(Are you crazy?! Are you just turning a blind eye to the lives of millions of people?!)
(Calm down! Calm down! This is the life of a city, you can’t do this!)
The words on the wall were distorted to varying degrees. It was obvious that Roja was in a hurry now. After several months of contact, Luo Ya felt that he had seen through Zhou Li and this man who seemed crazy but was actually calm.
However, he was wrong.
Zhou Li is a complete madman.
He has completely regarded more than 10 million human lives as bargaining chips that can be used for studing at any time, and what frightens Roja the most is that Zhou Li has no psychological burden at all for his actions, as if those human lives are really just a pile of A gold coin is a measure of value. Throw it out, just throw it out.
"oh?"
Zhou Li raised his eyebrows, and this time, he smiled happily.
"I told you, don't worry. If you worry, others will find your flaws. Didn't I teach you?"
(You are a brave man, you should not put so many lives on these explosives!)
Without answering Zhou Li's question directly, Luo Ya knew that he had already shown his cowardice when he stopped Zhou Li from committing suicide in the first place. But he had to do this. If Zhou Li really went crazy and killed everyone in the city, not only would he not be able to establish an utopia, but he would also bear the terrifying name of massacre of the city.
"none of your business?"
With a disdainful laugh, Zhou Li folded his arms and held the sword against his throat. He looked at the characters left in the gospel and asked jokingly: "You criminal kidnapped me morally. Who gave me the answer?" Your confidence?"
"There are only 10 million people. If you die, you will die. Just like the solution to the magic car problem I had back then, a drift will kill you. How can there be so many confusing choices?"
Zhou Li's violent remarks made Luo Yahan almost burst out of the book. He felt dizzy and didn't know what to say.
Torea on the side felt her hands and feet were cold and she was sweating all over.
The scene in front of him now is that Zhou Li, surrounded by black mist, is stepping on the table, holding a sword in his right hand, and pointing at the wall with his left hand. His face is full of arrogance and domineering. He belongs to the image of a terrorist who can be killed first and tried later on the street. . If someone else saw this scene, they would definitely think this:
The brave man who wanted to create a new world of the gospel encountered the terrifying demon who placed 10 million people on time bombs.
Now, Roja felt regret spreading in his heart. If he had known this, he would never have shown up to talk to Zhou Li about his return, but now it was too late, the situation had reversed, and Zhou Li had the absolute right to speak.
Roja never imagined that a person could care so little about human life. Am I the villain or are you the villain? I'm obviously the mastermind behind this, so why am I here to dissuade you from killing people? what's the situation?
"Now, it's your choice."
Zhou Li opened his mouth, vividly embodying his fine tradition of stamping his nose on his face, and said unceremoniously: "Hand over the gospel obediently, and I will not ignite the black powder. By then, I will get what I want, you Saved the city, best of both worlds.”
You are the villain, right? Why do you even use the word rescue?
Without delving into Zhou Li's wording, Luo Ya quickly wrote: (Impossible, if humans continue to be in the hotbed without making progress, the gods will harvest everyone sooner or later. I must keep the fire)
"Do you know why I stopped you?"
Zhou Li suddenly spoke. He took back his arrogant and domineering expression and replaced it with a mocking smile.
(I don't understand)
(Mr. Zhou Li, I have never wanted to harm mankind. All I want to do is to preserve the fire of hope for mankind. You should not stop me)
"Let me tell you a story."
Zhou Li seemed to have thought of something. He sighed, put down the long sword in his hand, sat cross-legged on the table, and spoke slowly: "I will tell you a story about invasion."
(All ears)
"The story is very simple. There was a low-level civilization that accidentally created a huge trumpet. He sent out a signal in the dark world, hoping to get a kind reply."
"He did get a reply, a reply from a high-level civilization. But the content of the reply was not well-intentioned. On the contrary, it was a notification."
"Hello, we will destroy you in one year."
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, Zhou Li turned the black mist in his hand, his tone was slightly mocking, "This is the answer of a higher civilization."
"According to the calculations of scientists and professionals, the power of this advanced civilization is countless times greater than that of lower civilizations. It is so powerful that lower civilizations can never catch up. It is easy for higher civilizations to destroy their own civilization."
"Then at this time, three factions emerged within this low-level civilization."
Stretching out three fingers, Zhou Li retracted his index finger first and said, "The first faction is called the resistance faction."
"The resistance faction, as the name suggests, is to use all its strength to resist. It is the mainstream of this low-level civilization."
Pressing down his second finger, Zhou Li continued: "The second faction is called the Fugitive Faction. Because the distribution of escapes could not be fair and just, this faction was quickly abandoned and turned to underground activities."
"The third faction is called capitulationism."
The corners of Zhou Li's mouth raised slightly, and his right hand was like a fist, but it looked weak and weak. "The lower civilization asked the higher civilization to store their brains in a beautiful virtual world. In this world, the lower civilization would Achieve a perfect life, no oppression, no war, just inexhaustible resources.”
(I did not ask for peace from the gods!)
"Don't worry."
After smiling, Zhou Li continued gently: "This faction was suppressed at first because it seemed to be no different from escapeism and was a cowardly act. But slowly, as the fleets of higher civilizations gradually Approaching, capitulationism slowly began to take hold.”
"The reason is very simple. Capitulationism is extremely fair. Everyone can enter this beautiful virtual world. People gradually discover that instead of accepting squeeze and shrinking resources in the real world preparing for war, it seems that the virtual world is not so It’s not easy to accept. On the contrary, the real world seems even crueler.”
Roya was silent.
He gradually understood the meaning of Zhou Li's story.
"Guess what the ending of the story is?"
Zhou Li threw the question to Luo Ya, but this time, Luo Ya did not answer quickly. Instead, he fell into a long silence.
