There is no need for the weak to exist.

The history of civilization is the process in which the strong constantly defeat the weak.

Illuminated by an ancient tawny star, there is a dark red star, which has dim daylight, an icy atmosphere, and a strange terrain that is rugged and changeable. According to the common sense of ordinary life, this iron-rich land and atmosphere should not have given birth to any life, it is so barren and boring that even if there are other advanced civilization ships passing by, I am afraid I don't bother to explore it once.

However, it was in this almost cruel realm of death that something like a miracle was born, in the hot hot springs of the deep valley basin, the initial sprout of life was born with vigorous magic movements, and with the 'deep magic layer' that gradually enveloped the world due to geological movements, primitive life spread to the whole world, and under the drastic evolution of tens of millions of years, among the countless generations of descendants of primitive life, a race as tough as iron was born.

Born in the caves of the mountains, they live in deep caves that snake like snails, but their bodies are stronger than rocks, and their carapaces are comparable to steel, and this heavy shell is a burden, but it keeps the herd safe. They proudly named themselves Amos, which in the ancient language means 'burden-bearers'.

With the turn of time, their group prospered and grew, and their civilization became more and more prosperous, starting from the ancient Paleolithic Age, until the age of the magic energy industry where the transcendent way flourished, the Amos gradually occupied the entire world, they exterminated the Titan monitor lizard, which was also an intelligent life, defeated the flood beasts that once inhabited the earth, they expelled the mountain beetles, and drove many metal beasts that would destroy their mountain cities into the ecological protection circle, the Amos successfully changed the whole world and changed their civilization, Let the entire planet become the territory of the Amos.

But there is one thing that the Amos could not change.

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

Weak.

The original sin of weakness.

It was Paleolithic, thrown into a pool of lava, born deformed newborn juveniles.

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

It was the era of the primitive big tribes, and they did not master the elemental magic, so they were the backward tribes that were wiped out by the whole clan.

They are ever-changing, they are numerous, they are children whose carapaces are not hard enough, who are despised and discriminated against, who are cowered in the corner and cry because of bullying; They are unable to learn magic with all their might, and are eliminated by society, so they can only do the most primitive manual labor; They are the 'untouchables' who are born poor, have no resources to learn, have no opportunity to change their fate, have no future to speak of, are forgotten in the corner by society, and are not even 'worthy' with taxes.

They are weakling.

All kinds of causes, all kinds of 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, carapace is strong and smashes carapace fragile, those who can use tools to enslave will not use tools, and those who use magic can not use magic.

The nobles squeezed the slaves and farmers, supported themselves and the next generation with the resources of the entire territory, and then let the next generation, like themselves, or even stronger, continue to squeeze the next generation of slaves and farmers, the kings ruled the country, and the royal family gathered the power of the kingdom to cultivate the strong, and the rule continued to thousands of years later, and the order of reincarnation from generation to generation was like a solid hammer, beating the whole world, shaping morality, logic and belief into a completely different appearance.

The strong oppress the weak, the strong defeat the weak, the weak are unwilling, the weak are angry, but what can this be? How can tears tear down the castle of a nobleman, or howl can shatter the palace of a king? Under the power gap between the individuals of the transcendent civilization and the individuals that cannot be measured by reason, order is like this, the strong have relied on the flesh and blood of the weak for countless years to maintain their rule, and only then can they have enough time and resources to deduce one realm after another of extraordinary powers.

Because of this, civilization progresses.

"Weakness is a sin"

A king sits at the pinnacle of the mountain kingdom he rules, he looks down on his vast empire, and his powerful magic sweeps across the entire kingdom - he is the first person in the history of the Amos civilization to be so powerful, he is an unprecedented genius, the highest masterpiece of bloodline, and the first person who can feel the pain of all the weak through extraordinary power, and understand this sorrow with empathy.

