Abstraction for a bad world

Chapter 209 "Rejection will only make the sweet rain of fate bitter" (4k)

At noon on the observation tower, the boy in gorgeous clothes and the angel shrouded in iron and steel looked at each other.

Randkiel was silent for a while and looked at the execution platform in the distance. He scanned the faces of the prisoners one after another and saw fear, confusion, absent-mindedness, and constant praying and anger.

He had seen such expressions and such scenes many times.

"Your Highness."

The angel asked calmly, "What exactly do you want to tell me?"

"You said that we are all your people... I don't deny that. On the contrary, I am happy that you have such a sense of responsibility at your age."

"But," the angel paused, "what do you mean by saying this to me during the public execution?"

"I'm sorry that Dekiel is so dull that he can't understand your highness's good intentions."

Of course, this wasn't the angel's sarcasm or hidden sarcasm, but his genuine doubts.

——Randkiel really couldn’t understand why his Highness would compare those guys who had committed crimes and had been sentenced to death with other people who obeyed the law and lived a good life.

The thoughts of angels have always been so simple and pure, and that is why they can become angels.

The boy silently gazed at the execution platform in the distance, and his eyes closed the moment the guillotine fell.

He couldn't help but sigh:
"Randkiel, you are an angel and you follow every law, that's good."

"But don't you think that the current laws and punishments are too heavy?"

The boy took in all the blood, then held it in his eyes as he looked into Randkiel's eyes.

The angel's cold white face bathed in sunlight is so sacred and inviolable.

"Your Highness, you are too gentle." Ran Dekiel shook his head and said coldly to the boy for the first time: "If the law is not strict, how can anyone abide by it... What's more, they are just a group of fools who don't even understand the law and human language."

The angel recalled those unbearable scenes and became more determined in his thoughts:

"If there is anything in the world that can teach these fools, it is only blood and death."

Ran Dekiel rarely obeyed the boy, but instead put forward his own opinion in a cold and firm manner - because he knew the boy's personality and thoughts well, and if he could say something out loud, he must have rehearsed it in his mind hundreds or thousands of times.

Randkiel wanted to change the boy's mind.

——That’s how Yuan Qingzhuo felt.

"They are neither educated nor literate, are they?"

Strangely, the boy turned to Randkiel and asked him a question. Then he got the angel's answer:

"This is true."

So the boy laughed: "In that case, Randekiel, how can you expect a group of people who can't even read to understand the hundreds of laws and know what to do and what not to do?"

"It is precisely because they have not received an education that they can only be educated by the death that is happening before their eyes. It is impossible to expect people who have never learned to read since birth to succumb to the principles and rules in the books you talk about."

The angel remained silent and did not respond.

The boy continued to say to the stern-faced angel, "Since this is the fact, why do you only want to kill, kill, kill, and not want to change this so-called ridiculous fact?"

"—Is it because killing is easier for you?"

"That's not the case... Your Highness..."

Ran Dekiel opened his mouth, but didn't know how to defend himself.

He has always been accustomed to talking to the enemy with the knife and sword in his hand, rather than using his words to argue useless things to the enemy.

Fortunately, the boy did not intend to torture Randkiel here - on the contrary, this was the least important part.

It doesn't matter what Ran Dekiel thought or did before.

Because that has already passed and cannot be changed.

——Also because he will be changed by himself today.

"You have to understand one thing, Randkiel, my guardian angel." The boy seemed to smell the smell of iron in the air, so he became more serious: "Whether people obey the law or not is not positively correlated with the severity and enforcement of the law."

"Besides, the current laws are indeed too harsh. Do you think stealing a loaf of bread is as serious as killing someone in public on the street?"

Subconsciously, the angel did not think about the complicated legal provisions, but shook his head instinctively: "Of course it's different..."

"——But they will all die, beheaded by a guillotine in front of everyone, and their families may have to live under the pointing and ridicule of others for the rest of their lives."

The boy asked back: "Is this reasonable?"

"It seems that you also think it's not reasonable. That's good." The boy smiled from the bottom of his heart: "There are so many people in my future. How can I let them live in such fear?"

Ran Dekiel looked up at the azure sky - the boy's words were tantamount to saying to the current Mercy in person, "What kind of bullshit laws are you making? I want to replace you, get out of here!"

——Fortunately, I had anticipated this and covered this area with a barrier.

"Your Highness..."

Ran Dekiel wanted to say something to the boy, but was interrupted by him.

"——I want my people to have enough food and warm clothes every year, and everyone can go to school for free, learn to read, and recognize the law."

"——I want them to be convinced by the right principles and words in the future, and to know their mistakes, instead of being intimidated by death and waiting for the next mistake with anger in their hearts."

"——I want to tear up this damn law right now and replace it with a better one... I support blood debt with blood, but I don't want to see the same punishment for all crimes."

The boy tilted his head and held out his hand to Randkiel: "Are you willing to still support me after knowing all this, my guardian angel?"

"Your Highness, please forgive me for being frank. You are still young..."

"People's cognitive level is also not positively correlated with age." The boy raised his chin. "If you want to refuse, just say so. I will respect any idea - but you have to remember that I will not allow any thorns to block my path."

"How could it be, Your Highness?"

Twelve dazzling wings unfolded at some point, and rain of golden light fell down. The angel known as the legend knelt on one knee in front of the boy and carefully and cautiously lifted his hand.

The angel lowered his head and gently placed the back of his hand against his forehead.

"——I am honored to hear these words and to be invited by Your Highness."

In the silence, Randkiel suddenly heard the boy say another sentence:

"It's my birthday tomorrow, what flavor of cake do I want?"

