At that time, Teacher Nostradamus calmly showed me the way: "Pain? Feeling incredible? That's right. The truth is always more hurtful than a lie, although it is forced, but you have at least seen the truth that this country is weak, full of contradictions and suffering, and you must want to change all this from the bottom of your heart now. ”

"So, for you, for me, for this country, for all the people who serve the Delmond family as emperors, you must become strong, at least, from the weak who is simply weak, and even sent to the front line by a word, to a strong man with his own beliefs, who can determine his own future—change yourself, and then change the world, if you are strong enough to become emperor, then anything is possible."

The teacher's words were always calm, he did not look at me, but at the barren, vast, and uninhabited Northwest Plains: "In this way, I can become the emperor, gain status and power, and get the permission to transform this society, you can become the emperor, get this devastated country, and our wishes can be fulfilled because of this—as long as you become strong enough, so that I can assist you in achieving the supreme emperor." ”

At this moment, I felt as if I heard a cry. I heard the cries of the villagers who had been burned to the ground, I saw the tears in the hearts of the insensitive knights, and I felt the darkness and suffering that hung over this country, and indeed over the entire human civilization, where all beings suffered, and where class divisions, oppression and exploitation were part of civilization in the first place.

And the source of all this suffering is that in this world full of miracles, like mortals without miracles, there is no power.

【Beliefs】

After that, faith took root in my heart.

I began to seek strength, to chase power, I began to tap into the potential in my body that I had never found before, and when I arrived at the front, I continued to fight with the orcs, and I fought with the armies, and I was bloodied day by day, and I was wounded again and again, and my madness terrified the orcs, and my strength made my allies panic - one day, I alone broke through the Orc Central Army on the Tatarus Plateau, and slew three orc generals - I became a legend, defeated all the competitors, and made the ministers with mysterious intentions bow down, The great nobles with different schemings acquiesced, and thus sat on the throne of the 'emperor'.

Since then, I have vowed to change the world of my own will—and that is my legendary power.

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

The huge cocoon of divine power began to burn, illusory, but real, and the endless divine power turned into endless flames floating in the atmosphere, and began to forge the body of the true god who was about to be born.

And at this very time.

'I' reminisced about the memories of becoming emperor.

It was even darker and more gloomy than the front line full of blood and corpses.

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

Wrapped in a veneer of peace and humility, the nobles have sinister political struggles and intrigues; Lurking beneath the surface of the harmony of the imperial capital is the exploitation and oppression of the major forces in the shadows. But this is already good, the local nobles add taxes at will, make up laws at will, they demand the exercise of the right of the first night, and conscript freemen as their own peasants at will; They annexed land, seized it by force, and regarded law, glory, duty, and human dignity as nothing.

The aristocracy, the powerful, and the great merchants were on top of each other, and they held wealth and power, so they could abuse the commoners at will, and play with them like animals, and they were supported by the rights granted to them by the laws of the empire, and the violence bestowed upon them by supernatural power.

At that time, the empire was like a rotten corpse, the perennial war with the orcs had hollowed out all the reserves that could maintain a calm situation, and it pathologically made the strong and nobles with force too powerful, and the imperial power compromised them again and again, and the rights were handed over again and again, so that these existences that should have been sheltered became evil dragons that exploited blood and sweat - but how much better was the imperial power? As the largest nobleman and the most violent, every month the entire country transports enough resources to launch a small battle to the imperial capital, and countless treasures and precious extraordinary resources are looted and offered, just to meet the daily needs of the royal family.

In the past, I took it for granted—because I was a child of royalty, and my family protected the entire empire, and their dedication was a matter of course.

Vomit.

Just remembering it, I felt sick and wanted to vomit, these people who unscrupulously flaunted their wealth, flaunted their mines, flaunted their strength, never thought about how many bones were behind them, and every time I took a magic potion, I couldn't help but think about how many people's hardships and blood and tears had condensed behind it - but at that time, even if I knew all this, I couldn't do anything, and even laughed and communicated with them, listened to their compliments and flattery, endured disgust, and let these damned humanoid devils kiss my scepter.

As for why, the answer is simple.

These nobles now, at most, are serfs who torture and kill their own 'property' in their own territory, and oppress them 'naturally' to oppress serfs, this is an order that has been inherited for thousands of years, and they also need attendant service, so no matter how crazy everything is, there is a degree - but if you kill them at will, it will lead to turmoil in the power foundation of the entire empire, and the consequences may be that millions of people are displaced, or even tens of millions of people fall into calamity, Other local nobles in the empire may have rebelled and started a civil war, leaving the vast empire in a state of turmoil.

