Quiet piano room, windows decorated with curtains, clear sky, and wind through the piano room.

A pair of slender fingers leap on the keys, and the pressed notes are struck, and the taut metal notes of the steel strings are sounded one after another, which together converge into a continuous sound.

The melody goes from a gentle in the early stages, to a low in the middle stage, then to an explosion at the end, and finally a tight burst of notes, converging into a vast river, until the last note pops out, and then abruptly stops, leaving only the sound to curl.

The room was quiet again, and the figure sitting at the piano stood up, she had black hair, combed into a complex and beautiful hair ornament, which was also embellished with pearl hair accessories, and a black dress with lace and lace, slightly conservative and elegant, revealing her beautiful figure.

"Deloris plays so well, listening to it is like being in the middle of a storm, there is a kind of tension and high spirits that are gradually rising." The one who spoke was the girl sitting on the other side of the room, also with black hair and wearing a blue dress.

The two of them stood by the window and looked out at the early autumn scenery outside, and it was autumn in February in the South 1st District, and the orange, emerald green, and light yellow leaves were intertwined, dotting the scenery under the blue sky.

"Did Tilan study music, I see that you don't seem to be new to sheet music." Delores spoke again.

"I know a little violin, but I didn't have it with me today." The girl shook her head, and the two quietly enjoyed a rare leisure afternoon.

"Tonight, the 'Hat and Short Sword' club is going to compete with the 'Meteor Spear' club in Thunder's Edge Academy, will Ti Lan go to see it?"

"Yes, President Amors has already told me that even if you lose, you must learn from the experience, and you can't waste this opportunity in vain."

"It seems that he is determined to put you in the position, and he doesn't consider other candidates." Deloris turned her head to look at the familiar but unfamiliar girl beside her.

"I always feel that Tilan still has a lot of secrets hidden from me."

"Well, there's some secrets." The girl reluctantly admitted, shaking the hair on the back of her head slightly.

"It's a very troublesome secret, sometimes it's troublesome, and occasionally it's self-defeating, and it feels like it's too far away from that goal."

"Is it a lack of sensory ability?" Deloris was interested.

"Yes, it's not the romantic era of heroism in the past, even if the individual is strong, many general trends, and social problems can't be solved well."

"Is Tilan worried about economic and institutional matters, this is rare, and most high school students don't think about this."

"Yes, I'm afraid that everyone will laugh at me when I say it, and sometimes I feel that I am worrying about the sky and asking for trouble, but both reason and intuition have faintly told me that I must grow up as soon as possible and find a way to change, otherwise there will be many irreparable regrets." Standing quietly in the wind, her hair and dress swaying, she came to understand that sooner or later she would embark on a path similar to theirs.

Since fate has given her such a rich gift, if she is just thinking about herself, she will be faintly uneasy in the tree hole where the sun is setting, out of some simple wish, she wants to repay this expectation, this beautiful wish.

Although the Federation still seems to be prosperous and large, many problems have slowly become terminally ill, and many problems have been suppressed only because the Federation maintains a strong force.

The development model of the capital chaebol is naturally conducive to profit, they will definitely be more profitable than the bottom, have a stronger ability to resist risks, and in the long run, the gap between the rich and the poor is inevitable, and the poorer the poor, the richer the richer.

However, the sale of goods, or the profitability of enterprises, after all, needs to be supported by consumption, no matter what kind of consumption, a large number of people are needed to support, but when the bottom profits are getting less and less, life is becoming more and more difficult, consumption will inevitably continue to decline.

Consumption is declining, demand for goods is decreasing, and it seems that the upper capital will suffer, but the lower class will also be hit harder, such as more severe employment and rising unemployment. The increase in the number of unemployed people will also cause the wages of the working to fall at the same time, because of the famous saying, 'If you don't do it, someone will do it'.

