Soul of Burning Steel

At that time, Mr. Nostradamus calmly pointed out the way for me: "Painful? Feeling unbelievable? That's right. The truth always hurts more than lies. Although it was forced, you at least saw that this country is weak. The truth is full of contradictions and sufferings, and in your heart now, you must want to change all this from the bottom of your heart."

"So, for you, for me, for this country, for all the people who enshrine the Diamond family as emperor, you must become stronger, at least, from this simple and weak person who was even sent to the front line with a word Weak people become strong people who have their own beliefs and can decide their own future—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 didn't look at me, but at the barren, vast, uninhabited northwest plain: "In this way, I can become an imperial teacher, gain status and power, and get the opportunity to transform this society." Authority, you can become the emperor and get this devastated country, and our wishes can all be fulfilled—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 burned down the village, I saw the tears in the hearts of the insensitive knights, and I felt the darkness and misery that enveloped this country, and even the entire human civilization—all beings suffer, class divisions, Oppression and exploitation are inherently part of civilization.

And the source of all this pain is that in this world full of miracles, like a mortal without miracles, he has no power.

【belief】

Since then, faith has taken root in my heart.

I began to pursue strength and strength, and I began to tap the 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 also feel fear, my strength makes my allies feel flustered - one day, I will stand alone against thousands of troops, destroy the orc central army on the Tartaros Plateau, and kill three orc generals - I will become a legend, defeat Overwhelmed all the competitors, made the ministers with secretive minds bow their heads, made the big nobles with other plans acquiesce, and thus sat on the throne of the "Emperor".

Since then, I have made an oath that I will change this world with my own will—and that is also 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 blazingly, illusory but real, the endless divine power turned into flames floating endlessly in the atmosphere, and began to forge the body of the soon-to-be-born true god.

And at this moment.

'I' recalled the memory after becoming the emperor again.

It was an even darker, more somber memory than the bloody and corpse-filled front.

That is the root of all darkness that hangs over civilization.

Wrapped under the peaceful and humble appearance, the nobles' sinister political struggles and conspiracies; lurking under the harmonious surface of the imperial capital, is the secret exploitation and oppression of the major forces. But this is already considered good. The local nobles add tax items at will, fabricate laws at will, they demand to exercise the right of the first night, and recruit free people to become their own farmers at will; Human dignity is nothing.

The nobles, the strong and the big businessmen are high above them. They hold wealth and power, so they can abuse civilians at will and treat ordinary people like animals. What supports them in doing all this is the rights given to them by the imperial law and the extraordinary power. their violence.

The empire at that time was like a rotten mummy. The perennial war with the orcs had hollowed out all the foundations that could maintain a peaceful situation. Compromises to them time and time again, and the rights handed over again and again, turned these existences that were supposed to be patrons into evil dragons that exploited blood and sweat—but where is the imperial power? As the largest noble and the most violent, the entire country transports enough resources to start a small battle to the imperial capital every month. Countless rare treasures and precious extraordinary resources are looted and offered, just to satisfy the royal family. A family's daily needs.

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

vomit.

Just remembering, I feel sick and want to vomit. These people who brazenly show off their wealth, show off their mines, and show off their strength have never thought about how many bones are behind them. Every time I take a magic potion, I can't help but think about it. How many people's hardships and blood and tears were condensed behind this-but at that time, even though I knew all this, I couldn't do it, and even smiled and communicated with them, listened to their compliments and flattery, and endured nausea, letting these The bloody human devil kisses my scepter.

As for why, the answer is simple.

The current nobles are at most killing their own "property" in their own territory, and oppressing serfs who are "natural" to oppress them. This is an order that has been passed down for thousands of years. , There is also a limit—but if they are killed at will, the power foundation of the entire empire will be turbulent, and the consequences may be that millions of people will be displaced, or even tens of millions of people will fall into disaster, and other rabbits and foxes in the empire will suffer. The local aristocrats might start a civil war in order to resist, making this huge empire precarious in an instant.

The consequence of being willful and willful may be that everything I fought on the battlefield was reduced to zero, and I had to pay countless blood and sweat, even at the cost of suffering almost incurable hidden injuries, to barely suppress the people on the Tartaros Plateau. Maybe the orcs will take advantage of the situation to counterattack. When we are busy with the civil war, we will regain a large piece of high-quality pasture in the Northwest Plain, and restore the vitality that has been lost in the past ten years.

