{Tomorrow at least 4,000 words, the plot of Uka is over.} The new story shared is related to the cards. }

War is peace, slavery is freedom, ignorance is power. The eternal and unchanging voice will be passed down forever, cleansing everyone's heart, for God, for God, for the Empire, for thousands of years. I dedicate myself to the gods with a pious heart, dedicate my youth, dedicate my blood, and dedicate my mind. All of the above is bullshit.

When I was born, I knew that I was different from everyone else, that I had the best bloodline, that I was the only descendant of the Twelve Ancestors. I can easily become pope if I want to, but being pope is too boring. Boring is nothing short of a disaster.

"Hao'er, how are you reading?" The teacher asked.

"It's ok. It's not interesting, just read it once and you'll understand. I answered truthfully.

"Do you want to find something interesting?" The teacher asked again.

"Where are you going?"

"Prison."

These two words should be a blessing for me, who would have thought that the most interesting friend of my life is in this place. It must have been when I was young, I can't remember a little, five or seven? The cast iron gate slowly opened, and the soldiers in jet-black armor saluted me, and everywhere was gray. The prison was cleaner than expected, with no smell or loud noise. Maybe this group of people knew I was coming and packed up beforehand.

"Hao'er, come, try your strength, attack that prisoner, attack with the strongest move." The teacher pointed.

A soft force swirled in my hand, and I threw it out like a ball of iron, and it was really interesting for the prisoner to jump up and down in the prison. Actually, it's not interesting, it may be the first time to attack a humanoid thing, it's just a little exciting, I used to only kill beasts, and there is no fun to kill things without intelligence. People are different, people have thoughts, and the most interesting thing is to destroy or transform a person's thoughts.

"Hey. You are not allowed to bully others. ”

I looked over and a guy shorter than me was looking at me. The accompanying soldier whipped the whip, and the guy couldn't dodge and screamed in pain. I looked at this guy, he was alone, his thin, thin body seemed to be able to kill him with just a whip. Another whip was whipped, but he miraculously lived,

"What's your name?" I walked up to the guy.

He stretched out his hand strangely and said, "Hello, my name is Mu Tou." ”

Dirty hands, but I inexplicably held his hand and said, "Hello, my name is Xu Hao." ”

He smiled and said, "Can I be friends with you?" ”

A very strange word, the dictionary explanation for friends is: like-minded. Obviously, this guy has nothing in common with me, he is a prisoner who can be killed at any time, and I am a nobleman who can kill at any time. My eyes widened to know what was going on in this guy's head, and unfortunately, all I could see was his focused gaze.

I asked, "How long have you been here?" ”

He replied, "I've been here since birth." ”

I asked, "Want to get out?" ”

He replied, "Yes." ”

I asked, "Will you be my servant and go out?" ”

He replied, "No, I wish I was free." ”

I said, "When you become my servant, you will be free." ”

He said, "No." My heart is not yet free, so I am enslaved wherever I go. ”

How old this guy is, whether he is five or six years old, and what he says is so sophisticated, it is almost comparable to what I have. I pondered for a while, and I felt that this was an interesting person, an interesting person should not wait to die in prison, and an interesting person should at least enjoy the infinite sunshine outside.

"Beat me until he is willing to be my servant."

The cell door opened, and the guards hung him up, whipping him after whip. He kept crying, he kept crying, which was very interesting. I can't feel the pain it must be, and I don't want to. It's not necessarily a good thing that he's so stubborn. Just be my servant and he will be freed from prison, why not?

"Would you like to?"

"Nope."

This guy is so stubborn, I picked up a knife and cut his thigh, and his whole body shrunk together. Drops of cold sweat slipped down his forehead, and sweat, tears, and blood mixed into a puddle on the ground. The soldiers immediately cleaned the floor with rags, and they knew I didn't like blood.

"Would you like to?"

"Nope."