When the economic environment is bad, the competition between people intensifies, anxiety will spread throughout the society, and this anxiety will also squeeze out the leisure space in the brain, it is difficult for people to calm down to immerse themselves in a story, to learn a certain knowledge in depth, they can only continue to use various stimuli to numb themselves, they will become more concerned about the face, more sensitive, and more prone to violent emotional fluctuations.

It is also because of the spread of this anxiety that all kinds of unscrupulous profit models will gradually be developed, and people will worship money and admiration for the strong even more, even if the means are immoral, they will be worshiped by some people, thinking that this is the so-called "law of the jungle" and "take it for granted".

Once this kind of atmosphere is popular, it will break the moral shackles of the original society, and more people will start to be immoral, and the result will be a gradual spread of doubt and distrust, which will further stimulate anxiety.

The children of wealthy families do not have to worry about these because of their family background, they will be more stable and stable, and it is easier for them to grow up in certain industries, which will further widen the social division.

The same is true of the practice of the transcendent sequence, when one is always anxious because of all kinds of trivial things in life, and the normal situation is just that, at the moment when a high degree of concentration and a stable mind are required, the results will be different.

Geniuses and a small number of strong-willed people may not need to consider this, but the vast majority of people are not geniuses, under the influence of this, even the supernatural power, which was originally more equal, can change the way out of the future, is also slowly affected by wealth, better resources, better mentor assistance, better mentality, etc., originally used to break the shackles, but now it has become a new shackle, so that many people are discouraged.

Listening to Tilan's slow recounting of what she had seen and heard, as well as many thoughts in her heart, Deloris walked over and gently embraced her.

"It must be tiring to think about so many questions."

"We're just mortals, so we don't have to worry about these problems that only gods can solve." She gently stroked the other's back and hair.

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"Yes! That's right! Only the gods can solve the current situation! ”

In an underground venue, tens of thousands of people gathered, and the only light gathered on the high platform, a man was shouting frantically, looking excited and immersed.

"We can't sink like this anymore! Countless people are suffering, Isenisa's ideals are being tarnished, Amuralin's legacy is being forgotten, and human civilization is coming to an end! ”

"We, you, are all victims of this world! Why not change all that, why not pray for the true gods to come! ”

The atmosphere in the scene gradually became excited, and some of the people in the audience screamed and shouted in response.

"Hurry up and think about it! Remember the great sage, the morning star who came into the world, the guiding light of mankind, the wings of the eternal cradle, the crown of miracles thousands of years ago! ”

"We need a new throne of gods, and a crown of gods that rises at the end of that throne!"

"The Federation has deceived us, they have deceived us, fabricated lies to deceive us, so that we dare not touch the miracle crown that once pushed humanity to the top, what 'dark sun', what 'dark past' of the Fifth Age, all of them are just to intimidate us, and we dare not think about the great power that once changed the entire galaxy!"

"Yes, I hate religious worship and I hate to have a unified voice for the sake of being gregarious, but! We are so weak that we can only let them bully. ”

"We have to unite, we have to unite, for our own future, for the future of humanity, for the future of the whole world."

"That's right, we want to restore the dusty throne of God, we have violated the taboo set by the Federation and even the Pan-Human Alliance, we have recreated our own miracle star, and we have changed everything now!!"

"Rise up the throne, rise up and sing in chorus, in that bright light, whether it's you, or me, or anyone! We will all be connected to the divine resonance, and our voices, our wills, and our prayers will all respond to them and resound throughout the galaxy! ”

"Trampling the rotten system under our feet, overturning the greedy mega-corporations to the ground, smashing down the arrogant heads that spurn us, and if the world doesn't need us, then we will destroy the world!!"

In the end, his voice was hoarse, like a cry of blood, and a huge wave of sound broke out from the audience.

"Throne of the Gods!"

"God's Crown!"

"Throne of the Gods!"

"God's Crown!"

"Throne of the Gods!"

"God's Crown!"

The sound was endless, so long-lasting, so crazy, and so sad.

(End of chapter)