Life Dungeon Game

This leads to the poor getting poorer and the rich getting richer.

The author uses one word to summarize the wealth taken from the poor: 'interest'.

Before explaining his own theory, the author first described the research findings he obtained from ancient materials dating back to before the Great Cataclysm.

Before the world was filled with strange beasts and the overall environment was underdeveloped, people relied on the land for survival, and the land was humanity's primary resource.

With social development and land consolidation, some people will own a lot of land, while others will lose their land for various reasons.

Those who have no land borrow land from those who have land to cultivate.

A portion of the harvested grain is given to the landowner as payment for the use of the land; this is called 'land rent' (tenant rent).

The author here gives a new definition to 'land rent', namely 'interest on land'—the 'interest' that a person who owns land can collect without doing any labor, simply because he owns the land and rents it out.

Here, the author assumes an extreme scenario in which only two people are involved in the entire process: the landowner who owns the land and the tenant who rents the land.

The tenants completed all the labor and harvested the grain, while the landlord did nothing, yet wanted to take away a portion of the grain that belonged to the tenants.

Here, labor is not the only basis for distribution; there is another basis, namely land.

The land here actually represents 'resources'.

Those who control more resources will naturally rely on renting out their resources to "take away" a portion of the fruits of labor from those who do not have resources.

Initially, this 'interest on land' was regulated, and landlords would not demand exorbitant 'interest' from their tenants without restraint.

Because if a landlord raises the rent, the tenants can simply go to other landlords with cheaper rents to borrow land, and the whole market will form a dynamic balance.

Of course, landlords are a community of shared interests, and they will gradually and spontaneously form alliances.

As time went by, more and more land began to fall into the hands of the same landlord or the same landlord's faction. In such a situation, tenants increasingly lost their choice, and the power to set the 'land interest,' or rent, was completely controlled by the landlord.

These landlords would continuously increase rents, taking more of the fruits of labor from their tenants, accumulating more resources for themselves, and purchasing more land.

Until the tenants' remaining labor is insufficient to support themselves, driving them to the brink of death, or due to some natural disaster that causes the tenants to enter a dead end prematurely, ultimately leading to the collapse and reconstruction of the entire system.

The author of this book also emphasizes here that this knowledge was found from fragmented materials and is incomplete; in fact, the influencing factors are diverse.

The author then compares this pre-cataclysmic knowledge with the current state of the Federation.

He believes that the current federation is no different from the ancient stage of the world before the cataclysm, except that the key resource determining the distribution of the fruits of labor has changed from 'land' to 'wealth', which encompasses a much broader range.

The person who owns the house can earn 'interest on the house' from the tenant without doing any work.

Financial companies can earn interest on loans from borrowers without any or very little labor, a sum far exceeding the value of their labor.

The factory owner actually puts in far less labor than the factory workers, but because he owns the factory and all its production machinery, he can take a portion of the fruits of labor produced by all the workers in the factory. This is the "factory interest".

Therefore, the wealthier a person is, the more real estate, factories, investments, and loans they own, the more they can rely on various 'interests'

By taking away the fruits of others' labor, his wealth will increase even more.

Poor laborers, because their labor surplus is 'taken away,' spend most of their remaining labor results on survival needs, and are unable to form effective wealth accumulation to collect 'interest' from others, thus becoming even poorer.

Ultimately, the rich get richer and the poor get poorer.

The descendants of the wealthy are more likely to become rich by reaping the benefits of others' labor, building upon the foundation laid by their ancestors. In contrast, the poor, lacking any accumulation of wealth, often find themselves in the same predicament as their ancestors, with their fruits of labor being taken away, unable to accumulate enough wealth.

This is the fundamental rule governing the distribution of 'wealth' in this world.

Distribution is prioritized according to wealth, with those who are wealthier taking the 'interest' on their wealth, while the rest are distributed to a certain extent according to their labor.

At the end of the book, the author also stated that his research results still contain many errors and omissions. Many parts of the book use idealized models, and there are various other intervening factors in the complete operation of society. The content of this book cannot fully represent how the world works.

He is still collecting more information to enrich his research.

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Lina closed the book, and before she knew it, she had walked down to the living room.

She felt her mind go blank, as she had never encountered this kind of knowledge in her past life.

She had never seen these arguments and books on any website or forum.

She felt as if a door to a new world was opening before her.

"finish watching?"

A voice rang in her ear.

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Lina looked up and was surprised to find Heo sitting on the sofa in front of her.

As she walked and pondered, she nearly bumped into He Ao.

"Um,"

She nodded slightly, wanting to share something with He Ao, but then remembered that given the book's age, he must have flipped through it countless times, and her understanding was probably quite superficial. So she carefully kept her mouth shut and just nodded.

"sit down."

He Ao pointed to the sofa next to him.