"The ending of the story is simple, the surrendering faction wins."
He smiled, as if he was very satisfied with the outcome, and said happily: "Humanity has conducted twelve large-scale voting, and in the penultimate voting, the support rate of the surrendering faction was as high as 92%. In the final vote the next day, the surrendering faction's support rate reached 100 percent."
"Because the remaining eight percent were killed by ninety-two percent of public opinion."
An sarcastic and mocking look appeared on Zhou Li's face, along with lingering sadness, "In the end, the higher civilization easily took over the world of the lower civilization. Without any resistance, There was no rebellion, everything was so logical and without any resistance.”
"The final price that advanced civilization pays is to regularly replace two batteries in a huge machine. To them, this work is ridiculously cheap, and they send an illiterate person who, to them, has never read a book to take charge. This matter will eventually plunder all the resources in the world of lower civilizations."
"but…"
A turning point occurred, a turning point that shocked Torea and others.
"Capitulationism was not called this name at the very beginning."
With his long sword against the wall, Zhou Li stood up, his expression neither happy nor sad, and told the cruel truth.
"It's called: Project Tinder."
"Put the elites of civilization in the virtual world, follow the spaceship secretly built by escapism to leave this world, and wait for an opportunity to take back your own world."
"Do you know why Project Tinder ended up being capitulationism?"
The tip of the sword pierced the wall, Zhou Li narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly said under Roja's confused gaze, "It's very simple."
"Because humans are always selfish."
Why? Why can't I escape from this world? Why should I place all my hopes on my frozen brain? Why should I die?
Why, I'm not a fire type?
When countless reasons intersect and finally condense into turbulent public opinion, even if your plan is to let the virtual world retain the fire of the world, it will become a virtual world of eternal happiness for human beings to live. You want the human race to have hope, but human beings just want themselves to live.
So Project Tinder turned into capitulationism.
"Now, do you understand?"
Zhou Li looked at the wall with no words in front of him, not worried that Roja had disappeared, "That's why I want to stop you."
(It’s different! This is different!)
Excited words emerged, and Roja quickly wrote: (I can control the gospel world, I will not let capitulationism appear, I will let humans in the gospel world develop rapidly and directly confront gods)
(I am resisting! Not fleeing!)
"What do you do when an ant waves its mouthparts at you?"
Zhou Li ignored the excited Luo Ya and asked an abrupt question. Roja didn't react. It took him a long time before he hesitated to give the answer.
(I will ignore it)
“What would you do if an ant was about to drag your long-sought treasure into its nest and hide it?”
(Track and then seize the treasure)
"Then if the treasure is a poisonous substance and the ants don't know it, but they move it into their nest, what will you do?"
(I...I won't pay attention)
"So, although lower civilizations have low levels of civilization, their intelligence is not low. They have long known the consequences of the Fire Project once it is leaked, and have long listed the Fire Project as the highest level of confidentiality. Let me ask you, why Will the public know about the existence of Project Tinder in just a few days?”
Luo Ya was just about to answer "human selfishness". Suddenly, he remembered Zhou Li's previous question. Soon, a chill appeared in his mind, piercing every inch of his nerves like needles. ".
"It was a higher civilization that leaked these plans."
"Because they know that this plan, which seems like a threat, is actually a deadly poison to humans."
"Guess, are the gods fools?"
"You are holding their imitation artifact. Do you think the gods don't know your plan?"
This sentence penetrated Luo Ya's chest like a sharp sword. He stared at Zhou Li blankly in the book. At this time, he finally remembered.
The Gospels...are produced by the Church of Literature.
"Do you really think I've been fighting you?"
With a sneer, Zhou Li retracted his sword, his voice filled with a cold breath, "Roya, do you really think I guessed your identity at the end?"
"A person who has something to do with the Gospels at all times, who follows me all the time, who always appears at the most appropriate time when events happen, and who connects with me."
"Slowly continue the "story" named Zhou Li, and from time to time I will come forward to add settings. You will always look at me like a bystander. To be honest, Roya, you are the worst person I have ever seen. The mastermind behind it."
With a disappointed look, Zhou Li shook his head and sighed: "Roya, I'm sorry to tell you."
"Whether it's those weirdos, the Death Omen, Most, or you, I have never regarded you as a real opponent."
(I can't stop the floods!)
There was no struggle or madness. Roja, who figured everything out in an instant, wanted to stop the endless rainstorm. However, he was shocked to find that he had lost control of the gospel.
(The Gospels are manipulating me! He is manipulating me!)
(Kill me, Zhou Li! Kill me!!!)
(He...he is watching...Thomas is not dead, no, he is dead, no!!! He is not Thomas at all, he is the god of literature!!!)
(Kill me!!!)
(I'm all around you!)
"Huh~"
With a long sigh of relief, Zhou Li closed his eyes. He knew the answer Luo Ya gave him. There were no words of farewell or any comfort. Zhou Li just silently raised his sword and closed his eyes.
The heavy rain and thunder outside never stopped, and under Torea's stunned look, black mist covered the wall next to everyone, and then exploded.
The rumbling sound was covered by the thunder, but it was louder than the thunder in the ears of Lin Zi and Torea. When the wall was exploded by black mist under everyone's astonished gaze, layers of paper written with various fonts flew out from the ruins, falling like snowflakes in the heavy rain.
Zhou Li stabbed the long sword into the paper at his feet and turned it over. On the paper used as the cover, a line of dark gold text appeared in everyone's sight.
"Royal"
His eyes are like a torch and his momentum is like a rainbow. Zhou Li held the Sword of Power high, his expression indifferent, and black mist and lightning flashed all over his body. The rain fell on his shoulders, but it melted instantly.
"The only thing I really fight against is the gods."