The consequence of my willfulness may be that everything I fought on the battlefield was all zero, and I paid countless blood and sweat, and even at the cost of almost incurable dark wounds myself, the orcs who barely suppressed the Tatarus Plateau might take advantage of the situation to counterattack, and while we were busy with the civil war, occupy a large area of high-quality pastures in the Northwest Plains again, and restore the vitality that has been lost in the last ten years.

The building can't fall – at least not yet.

Orcs. Aristocrat. Underworld. Reckless transcendents, and civilians who have no power to resist. The abscesses, the weakness and the tumors of the Empire, I once swore that I would change all this, and this is my faith, the belief that sustained me to become a legend and become a strong man - I tried my best to solve one of the problems, but I had no more strength to eradicate the others.

The dark wound dragged me down.

Feeling the curse of the orc high priest of the most blasphemous evil, and constantly consuming the few lives I had left, even I fell into decadence at that time.

"Time is running out...... Can't change all that?! ”

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

Me, can't I?!

Watching my children grow up in the same privileged environment of the royal family, they have gradually become the same as my father and brother in the past, but none of them, none of them can get such an enlightenment as me...... I sent my eldest son to the people, hoping that he would understand the suffering of the common people, and I sent my second son to the army, hoping that he would feel the fierceness of war, but they all disappointed me, the eldest son was bought by the nobles and became the most traditional nobleman, and the second son regarded revenge and strength as the only purpose, and did not care about the people's cries...... Anger mixed with despair burned my heart, making me decadent and irritable, even giving up on myself, and at one point it occurred to me how good it would be to die like this.

- but faith.

Faith alone must not be forgotten.

I sat on the throne coldly, waiting for death to come, and in the face of this enemy, I tried not to let myself forget my original intention and become the kind of person I ever 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 casually gave me a pure divine crystal.

- Strength.

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

That's where it all comes from.

Because of the great power, the extraordinary power, will become the ruler and nobility of the transcendent civilization. Whether they see things, do things, or daily life, and look at things from a different perspective than civilians who have no extraordinary strength and 'weakling' who have nothing, they are essentially not the same race and the same kind of life at all.

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

The pain, trouble, and sorrow of civilians is not felt by them.

a homeland blocked by mountains, a rugged road to the outside world; Between the valley and the mountains, there is a small and dangerous living space; The northern part of the province is inaccessible, and the mountains are closed by heavy snow every winter...... All the suffering and suffering that ordinary people can clearly feel, whether it is climate change, geographical orientation, or the trouble of returning to and from the cumbersome hometown area, the strong do not feel it.

Because they can fly, they can open mountains, they can cut roads, they can change the weather, they can manipulate the weather, even if they don't have such great power, they can easily ignore all of this - they don't feel pain at all.

The strong can never feel the inconvenience of the weak...... Therefore, extraordinary civilizations are extremely difficult to change, they have no needs, and naturally they will not think about progressing.

Unless there is such a person.

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 has 'power'.

- At least, he hopes that the weak have the strength to live with dignity for a lifetime.

"I want to thank you, Secretary Radcliffe."

In the cocoon of divine power, the radiant humanoid whispered to himself: "You have given me the crystallization of divinity, so that I have further power, your presence has shocked many nobles, attracted firepower, so that Nostradamus can also become a legend with peace of mind, moreover, you also support my ideas, and better than the best dream I fantasize, in just a few years, also become a legend." ”

What one legend can't solve, two legends can try, and three legends will inevitably succeed.

There is nothing in the world of McCrove that can resist the alliance of the three legends, even if it is a system that has been passed down for thousands of years and the resistance of countless nobles.

In the infinite source, the minds of countless people, the will of countless people, are invading my will, washing away my beliefs, but these fragile things can no longer affect me—I recall more things, I think of the Skynet system, I think of the surveillance throne, I think of the sins that I burned with my own hands, the nobles who have been terminated, and the 'strong' who have been oppressed by me with the methods they used to oppress others.

I remembered the Academy of Transcendents established by Teacher Nostradamus, I remembered the growing number of civilian transcendents in the Empire, I recalled being scolded by my Empress that I was destroying the foundations of my throne and notices, and I recalled the nobles joining together in terror and shouting 'The Emperor is crazy' and saying that I was being a gravedigger for myself.