Lena carefully sat down, only then noticing that the projection screen in front of her was lit up, and a man in a silver suit was giving a loud speech.

The speakers in the living room seemed to be specially designed; the sound could only be clearly heard from behind the sofa when one was seated, and was very weak when one stood up, so much so that Lina hadn't even noticed it.

“Christos,” Heo said softly, watching Lina stare at the figure on the screen, “is the running mate of Joseph Seall, the strong candidate for mayor of Dawn City this year and the author of the book you’re holding.”

"what?"

Lina was taken aback. "I thought this author was a scholar."

“He is a scholar,” He Ao replied calmly.

"Joseph Searle is an economics professor at Dawn University. He received his doctorate from the Federal Business School in Irons, the federal capital. After graduating, he spent three years traveling throughout the federal country. The book you have in your hand was published during his travels."

"Wasn't this book published ten years ago?" Lina asked, somewhat surprised. "He became a professor only a little over a decade after graduating with his doctorate?"

In the federal government, professor is a very high title, basically meaning someone who is highly respected, and the vast majority of professors are the heads of their respective departments.

Many people don't get promoted to professor until they retire with gray hair.

Lena, who had attended university, knew very well how difficult it was to become a professor at a university. Joseph Searle, on the other hand, had graduated with his doctorate more than ten years ago and was only in his early forties, not yet fifty, yet he had already become a professor. He could basically be described as exceptionally talented.

But then Lina thought about the book in her hand and realized it made perfect sense.

However, there was one question Lina had wanted to ask from the beginning, and since we were discussing it, she asked softly, "Has the book produced any further research findings? After all, it's been ten years since it was published..."

"This book has no sequel,"

He Ao stared at the screen and shook his head slightly. "His author is still conducting further investigations."

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“A few months ago, when I decided to run for mayor, my running mate, Searle, asked me, ‘What if you lose?’ Yes, what if you lose?”

The square lights shone on Christos's face as he stood upright, gazing at the sea of ​​people below.

“Since I started my campaign, I have survived 73 assassination attempts. They’ve planted explosives under my car, put deadly poison in my coffee. They’ve gone to any lengths to try to eliminate a candidate who threatens them, outside of the election.”

"I believe you've all seen all sorts of strange little ads, in which I'm with thirty-two married women..."

She had 'unsafe relationships' and 'seduced' twenty-seven married men.

"When they want to smear someone, they don't need any evidence. They just need to fabricate a disgusting 'story,' then spend money to continuously run advertisements so that everyone sees these 'stories,' making people tired of that person. That's how they achieve their goal."

"But why, why this time, did their dirty tricks fail? Why am I still standing here giving this speech? Is it because they've spent less money? Is it because fewer people are seeing those ads?"

"No, it's because those of you standing here will no longer be fooled by them!"

"Among those standing here, there may be survivors who came out of the Nolde Tower Sky Theater a few months ago. You should remember Roy, the hero who saved thousands of lives."

"Before the Sky Theater incident, he asked me a question, 'Who can represent the Federation?'"

“Back then, I couldn’t give him an answer, but now, I want to give the answer to you who are standing here.”

"Who can represent the Federation? Is it those conglomerates that control the media, leave all workers hungry and cold, assassinate political opponents at will, and relentlessly smear their enemies, who claim to be the rulers of the Federation?"

"no!"

"Are they the politicians who take money from conglomerates, live extravagantly, never fulfill their campaign promises, and even help conglomerates introduce regulations that oppress workers?"

"no!"

"The Federation does not belong to any particular group of people, but to all the people of the Federation. You who stand here are the true masters of the Federation!"

"The Federation belongs to you, and Dawn City belongs to you too!"

"I stand here today to reveal the truth of this world: Dawn belongs to the people, and the Federation belongs to the people."

"Even if I fail, even if I die before dawn, someone will still step over my corpse. No one can stop the dawn from coming, no one can stop us. The light of dawn will dispel all the darkness in this world."

He raised his hands high and shouted.

"Long live the dawn! Long live the people!"

"Long live the dawn! Long live the people!"

A thunderous response erupted in the square.

It seemed to be the echo of one person's voice, or it seemed to be the voices of all people merging into one.

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He Ao pulled his gaze away from the television and sank back into the soft sofa.

Lena's cheeks were flushed an unnatural red; she was caught up in the emotion of Christos's speech and felt somewhat excited.

He felt his bracelet vibrate. He raised his hand and looked at the bracelet. A new message popped up.

The message came from Director Jerome.

[Mr. Vian, according to Philip's confession, the person who planted the bomb under your car was a man named Yarid from Dawn City. Philip assisted in his operation, and he is currently most likely still in Kaya City.]

[OK, thanks

He replied to the message, his gaze returning to the screen that was already playing Christos' campaign ads, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

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