I held the knife up to his eyes, and with a slight slash, his focused eyes could see nothing. He closed his eyes, and I think he must have been scared, and it was impossible for a weak guy not to be afraid.

"Would you like to?"

"Nope."

I tossed the knife aside, this guy was really funny.

The teacher said, "Hao'er, kill him." If one day, he can escape, I am afraid that the storm will be surging. ”

"Nope." For the first time, I rejected my teacher, "This thing is interesting, I'm going to keep it for him next time." Listen to me, and if the next time I come, he is missing something, I want your dog's life. No one can do anything to him without my orders, not even the Pope. ”

The soldiers lowered him down, and I put my hand against his wound, the power of mercy spreading through his body, and he smiled at me. The wound healed quickly, but he seemed very weak. The soldiers locked him up, and he fell to the ground, looking up at me.

"Next time." I waved at him.

He bared his teeth with difficulty, and then fainted.

"Hao'er, are you really confused?" The teacher sighed and said, "This son must be a person who is in turmoil and destroying the religion." ”

"It may be impossible to destroy the Divine Cult in a chaotic country, and the Divine Cult will only be destroyed by the Divine Cult itself." I said, "He's just a little beast in a cage." ”

"Sooner or later, the little beast will grow up, and the cage is too small."

"Wouldn't it be interesting to let him come out and make a big fuss?"

The teacher said in a deep voice: "Hao'er, since you were three years old, you have been literate and hyphenated for several years, and now you are too old. I know you're gifted, but what you know and learn is only the words of your predecessors, not your own experience. It is true that in many ways it has far surpassed the teacher, but your mind is always in the word interesting, the teacher wants you to govern the country and comfort the sages. ”

I responded, "The twelve sages founded the country, and the gods guarded the world. The sages were afraid that there would be no successor, and they condensed the supreme avenue in the dragon egg. Later, the world was in turmoil, and the gods suddenly gave birth to spiritual wisdom, and the world fell into the hands of the gods. In other words, this dragon egg and the gods are from the hands of the twelve sages, and they are originally of the same root and origin, but it is a pity that the dragon egg has not broken for thousands of years, so the gods have been stable for hundreds of years. The dragon egg came to Xu's house, and by chance, the dragon egg hatched ......"

"Hao'er, you're thinking about your life experience again." The teacher said, "Seven years ago, when you hatched from the egg, the gods came to congratulate you. ”

"In the past seven years, except for the years of ignorance, I have been absorbing and thinking without exception. I had in my head the wisdom that I had accumulated over the millennia, and this wisdom continued to emerge as I read and hyphenate words. My seven-year-old body is probably sad for a hundred years. Over the years, the teacher has been with you for a long time, urging Hao'er to study diligently. I'm really tired, so why don't you give me some time and enjoy the fun of being a seven-year-old? ”

"Alas. I would like to advise you again, but there is nothing to say. The teacher said sadly, "I know that my death is near, can Hao'er agree to my last request?" ”

"Teacher, you don't have to say it anymore, I have no interest in revitalizing the country." I said, "Leave, I'll give you three years to enjoy your life." ”

"Beware of the Pope, your presence is a thorn in his flesh." The teacher said this before crossing the threshold.

I said something precious, and the teacher waved his long sleeves and left.

It's been a long time since I've laughed, a seven-year-old has thousands of years of wisdom in his body, and premature mental maturity is not necessarily a good thing, childhood is a legend. Ever since he unintentionally showed his wisdom, the Pope has been anxious that I would rob him of his position. He is also a poor man, pushed to the world by the gods, a combination of beauty, wisdom, great virtue and martial arts, and there can be no mistake in the slightest. He is more like a symbol, a symbol that can be perceived by the world, not as empty as God, nor as empty as God. In such a world, there are only two things that benefit, one is the cult of God, the other is God, and everyone else is a herdsman, and everyone supervises each other, uses each other, and harms each other. The Cult is not a specific person, but as long as this organization exists, it will continue to draw money and material resources from the people. The Pope will die, the believers will die, but the Cult will not decline, not forever. God, hehe.