Ran Dekiel was stunned and didn't react.

He thought he heard wrongly.

It was not until the boy left humming an unknown song that Randkiel looked up and saw the short figure and then he vaguely realized it.

His Highness will be celebrating his tenth birthday tomorrow.

Time flies. Under the gaze of Yuan Qingzhuo, who was already immersed in the story, the boy's body grew taller in a short while and became a true young man.

He is well-dressed and has a tall and straight figure.

There were many beautiful princesses and princesses who wanted to marry him, but the young man had never even met them once.

Ran Dekiel tried to persuade him many times, saying that since so many distinguished princes had come from afar, he should at least go and see them, but the young man just asked:

"——If I marry them, will the lives of my people be better?"

If possible, the young man would do it without hesitation - he also values ​​himself, but he is only one in ten million among the vast crowd.

If one in ten million could be exchanged for the happiness of all the rest, that would be perfect.

But obviously, this is impossible.

If the world would change because of the marriage of a prince and a princess, the world would have been destroyed countless times.

So Randhir never mentioned this matter again.

One afternoon during afternoon tea, the sturdy young man threw pieces of cake into his mouth. He stared at the red sunset in the distance and suddenly spoke to Randkiel who was standing silently beside him:
"You know... this world, the Mercury Heaven where I live, the Seventh Heaven where we live, is essentially unsalvageable."

The young man looked at the exquisitely crafted pastry in his hand and took another bite without hesitation: "Because extraordinary and non-extraordinary are natural classes."

"——As long as supernatural power exists, class division and unfair oppression will never disappear."

The young man suddenly felt a little lost:

"It doesn't seem to make any difference whether the person in power is my father, me, or a pig that only knows how to open its mouth to eat and close its eyes to sleep."

Ran Dekiel didn't know how to comfort people, so he could only shut up and be a good listener.

He was just about to put up another barrier just in case, but was shocked to find that the barrier was already there.

The young man shrugged: "I'm not the careless kid I used to be."

"I'm actually very confused. Well, I should say I was confused before - why are there so many angels, but ordinary people are still left to farm, work, and do other work?"

"It's obvious that an ordinary angel can be equivalent to the labor of a hundred ordinary people, but even if people let that angel take a vacation, they are unwilling to let him devote himself to the labor of ordinary people."

The young man flipped open a book full of notes. He tapped the paper with his pen, leaving thick ink marks on it. "I was very surprised at first, but then I found that it seemed that this was everyone's perception - so I realized that the extraordinary is a natural class."

"Randkiel, what do you think... In a world without the supernatural, can everyone be equal? ​​Will all the injustice and oppression disappear?"

The angel stood like a statue.

he does not know.

He didn't quite understand the meaning of class that His Highness was talking about, nor did he quite understand what the so-called "liberation of productivity" and "labor relations" meant.

However, Dekiel only knew that the road His Highness was about to take would be full of thorns that would hinder him.

And he will become the sword that clears away these thorns.

The young man didn't say anything else.

So Yuan Qingzhuo certainly didn't know what he was thinking later:

——If you want to change the current situation, there are two ways.

——The first is to slaughter all the extraordinary people and all the angels, and then destroy all the objects that record the inheritance, and completely cut off and eradicate the extraordinary from the Mercury sky!
This method will probably take about one or two thousand years.

And he and Randkiel would be the insurance to ensure the completion of this plan.

Unfortunately not.

Because there are seven heavens in this world.

Therefore, the second method is derived.

—Let all his people achieve extraordinary things from the moment they are born.

May everyone in the world be like a dragon.

If this could reduce the injustice and oppression in the world, that would be great.

The abyss has arrived.

Without any warning, a large area of ​​the sky was enveloped, plunging the moon sky into an endless war.

His father, the former Mercy, went to the front line in Moon Sky to provide support.

Then died.

At the moment she placed the crown on her head, Mercy felt that she would be very happy and relieved.

Because his father was walking on the opposite path to him after all.

If he didn’t die, he would probably have no choice but to launch a rebellion by force—otherwise the remaining time would not be enough for Mercy to see the society he envisioned.

Now my father is dead.

But Mercy just felt like she couldn’t breathe.

At the moment when she placed the crown on her head, Mercy raised her head and stared at the darkness that was getting bigger and closer.

——It was as if it was going to swallow up my ideals and hopes.

After easily suppressing the rebellion and killing countless people, Mercy did not breathe a sigh of relief, nor did he experience the slightest bit of the so-called beauty of power.

——The new king just became more silent, and he tossed and turned at night, unable to sleep.

Randkiel, who specializes in military force, can only see these on the surface.

Suddenly, one day, Ran Dekiel saw the haggard Xin Wang Chao and asked, "Rand Kiel, is my choice to become the king correct?"

The angel was silent, just like his answer on the lookout tower that day.

So Mercy smiled for the first time in a long time: "The abyss wants to swallow us, turn everything I have, my people into nothingness... But I choose to reject Him."

Mercy stared into the deep darkness, as if looking into eyes from the abyss.

He whispered softly:
"I reject."
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Yuan Qingzhuo roughly knew what happened next.

Discuss the feasibility of the plan with Randkiel, recall him from the front line, and let the angels stationed in all towns return to the royal city.

Then, the war on the front line gradually collapsed, and civilians were slaughtered indiscriminately.

But unlike what was seen in the War God Festival, in this memory, even when the war collapsed, there were always two people who managed to maintain the existence of the battle line.
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The memory ends here.

Yuan Qingzhuo put down his crown and breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)