Decades ago, a real estate businessman dramatically won the election and ascended to the top of power in Colombia.
Like other candidates, he did not attract financial groups or accept financial support from the elite. He relied purely on his rich family fortune to support all the canvassing activities during the candidacy.
In a speech attended only by the lower class and the middle class, the businessman shouted a slogan that will go down in history:
"MCGA"
Make Colombia great again.
Facts have proved that he did it. Colombia is much stronger now than when the slogan "MCGA" first came out. At least its economic strength is the first in Terra.
The gorgeous and elegant knights and the tower-dwelling wizards were ultimately defeated by the innovators who blazed a trail with their own blood and sweat.
Standing in the middle of any city in Colombia, you will find that there is no green around you, only busyness and tension.
The bottom and middle class valued by the businessman have gradually become the backbone of the country, and the resources controlled by the elite are getting smaller and smaller year by year.
They can no longer regard the country as a plaything and the bottom class as dust as they did in the past. If these people don't work hard, their and their descendants' places will be taken by others.
And most likely, what will replace them will be the garbage they once stepped on.
Angels who are accustomed to the Garden of Eden will not like the human world, while humans who have seen the Garden of Eden will run towards it desperately.
In this competitive environment, Columbia is like a bloody machine that uses human lives as consumables, and it dominates the continent of Terra.
People or organizations often use this point to criticize the Colombian government, but they don't care at all, and neither do their people.
As long as I can live better than before, what does it matter if I become a consumable?
...You ask, does this have anything to do with my getting angry?
Of course there is.
Because no matter how fast or far this country runs, no matter how many people at the bottom, middle class, and elites, they have nothing to do with one kind of person.
infected person.
…
I have forgotten where I was born, but I clearly remember that when I stood there and looked up, I could see the skyscrapers on the mobile city-state.
The country's wealth is snowballing, but the people living in the slums are not getting a single ounce of it, not even a snowflake.
Looking back, the sky was the bluest at that time.
But as the days passed, my age gradually grew, and the blue became darker and darker.
It was as if someone had painted the sky gray. It was very light at first, so light that it couldn't be seen, but it became darker every day.
By the time I was seven, the gray was so thick it dripped with water.
At that time, I had only been around for a long time and already I couldn’t even laugh.
Just like what you saw at the beginning, his eyes were dull and his lips were pursed, without any emotion.
Just a dead man.
In order to survive, I lost almost everything I could lose, and I squirmed like a bug in humiliation and pain every day.
The only consolation is that when I lost my smile, I also lost my susceptibility to disaster.
To a seven-year-old me, the malice in this world was as negligible as scratching an itch.
……yes.
Just because I am young and female, I am at the bottom of the slums.
Only then will you have this "special function".
My two playmates of the same age were not so lucky. One was sold to someone else by her mother and died the next day; the other was too naive, always thinking that everything would be over, and finally committed suicide.
She was right, it did pass.
...Do you think this kind of thinking is too mature for a seven-year-old girl? Like a story?
Because in that environment, all the immature people died.
Like my second playmate.
What a pity, if she could hold on for a few more months, she might actually be able to break out of hell.
Because at that time, a group of people came from the slum.
It's Rheinland Life.
The healthy ones were taken to the orphanage by this team, and I was among them.
When I saw the food, furniture, and the kindness of the people around me that had never appeared in my cognition, I instinctively thought that they wanted something from me.
But I haven’t given up on enjoying them.
For a seven-year-old child who grew up in despair, everything full of color and warmth in front of him is so comfortable, making people want to rub them into their body and never separate them.
Rhine Life didn't need to do anything more, when they took me out of hell, I was theirs.
Everything, forever.
…
"...I will never forget where I was born."
In the dim light, Ye Xiao sat on the sofa and softly told her past.
Valentine sat opposite, holding his chin in his hands, with a serious expression.
The two people who were still shouting and shouting suddenly calmed down and had a story meeting, and the atmosphere was actually a bit warm.
But the stories told by Night Owl did not match the atmosphere at all.
"Not only that, I will remember that time more firmly. Even if it has been imprinted on the cerebral cortex, I will make it engraved deeper."
The girl stared at the man in front of her with sharp eyes.
"Only in this way can I learn more from my memories after that and from my current life..."
"Pleasure."
At this moment, Ye Xiao has still recovered his emotional state.
The way she gritted her teeth and said this made Valentin understand that this little bird had not been washed away by Rhine Life, but that she had suppressed these things in her heart, and became Jean in an almost masochistic way. Rheinland Life is proud of the "Dead Soldier".
Moreover, she still volunteered.
This can't help but make Valentine look at him with admiration.
"And your so-called act of restoring emotions is a kind of mercy in my eyes."
"It is the lowest level, the pity of a superior person for the so-called lower class people living in suffering in his eyes."
The bird's ear feathers stood up again, and Valentine could clearly feel a strong aura pressing on his heart.
Fortunately he was able to withstand it.
"Do you think that after I regain my feelings, I will realize how inhumane Rhine Life's experiments on me are, and that I will abandon it and look for the normal life you think I should look for?"
She placed her hands on the table and leaned forward, looking like an eagle hunting for prey.
“*Colombian expletive*!”
Night Owl succinctly dismissed Valentine's 'goodwill' as worthless.
In response, Valentine could only sigh in response.
To be honest, restoring emotions is used by him as a means of attack. After all, Zhen Sanwu will definitely fall into chaos for a certain period of time after he suddenly regains his emotions and desires, which is very useful in battle.
Of course, there is also a little bit of Valentine's selfishness mixed in here.
What Ye Xiao said was indeed true, that's what he really thought.
after all……
In the eyes of normal people, this kind of life is the best, right?
Who would be willing to become an emotionless killing machine and be driven at will?
As a result, Ye Xiao's non-standard answer popped up...
Valentine suddenly remembered a sentence he had seen on a forum in his previous life.
"Stop helping others and respect the fate of others."
This is the best summary of the current situation.
Wanting to understand this, Valentine raised his head, looked at the shattered floor-to-ceiling window glass, and clicked his tongue.
Sure enough, I am still not reconciled.
For Ye Xiao, who grew up in a slum, living like this is what she likes most, and the life of a normal person is disgusted by her.
If she had a normal childhood, this wouldn't be the case, right?
if……
If everyone grows up normally, then no one would like a life full of suffering, right?
But what to do...
How can this be satisfied?
A violent energy flow bloomed on his body, and then suddenly shrank into a ball the size of a fist, absorbing everything around it like a black hole, distorting and destroying Valentine's body.
The man lowered his head and once again placed his gaze on the night owl's face.
That beautiful face became what it was at the beginning, covered with a layer of frost and emotionless.
Valentine sighed softly again.
I don’t know if it’s because of Night Owl or myself.
