king feels the suffering of the weak, the king feels the weakness of the weak, the king feels their hardships, their pain, they struggle to live but do not know what the meaning of tomorrow is, their painful existence does not know where the future is—— They didn't even understand the words "tomorrow" and "future" at all, and they couldn't even understand that they were of the same race as the nobles.

But unlike other High Amos nobles who saw the Low Amos as tools, as slaves, as numbers, the king who was born strong pitied them, condescended to face them face to face, and promised the weak that they could Make a wish.

But in the face of the generous king, the weak being questioned, the low-Amos man who did not leave his name, in a numb, fanatical, painful, and humble tone, he spoke to the high-ranking king with pity on his face , said incomparably relieved.

"Let me die."

And so the weak died.

This is the redemption that Low Amos prayed for.

That's how it is—they suffered so much. That's right - they don't want life at all.

From that day on, the king realized the truth, and because of this, a great emperor was born here.

[That's right—since, the weak will suffer. 】

Then let the weak kill them gently before they gain consciousness, know their own weakness, grow up in reality, and experience endless pain. Before the embryo turns into life, before life has wisdom, before wisdom forms self-awareness, erase all these.

The darkness and suffering in the future will be thousands of times what it is today. Facing the void, facing other civilizations, and facing the World Eaters who wiped out the world, how sad is the pain of the weak under the reluctance of these existences——so Throw it away, throw everything away, responsibility, glory and suffering, as well as the right to live and the future, and give everything to the strong——

Leave only the geniuses, leave only the strong, erase all cancers called weak, let the strong provide for themselves, let the strong grow by themselves, let the strong abandon all cumbersome support systems, and become their own civilization. , our civilization will surely prosper.

Moreover, there is no need to build any achievements, any brilliance on the 'pain of the weak'. Our civilization is pure, noble, brilliant and complete.

Because all the sins and all the pains have already ended at the beginning of birth.

"We cut off our weaknesses, we change our bodies, we swallow poison, we transform our minds, we spurn gods and beliefs, we pick up our popes and burn them to death on iron cones, we detonate magic energy on our own planets The fission bomb is just to make it impossible for all weak existences to survive."

"We are the Amos - the chosen burden bearers - we bear the carapace, we bear the hills, we bear the mountains, we bear the planets, our great emperor marches on his back the stars, we laugh and eat the flesh of the weak, Take over from them, all the glory and responsibility, we will fight to the last moment in this dark multiverse, and remove all the sorrow and pain belonging to the weak from all the stars!"

The distorted will turned into a huge cluster, and the dark beliefs came across the galaxy.

No one felt this terrifying wave, and no one could know that this wave only existed at the source of information and only spread in the 'flame'.

indeed. Humans cannot perceive it.

This vibration between the flames of civilization, the vibration of pure 'spirit', perhaps only the collective will representing 'civilization itself' can perceive a little bit, and perceive the information that travels through the endless darkness.

However, man cannot, but God can.

——Lost Galaxy, Mycroft Star Field, behind the huge Galaxy Star Gate, inside the Ten Thousand Worlds Sacrifice Field, buried in the underground laboratory, the golden cocoon of divine power trembled and oscillated angrily.

Sleeping in the 'initial fire', the god sleeping in the 'infinite source', opened his eyes when the dark night was illuminated by the light from the rift in time and space.

It's nighttime—the "god" of justice and power wakes up.

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There will be one or two updates later, I wrote more than 10,000 words today, and I could post it in the morning, but after thinking about it, it is better to post it after reviewing the manuscript.