Will God help those who save themselves?
No, Zhou Li doesn't think so.
When a person chooses to save himself, all the so-called "timing, favorable location, and harmony" are made with all the efforts in a desperate situation. The so-called God's help is just a humble word after saving oneself. For these professionals in Jordan, choosing to save themselves is a crucial step.
The city of Jordan is a deformed existence in the United Kingdom and the entire world. In other countries, the number of professionals in a country is a criterion for whether a city is advanced. Generally speaking, the more professionals there are in a city, the higher the level of civilization of the entire city. But in the city of Jordan, everything is reversed.
It clearly has an 80% professional conversion rate, and this city clearly has the largest number of professionals in the world. But under the strange rules and atmosphere of the city of Jordan, the whole city is as oppressive and suffocating as the title "Fog City". Professionals, who are regarded as treasures in other countries, are like a rotten street here. Everyone has the potential to be a professional.
However, there are not many professionals among the nobles who control this city.
Yes, in this city where 80% are professionals, it is the remaining 20% who truly control power and wealth.
It's easy to understand, isn't it?
Professionals in other cities are the elites in an industry. But in this city, these mass-produced professionals have no chance of being looked down upon. In Jordan, all professionals are just inconspicuous screws in this huge machine. The difference between them and ordinary people in other cities may be that they do not even have dignity.
"My war with the Gospels began long ago."
Picking up the long sword and looking at the water-colored halo reflected on the blade, Zhou Li's eyes were gradually covered by black mist. "If my guess is correct, the Gospel of that year was willing to be defeated."
"Jerost, the demon hunter, was also created by the Gospels. The ultimate purpose of the Gospels is to facilitate the negotiation between mankind and the Gospel."
"What?"
Even though Torea had a firm mind, she unconsciously exclaimed, "Why would he do this?"
"Because it wanted a testing ground."
In the groggy room, Zhou Li's expression remained normal and his voice was calm: "Our real battlefield is not between the monsters and humans, nor is it in this flood. What I and the Gospels are really fighting against are these people."
"The Gospels contain a large number of shoddy professionals, just to make them regard professionals as trivial, so that professionals will gradually wear away the pride that their profession brings to them. Slowly, these people with power will wear away their own minds and give up. They lowered their heads for their own dignity, and from then on they would only be beaten by whips before they could take a slow step forward.”
"From the very beginning, the Gospels surrendered themselves and allowed themselves to unconditionally create professionals for Jordan just for today. In order to make these professionals willing to do mechanical repetitive work, and in order to prevent this huge number of professionals from resisting themselves, the Jordanian government I personally took action to trap the professionals in this city-state, cut off their minds, and let them put down their pride."
"A bunch of delicate and durable machines that don't have their own ideas. This is what the Jordanian government wants {professionals}."
Torea, who gradually followed Zhou Li's train of thought, felt a chill in her heart. At this time, she realized something.
“Yes, in the process, the Gospels are really evangelizing.”
Let ordinary people become professionals with special powers, and let the government and wealthy businessmen obtain tireless advanced tools.
From beginning to end, the Gospels engage in no activity of resistance or repression. It just like its name, continues to spread the gospel.
The only pity is that after the gospel infects human desires, it becomes the roar of disaster.
"Why did he do this? A group of insensitive professionals, what can he gain by creating this?"
Faced with Torea's doubts, Zhou Li did not answer immediately. He took off the Grand Consul Medal from his chest and placed it on the table beside him. In the dim light, the medal was dyed with a gray halo, and the medal that was originally full of righteousness looked very chaotic in the light.
"You said that no one except you remembered me before I came to Jordan."
"That's right."
Torea nodded. No one could fully remember Zhou Li before they seized the opportunity to open a gap in the barrier and entered Jordan in the fleeting gap.
"Then, let me ask you..."
Black mist wrapped around the medal, and at this moment, Torea felt that her breathing was a little difficult. Because she also thought about this problem.
"Why does the Yingnan government know I'm here?"
Like thunder, Torea felt the roar in her mind. At this moment, Torea seemed to be in an ice cave, her whole body wrapped in a cold breath.
Yes, if the world has forgotten Zhou Li, who gave them this medal and the letter of appointment?
At this time, when Torea faced the medal that symbolized glory and judgment, she was no longer as calm as before. The medal engraved with sword and shield patterns stared at him coldly like a ouroboros, ready to go.
"Why did he do this?"
Another question, but this time, Torea felt as if her voice was trapped in gel, which was very difficult. Zhou Li picked up the medal and lightly brushed the lines on it with his fingers. After a long time, he spoke.
"When a group of professionals who had lost their dignity and faith were once again crushed by disaster, and surrounded by endless despair, a man suddenly appeared and gave them hope. So, what will this man be called?"
"hero."
"What will he gain?"
"The reverence of this insensitive group of professionals."
"No."
Facing this seemingly obvious answer, Zhou Li shook his head and rejected Torea's answer. Under her shocked expression, Zhou Li slowly spoke:
"A hero does not get reverence. All he gets is blind admiration."
"People will crazyly regard this hero as everything to them, and the long-term depression and pain will completely burst out in an instant and be vented on this hero. By then, this hero will become their backbone and their soul."
"But this..."
Faced with Tolea's hesitant words, Zhou Li sneered and helped her complete the question.
"But isn't this better? The hero has fans, and the confused has souls. It's the best of both worlds."
"Yes...that's what I want to say."
Torea nodded, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, because she could see the sarcastic smile on Zhou Li's face.
"Don't forget, the word I'm talking about is catharsis."