They don't understand anything, they don't understand anything - I don't blame them, because they think they're 'strong' in front of me, and they're also 'weak'.

"I know."

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

They are the sufferings that are not recorded in the books, the numbers that are not explicitly stated in the number of deaths, the heavy taxes that are never described in the adventure stories, the invisible paupers of the knights and adventurers who venture into the ruins and forests, the simple meals that seem to be eaten twice a day, even once, behind the vast fields.

They are always forgotten, they are always ignored, they hold up the backbone of this world, but they do not get any due respect.

But me.

God.

'Islam', will not be forgotten, ignored.

The strength and faith of this human being came from the desperate cry of those frontier villagers, those weak people forty-three years ago.

[There is no need for the weak to exist - the history of civilization is the process of the strong constantly defeating the weak! 】

The grand voice came, from the other world, from the other world of civilization belief across time and space, that is from the foundation of birth is completely different from human beings, whether it is the process of civilization development or the social form is by no means the same real alien race, their voice is grand, the belief is firm.

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 let the weak also 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 all the weak become strong, and then start the next cycle!

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

Civilization is the process by which justice gains strength!

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

——In the cocoon of light, behind the humanoid form of divine power, runes like the sun were condensed, and the brilliant divine light began to spread, so that the entire hall was filled with gentle but powerful divine power.

Thail, completely awakened from the daingen dream, opened his eyes and looked once again at the world he had been separated from for many years.

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

That being said, the prince and the general, in this world with extraordinary power and bloodline inheritance, are really kind.

He himself is a product of this

If an ordinary person wants to become a strong person, he needs to work ten times, hundreds of times, thousands of times harder than a strong person like him, but doesn't he work hard? He has been trained to be ten times more scientific than ordinary people, ten times more hard, and he doesn't even need to care about life, he just needs to care about becoming stronger!

However, can it be said that the strong can only rely on their strength to shear their sheep to strengthen themselves, just like shepherding a flock?

But does it mean that the strong must suppress everyone, maintain the superiority of their own power, and maintain their rule?

- This is wrong.

If after the strong, there can be no stronger, if the strong become a shepherd who can only control the weak—if the strong fall and do not seek the strongest, but only those weak people who can manage themselves, become despicable people who 'make others weak in order to become strong'.

Then a transcendent civilization will come to an end.

Because among them, there will be no stronger existence, and this civilization will become weaker and weaker, more and more humble, and finally disappear silently in the wheel of time, or it will perish in wailing when it encounters the powerful existence of other worlds.

"Everyone has to be strong."

"There has to be a chance for all."

Therefore, princes and generals can be everyone.

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

Israel clenched his fists, and the human form of the light gradually condensed into the form of a man, His Majesty the former Emperor, now the newborn god of justice and power, raised his head to look at the surface, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the void, and saw the galaxy gate that was gradually opening.

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

My strength, born out of faith, for all beings!

[Civilization is the process of the strong defeating the weak - civilization is the process of the weak becoming the strong]

Diametrically opposite voices, coming 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' that burst out from the depths of the great source of the multiverse

"That's my god enemy, the enemy of order."

God said to himself, but Israel was not flustered about this, and on the contrary, he even smiled.

For in addition to this, He heard the voices of familiar, kind, friends.

"Come on, Israel!"

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

Haha, the image of the man composed of light chuckled, and with the light laughter, the endless divine power began to condense, and the dark golden hair appeared along with the face of the former emperor, and then it was shrouded in a golden helmet, strong and heavy, covering the whole body on the divine power armor, inscribed with a simple sun emblem, the crimson cloak behind him, churning due to the agitating wind, making a hunting sound, it was smeared with blood, the blood of countless victims, reminding the gods of the faith he swore to fulfill forever.

The golden divine light condensed, cutting a straight passage through the god's head to the surface, and Israel leapt to his feet, and in the process of making his way to the void, he felt a myriad of eyes—godly, powerful, weak, admiring, surprised—he felt the gaze of his teacher, the old mage who had fulfilled his wish, and was almost on the verge of accomplishing his former ideals, looked at him with relief and emotion, and all the people and the gods gave way at this time, and they gave up this opportunity to them.

And the god did not hesitate, just like this, turned into a golden-orange divine light like the sun, and galloped towards the galaxy star gate that was gradually opening and gradually expanding, the divine light was vast and bright, as if it was going to illuminate the entire dark galaxy.

"I'm coming!"

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