Buildings cannot fall—at least not yet.

orc. noble. underworld. A transcendent who acts recklessly, and a commoner who has no resistance. 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, to become strong-I tried my best to solve one of the problems, But I have no extra strength to eradicate other problems.

The dark wound dragged me down.

Feeling the most blasphemous and evil curse of the high priest of the orcs, wasting away the few remaining lives I had, even I fell into decadence at that time.

"Time is running out...can't this change?!"

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

Me, can't I? !

Watching my children also grow up in the noble environment of the royal family, they gradually became what my father and brother were like in the past, but none of them, none of them, could get such a realization from me... I sent my eldest son to the people, hoping that he would I can understand the sufferings of civilians. 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 bought by the nobles and became the most traditional nobleman. The second son regards revenge and power For the sole purpose, I don't care about the mourning of the people at all... Anger is mixed with despair, burning my heart, making me decadent and irritable, and 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 of changing everything in this darkness supports me to live, lingering, I sit on the throne indifferently, waiting for the coming of death, and when facing this enemy, I try not to let myself forget my original intention and become the most hated man I have ever been. the kind of person.

Until that day comes.

A small riot in the imperial capital, a familiar black-haired warrior, he easily solved the problem, and then gave me a pure crystal of divinity.

— Strength.

Below the Ten Thousand Worlds Sacrificial Field, in the sealed hall, the surface of the golden cocoon of divine power began to peel off bit by bit, and it could be seen that a human figure emitting infinite light was gradually peeling off from the cocoon.

——Everything comes from this.

Because of the powerful power, the extraordinary and strong will become the rulers and nobles that extraordinary civilizations should take for granted. Whether they look at things, do things, or live in daily life, they look at things from different angles than civilians without extraordinary powers and "weak people" who have nothing. In essence, they are not the same race and life at all.

And the identity of 'emperor' is the same from a certain point of view.

The pain, troubles and sorrows of civilians are beyond their reach.

The hometown blocked by mountains, the rough road leading to the outside world; the narrow and dangerous living space between the valley and the mountains; the inconvenient transportation in the north, and the province where the mountains are blocked by heavy snow every winter...Everything can be clearly felt by ordinary people Whether it is climate change, geographical location, or the trouble of returning to and from the tedious home area, the strong will not feel it.

Because they can fly, they can open mountains, they can split roads, they can change the weather, they can control the weather, even if they don't have such a powerful force, they can easily ignore all of these - they don't feel pain at all.

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

Unless such a person appears.

A person who is sincere, willing to help the weak, shelter the weak, and want 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 a lifetime with dignity.

"I want to thank you, Sir Radcliffe."

In the cocoon of divine power, the radiant human figure whispered to himself: "You gave me the crystallization of divinity, which gave me further power. Your existence shocked many nobles, attracted firepower, and made Mr. Nostradamus You can also become a legend with peace of mind, and you also support my idea, and it is better than my best dream, and in just a few years, you have also become a legend."

Things that cannot be solved by one legend can be tried by two legends, and success by three legends.

There is nothing in the world of Mycroft that can resist the alliance of the 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 thoughts and wills of countless people are invading my will and washing my beliefs, but these fragile things can no longer affect me-I recall more things, I thought of the Skynet system, the surveillance throne, the sins I burned, the aristocrats I killed, and the 'powerful' I oppressed the way they oppressed others.

I recalled the Academy of Transcendents established by Teacher Nostradamus, I recalled the increasing number of civilian Transcendents in the empire, I recalled being scolded by my queen, saying that I was destroying myself The foundation of the throne and rule, I recall the terrified banding of the nobles, chanting 'the emperor is mad', saying I was making myself a gravedigger.

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 to play.

They are the sufferings that will not be recorded in the book, the numbers that will not be named in the death toll, they are the heavy taxes that are never described in the adventure stories, they are invisible to the knights and adventurers who go to the ruins and the forest to take risks Behind the seemingly beautiful vast fields, the poor in China eat simple meals twice a day, or even once.

They are always forgotten, always ignored, they support the backbone of the world, but they don't get any due respect.

but I.

god.

'Israel', will not be forgotten, ignored.