"Professionals, a group of professionals who have been suppressed to the extreme and have lost all dignity. After a moment of gratitude, they will ask for unrestrained heroes."
"They will say, you have helped us once, you should help us a second time. You saved us, and we deserve to be saved by you."
"Because you are a hero."
"When the heroes are unable to continue to pay the demands of these professionals, the originally docile lambs in front of the government will show their teeth. They will vent all the suffering they have suffered before on this hero who can no longer help themselves and has lost all value. On the body."
"Don't forget, they are professionals. Professionals with extraordinary power."
There was nothing left in Torea's mind. Only then did she understand why Zhou Li had always resisted the title of hero, and why he had always treated everyone with high pressure. Even if he allowed more civilians to survive, he still survived under violent law enforcement one after another.
They will be grateful to Zhou Li, but they will also be afraid of Zhou Li.
Only then did Torea understand why Zhou Li couldn't save the city himself. Because the Jordanians have forgotten their dignity and faith, unconditional salvation will only breed uncontrolled demands, which will eventually backfire on Zhou Li.
He did not want to be a savior, a god or an emperor. Zhou Li is a tyrant. He loves his subjects, but he wants these chicks to have their own wings and let them fly by themselves. Even if this process causes the chick's wings to be torn, its teeth to be chipped, or its life to be lost, Zhou Li will not hesitate.
"I don't know why the Gospels wanted to create that scene, but I know that when a group of sheep that have been suppressed for years taste blood, they are the most terrifying grotesques in the world."
When this sentence penetrated into Torea's ears, she, who had always been interested in Jordan's weirdness, remembered a long-lost story.
"Thomasin, who created a thousand weird stories, used his own blood as ink and his own bones as pen to write the last weird story in his last moments."
"That weird name is..."
"Humanity."
The vampire wants blood, the werewolf wants to kill, the succubus wants love, Frankenstein wants to cause destruction, and the skeleton wants to get the gospel.
But humans are more grotesque than grotesque. The amount of blood that officials draw from the people is more than a vampire can achieve in his lifetime. The horrific war launched by humans made the bloodthirsty werewolves tremble. Those disgusting love stories between nobles make the succubus feel ashamed. The destruction caused by Frankenstein cannot even be matched by one ten thousandth of Yingnan's weapons of destruction.
The most greedy people for the gospel are humans.
"Plague, war, death, famine."
The names of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse came out of Zhou Li's mouth, like thunder, which was deafening.
"The Gospels never created them."
With a sarcastic smile on his face, Zhou Li knew the truth about the so-called Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse when he saw the appearance of the human being with the ominous sign of death.
"The people who created the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are precisely the humans who hate them the most."
Dirty causes plague, greed causes war, war brings death, and oppression creates famine.
There is no human being in every word, and there is no human being in every word.
"I still remember that Mrs. Meia and the Werewolf Duke both said something before they died, saying {I don't want to go back, the book is not home}."
"So, if reality is the home of the grotesque, then whose home was the Gospel?"
The question had already been answered, and in the blink of an eye, two words appeared in Torea's mind.
Humanity.
"Human beings are the weird ones."
"This is impossible!"
At this time, Azi pushed open the door and walked in. She had been listening to the shocking news behind the door. She was completely lost. Her eyes were full of confusion and struggle. "How can human beings be weird? If human beings are weird, how can we have anything?" Where’s all this history?”
"Yes, you're right."
Zhou Li nodded, and then asked calmly: "What if I add a premise."
"Only humans in Yingnan are weird?"
Then, everything is explained.
A long time ago, Yingnan's real master was Weirdness.
The humans in Yingnan are "grotesques" created by a man named Tomazhen. Later, for some unknown reason, the human and grotesque worlds reversed, humans entered Yingnan, and grotesqueness entered the book.
Now the Gospels reappear in Jordan, and their purpose is self-evident.
"The grotesques were separated from the light by the Gospels, so that the dark grotesques could appear in the real world. Jordan's professionals have been squeezed before, and the kindness has long been wiped out, leaving only the dark side."
"When I became a hero, I was given all the hopes of the people of Jordan. By then, I was the light of these people. As I said before, sooner or later, as a hero, I will be recognized by these people. Swallowed by evil thoughts, that is to say, it is darkness that finally kills the bright side of these people.”
"At that time, just like the dark weirdness that appears in the real world, humans who have been eroded by darkness can return to books."
Zhou Li's speculation left Tolea and Azi speechless. They didn't know what to say. It was only now that they learned the terrifying truth from Zhou Li. Only then did they realize that the Gospels were more terrifying than anyone imagined.
"It's a pity that I still failed."
At this time, there was a knock on the door. The cells in Torea's body suddenly emitted warning signals. The spear was tightly held in her hand, and the tip of the spear with a cold light was pointed at the door. The tight palm expressed Torea's nervousness at this time.
"come in…"
As if he had expected it, Zhou Li closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. The door was pushed open, revealing the person behind the door.
He has a slender body, wearing a top hat, and a black windbreaker that looks slightly dim under the light. Roja took off his hat, bowed slightly, with an indifferent smile on his face that he had never seen before, and politely said to the astonished people:
"Reintroduce yourself."
“I am the agent of the Gospel in this world and the true master of the Gospel.”
Stretching out his hand, a book with strange leather and engraved invisible words slowly appeared in Roja's hand. He closed the book and placed it on his chest, moving his waist slightly, using concise and precise gentlemanly etiquette, as frighteningly precise as a machine.
"Your Majesty, Thomas Roja."