[The weak bear the original sin]

Civilization has come to a standstill, and the overly primitive method of resource accumulation is no longer enough for the Amos transcendents to reach the next realm, because the Amos at the bottom have been oppressed and tortured for countless years, and they and the Amos at the top have almost become two races, and the race called the 'Low Amos' has almost no magical talents, is thin and small, has a fragile carapace, cannot withstand high temperatures and pressures, and cannot dig magic crystals in the deep mining area for a long time. The High Amos cultivate, and the High Amos are strong, the carapace is made of the bloodline alloy inherited from the family, and the magic is powerful enough to transform the terrain, they can swim in the volcanoes, swim in the lava, but never produce, and only pursue power all their lives.

[Everything is the fault of the weak]

It is precisely because the weak are too weak to meet the growing needs of the strong, so it leads to the stagnation of civilization. At the dawn of this new era, the weak low Amos are a waste of resources just to exist, and their value is even negative.

[There is no need for the weak to exist]

The king felt the suffering of the weak, the king felt the weakness of the weak, the king felt their hardship, their pain, they struggled to live without knowing what the meaning of tomorrow was, they were suffering to survive without knowing where the future was - they didn't even understand what the words 'tomorrow' and 'future' were, they couldn't even understand that they were the same race as the nobles.

But unlike the other high Amos nobles who regarded the low Amos as a tool, a slave, and a number, the king, who was born to be strong, had mercy on them, and the king deigned to face them face to face, and he promised the weak that they could take a wish.

And in the face of the generous king, the weak man who was questioned, the low Amos who did not leave his name, said in a numb, fanatical, anguish, and humble tone to the king who was high up and had a look of pity on his face, with great relief.

"Let me die."

And so the weak died.

This was the salvation that the Low Amos prayed for.

So it was – they were suffering. I see—they don't want life at all.

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

[Yes - since, the weak will suffer. 】

Then let the weak be killed gently before they become conscious, know their weakness, grow up in reality, and experience endless pain. Erase it all before the embryo becomes life, before life has wisdom, before wisdom forms self-awareness.

The darkness and suffering of the future will be a thousand times greater than that of today, in the face of the void, in the face of other civilizations, in the face of the devourers who have wiped out the world, how sad it is for the weak to be reluctant in these existences—so leave it behind, leave everything behind, the responsibility, the glory and the suffering, and the right to live and the future, all of which are left to the strong—

Leave only the genius, leave only the strong, erase all the tumors called the weak, let the strong provide for themselves, let the strong grow by themselves, let the strong leave all the burdensome support system, and become their own civilization, so that our civilization will surely prosper and grow.

And there is no need to cast any achievement, any glory, on the 'suffering of the weak', our civilization is pure, noble, brilliant and complete.

Because all sin, all suffering, has ended long ago at the beginning of birth.

"We cut off weaknesses, we change bodies, we swallow poison, we change minds, we spurn God and faith, we pick up our popes and burn them on iron cones, we detonate magic fission bombs on our own planets, just so that all weak beings have no chance of survival."

"We are the Amos—the Chosen One—we carry the carapace, we carry the hills, we carry the mountains, we carry the planets, our Emperor carries the stars, we laugh and eat the flesh of the weak, take the suffering from their hands, all glory and responsibility, we will fight until the last moment in this dark multiverse, and remove all the sorrow and pain that belong to the weak from all the stars!"

The twisted will turned into a huge cluster, and the pitch-black faith came across the galaxy.

No one felt the terrifying fluctuations, no one knew that there was only a source of information, and no one could know that this wave was only spreading in the 'flames'.

Truly. People can't perceive it.

This oscillation between the flames of civilization, the pure 'spirit' shock, perhaps only the collective will that represents 'civilization itself', can perceive a little bit and perceive the information that comes from this endless darkness.

But man cannot, God can.

- Behind the Lost Galaxy, the Mycrof Field, behind the huge Galactic Star Gate, inside the Ten Thousand Worlds Sacrifice Ground, in the laboratory buried underground, the golden cocoon of divine power trembled and vibrated with anger.

The gods who slept in the 'Initial Fire', in the 'Infinite Source', opened their eyes as the darkness of the night was illuminated by the light of the rift in time and space.

At the dawn of the night, the 'gods' of justice and power have awakened.

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