In the past two years, I have been assassinated no less than 100 times. This is completely understandable, there are only two kinds of people who want to kill me, one is the pope, and the other is the one who wants to be the pope. The Pope wanted to kill me because he was afraid that I would take away his position at any time, lose the title of Pope, and the only thing that awaited him was death. The people who want to be pope want to kill me, because they are so sure that I will be the next pope. Whoever it is, they are stupid people who know neither God nor Me. God won't allow challengers to show up, and I'm not interested in any of that.

Looking out the window from the tall building, the people are like ants. There was a loud bang, and I don't know where the explosion occurred, and the ants were too frightened to move. Such explosions occur from time to time, claiming that heretics have infiltrated the crowd to create chaos, and that the explosions are instructions for heretics to declare war on the Empire. Of course, we all know that heretics may have infiltrated the capital, but there is no way to create a massive panic, and it is we who are responsible for these explosions. From time to time, these ants panic a little, making them desperate for themselves, and then the Cult of God sent troops to quell the chaos, so that the ants have infinite hope for the Cult. Control is initially formed. It is almost impossible to escape the control of the Cult of God, and you can only go with the flow in the whirlpool. The guards sounded the alarm in the loudest voice, and the ants went back to their homes to find their mothers. The peace of the empire begins with war, and the war of the empire ends because of peace.

The towering Chiba Tower outside the window is silently recording everything, and it can't speak, but I believe that it has engraved the entire era on itself. However, this is of little use, history can be modified, ideas can be transformed, the body can be destroyed, and of course the material will disappear forever. No one knows exactly what day they are living in, and the speed of time is entirely up to the Cult, and time can even be turned back if the Cult wants to.

To the east of Chiba Tower, a building that is actually taller than Chiba Tower is exuding a gloomy atmosphere. No one knows how much this building really is, not even me. It is said that the building has three thousand rooms above ground, with equal structures under the ground. The presence of Chiba Tower and this building makes the surrounding buildings seem to be small, this building does not have an exact name, and whenever someone mentions it, it is always obscure to say "that building". There are four well-known departments in this building, the Ministry of Truth, the Ministry of Peace, the Ministry of Friendship, and the Ministry of Prosperity. On the façade of the building are written in huge letters the unchanging slogans of the Cult: War is peace, slavery is freedom, ignorance is strength.

I looked at the building and suddenly realized that I had never been there.

"Arrange a carriage for me, and I'm going to see the building." I told people to prepare, and it was necessary to do so, to inform the people in the building to be ready to receive me, and to make sure that I wouldn't be killed by an explosion while walking down that street.

My intention to travel was quickly communicated to the various agencies – and while I didn't see it with my own eyes, it was for sure – and the different agencies quickly arranged everything. As I expected, there was supposed to be a card killing of civilians on this street today, but this arrangement was eliminated due to my travel, and it is unknown which lucky prisoner managed to avoid a single death.

The carriage drove slowly, and the crowd that had been stopped by the guards watched the carriage reverently when it arrived. For these civilians, it was a must to pay homage to the Cult emblem and the Imperial emblem on the carriage, only in this way could they show their love for the Cult and the Empire. There must be someone in the crowd who is dissatisfied with this world, but it doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't show it and rots in his stomach, it's okay to rot for a thousand years and rot for ten thousand years. If someone showed the slightest emotion, the people around him would definitely report what he had done. Reporting a Thought Criminal will receive a Cult of God and a bounty of two gold coins.

"Preach the gospel of God." There is a small sign at the entrance to the Ministry of Truth, saying that it is small because it is almost impossible to detect its existence if you don't look closely. Of course, no one dares to ignore its existence, and everyone who comes to the Congregation of Truth must look at this line with admiration, because it is written by the hand of the Forever Great, Forever Glorious, Forever Right Pope. The above is bullshit, the Ministry of Truth exists for only one purpose, to create rumors.