My Holy Empire occupies about half a continent, the Pope is the greatest leader of the Holy Empire, and the Cult of God is the tool used by the Pope to maintain the stability of the Empire. There are nine silver-robed elders under the Pope, who have powers comparable to those of the Pope. The Empire, an appendage of the Cult of God.

I lived in the capital of the empire, and when I was very young, I saw a massacre and heard that more than a thousand people died in that massacre. At that time, I was very ignorant, and I was surrounded by adults watching the excitement. Adults want to see more realistically, like a flock of ducks pinched by the neck and lifted up. There are also children who are a little older than me and have started school, and they are happy, and the reason they are happy is because they are all bad people who are said in the books.

Looking at the heads hanging on the city wall and dripping blood, I was not afraid, children do not know how to be afraid. Those heads are all with their eyes open, staring at the world with resentment, staring at our indifference. I wonder why someone can take the life of someone else, doesn't it say that all men are created equal? I took the question to my father and he panicked. He panicked and told me that I was not allowed to think about this, because to think about it would be to touch the wall of power, and power is a dangerous thing that can kill me at any moment.

I wasn't afraid of death, so the question lingered in my mind, and I asked my father over and over again. Finally, one day my father was annoyed by my question, and he pointed to my forehead solemnly and said: Everyone is equal, and some people are more equal. If you want to survive in this world, you must remember not to think; If you think about it, don't say it; If you say it, don't write it down; If you write it down, don't sign it; Don't be surprised if you sign and what happens.

I didn't know that thinking could be devastating.

I felt sorry for the more than 1,000 people who lost their lives for no reason, but I was surprised to find that the people around me had consciously forgotten about it. No matter how I asked them, they said that there had never been any massacre, that there had never been such a thing as hanging human heads on the walls. I wondered even more, my father remembered the massacre, did I live in a different world from my neighbors? Later, it wasn't until I went to school that I realized that it wasn't that I lived in a different world from my neighbors, but that my neighbors had mastered doublethinking earlier than I did. Massacres are dangerous, and knowing that there is such a thing as a massacre is even more dangerous. Because the Cult of God is merciful, and how can a Cult of Mercy kill?

At the age of six, I was sent to the School of Truth, the greatest school in the world and the cultural and educational headquarters of the Cult. My talent is not up to the Cult's admissions standards, but greed is enough to corrupt them. My father put a lot of effort into sending me to this affiliated school, and he sent a lot of money to the principal. My father said that if I entered this school, I would have stepped into the life of a superior person, and he told me to do well in the school so that I could work in the Ministry of Truth in the future.

I spent 10 years in the Academy, which divided the students into three classes, not according to talent, but according to family background. The children of the Cultists are of the first class and are the objects of the school's key training; The children of the wealthy are second-class, and the school will strengthen their education; Children who come out of remote and poor areas are third-class, almost as if they have been abandoned. There are exceptions, however, and the school deliberately selects one or two role models from among the third-class students every year, who are either gifted or hardworking. But we all know that this is just a form of the school to appease the third-class people, and the school uses one or two people to successfully tell those third-class people that if you are willing to work hard, you will have a successful day. The third-class people were carried away by this illusion, and they enthusiastically learned knowledge and practiced card skills.

I often see some third-class people who are diligent and hardworking, they have low self-esteem but are extremely conceited. They look down on us rich kids, and they look down on themselves. They firmly believe that as long as they work hard, they will become superior, and they use this belief to constantly numb themselves, and they believe that one day they will trample the first and second class under their feet, but unfortunately what awaits them is often deep despair.

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I remember a third-class person who once provoked me, and I don't remember his name, and he said that sooner or later he would defeat a gentleman like me. He is proud to say that he sits in the elite seat and is the future pillar of the country. I know that the elite seat is a special honor, whether it is a first, second or third class, there is a special seat that belongs to the elite, and that seat is closest to the teacher. When I was in school, the elite seat of the first-class class was occupied by the daughter of a silver-robed elder for a long time, and the elite seat of the second-class class was occupied by the son of the richest man in the first class.

I really don't know where the challenger got this kind of courage, even if these third-class people sit in the elite seat, they can't compare to the second-class people. The card skills they practiced were also the last class, and although they were more subtle than the skills outside the school, they were really different from our skills. I laughed at the man, and I said that he could defeat me unless he had a miracle. In fact, how can miracles come by so easily?

He was not convinced, and he asked me to fight in full view. I agreed to his challenge, I wanted him to recognize the facts, and let him die of that proud heart. Under the guidance of the teacher, I had my first card battle. The tricks and rules we've learned before are really in front of us.

I stood across from him on a huge chessboard, and I watched as he laid out the things he needed for the battle, a set of cards, a set of pen and paper to count life points, and a glass of water to drink. I couldn't cry or laugh when I looked at the water he took out, we drank Hongyan juice when we practiced, and the teacher said that Hongyan juice can temporarily improve thinking ability and add more nutrients. There are two types of card battles, one is contract battles and the other is free battles. Contract warfare is a traditional method of combat, which is no longer in vogue. Free-for-all is very popular because it frees up the monotonous shape of the cards, and allows you to transform the cards into corresponding weapons or armor in free-for-all, which is more free and exciting. Another reason for the popularity of free fighting is that free fighting can bring greater stimulation to the senses, and this kind of stimulation is needed by wealthy people who have been peaceful for a long time.

I set the utensils in place, and I could clearly see envy, jealousy, and even hatred in his eyes. Not to mention the glass of red flame juice, even the card sleeve I used to hold the cards was shining. He licked his lips, as if fantasizing about what it would be like when he had the set.