The strength and faith of this human being came from the desperate cries of those frontier villagers and the weak 43 years ago.

[The weak do not need to exist - the history of civilization is the process of the strong constantly defeating the weak! 】

The grand voice came from another world, and the belief from the civilization of the other world came across time and space. It was a real alien race that was completely different from human beings from the foundation of its birth, no matter the process of civilization development or social form. Their voices are loud and their convictions strong.

Wrong, big mistake!

There is indeed no need for the weak to exist—because the purpose of dividing the strong and the weak is to enable the weak to strive to become strong, so that the strong can also recall that they were once weak, and the purpose of dividing the strong and weak is to make everyone The weak become the strong, and the next cycle begins!

Civilization is the process by which the weak become the strong!

Civilization is the process of justice gaining power!

The history of civilization is the process of the weak growing and progressing, gaining faith, firm goals, overcoming all difficulties step by step, and then becoming strong and shouldering everything!

——In the light cocoon, runes like the sun gathered behind the figure of divine power, and the brilliant divine light began to spread, filling the entire hall with gentle but powerful divine power.

Israel, completely awakened from Dayuan's dream, opened his eyes, and once again stared at the world he had been parting from for so many years.

[Princes and generals, would you rather have a kind? 】

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

He himself is a product of this

Ordinary people need to work ten times, hundreds, and thousands of times harder than a strong man like him if they want to become a strong man, but doesn't he work hard? He has suffered a lot since childhood, and the training he has received is ten times more scientific and ten times harder than ordinary people. He doesn't even need to care about life, he only needs to care about becoming stronger!

But, can it be said that the strong can only rely on strength to shear sheep to grow themselves like shepherding sheep?

However, does it mean that the strong must suppress everyone, maintain their own strength, and maintain their own rule?

——This is wrong.

If after the strong, there cannot be a stronger one, if the strong become a shepherd who can only control the weak—if the strong degenerates and does not pursue the strongest, but only pursues those weak people who can manage themselves well, He has become 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, stronger existences will not be able to be born, and this civilization will become weaker and humbler, and finally disappear silently in the rotation of time, or encounter powerful existences from other worlds, and perish in wailing .

"Everyone must be able to become stronger."

"There has to be opportunity for all."

Therefore, princes, generals and ministers are all available to everyone.

The cocoon of divine power was broken, and endless light overflowed from the sun-like holy emblem of the gods, warm, powerful, so bright and eye-catching.

Israel clenched his fists, and the human form made of radiance gradually condensed into the form of a man. His Majesty the former Emperor, and now the newly born God of Justice and Power looked up at the surface. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the void. , seeing the star gate that is gradually opening.

Justice... justice is power, justice is power!

My strength comes from belief and is born for all living beings!

【Civilization is the process by which the strong overcome the weak——civilization is the process by which the weak become strong】

The diametrically opposite voice came from the other side of the galaxy stargate. It was the voice of God, the divine nature of the priesthood, the 'voice of the enemy' bursting out from the depths of the multiverse.

"That is my god enemy, the enemy of order."

God said so to himself, but Israel was not flustered by this, on the contrary, He even showed a smile.

Because besides that, He also heard the familiar, kind voice that belonged to a friend.

"Come on, Israel!"

A man's grand and deep voice, as if he was also laughing, crossed the void and the galaxy, and directly passed into his heart: "Come on, fight with me!"

Haha, the image of a man made 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 that covers the whole body is engraved with a simple holy emblem of the sun, and the crimson cloak is behind it, fluttering due to the turbulent wind, making a hunting sound. It is smeared with blood, the blood of countless victims, prompting The belief that God swore to fulfill forever.

The golden divine light was condensed, piercing a straight channel directly to the surface above the god's head, Israel jumped up, and in the process of going to the void, he felt countless gazes—the god's, powerful , weak, admiring, and surprised——he felt the eyes of his teacher, the old sorcerer who had fulfilled his wish and was almost about to fulfill his former ideal was watching him with gratified and emotional eyes. At this time, a path was opened, and they gave up this opportunity with them.

Without hesitation, the god turned into a golden-orange divine light like the sun, and flew towards the star gate that was gradually opening and expanding. The divine light was vast and bright, as if it wanted to illuminate the entire dark world. Galaxy.

"I am coming!"

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