Uchiha, but a Brahmin!

"Oh! NO!"

The black-skinned pigs watched this scene in despair, finally realizing that things were different now.

"Alright, you nerds, let's get sterilized! Come on, line up properly, don't fight!"

The staff member picked up the microphone again and began giving instructions.

This time, the Niggs did not run away or cause a disturbance; instead, they lined up in utter despair and agony.

"Come, come! Take this, and you'll never have any worldly desires again!"

The staff member injected a vial of white medicine into the body of the nigger in front of them, talking happily.

"Fuck! That damn guy!"

Nig covered his hand, lowered his head, cursed in pain and despair, and then tried to turn and leave.

"A commoner is a commoner, they have no manners. So what if you're castrated? It's not like it's going to kill you. Ugh, really!"

The worker looked at the nigger, shook his head helplessly, casually picked up a gun, and shot the nigger in the head. Under the horrified gazes of the surrounding niggers, he continued working.

Now, no one dared to say anything. After being injected, he lowered his head with intense hatred and left.

After injecting all the niggers with castration drugs, the staff left.

After a period of time, these Nigers will find that their genitals begin to atrophy, unable to secrete male or female hormones normally, their sperm and egg cells will no longer be able to be produced, their uterus will lose its biological ability to reproduce, their brains will change, they will become unable to concentrate, their memory will decline, their brain folds will decrease, and ultimately their intelligence will decline.

Meanwhile, some Imperial citizens who had attended high school or even been exposed to some university textbooks began to develop a special detection machine. This machine could detect and identify the genes of living beings. All living beings with Niger blood would be detected, and if they had Imperial citizenship, their citizenship would be revoked and they would be sterilized.

For those castrated Niggs, because they were not injected with the Divine Blessing potion, they had no imperial status; at best, they were savages, intelligent wild animals.

The people of the Empire were ultimately kind; they built cities specifically to raise these Niggs and provided them with leftover food every day.

……

"What empire? My assets, my money! Everything I have is gone! Does this mean I can no longer exploit those poor wretches?"

"No, no way! Seeing those poor bastards able to eat their fill every day, live comfortably without doing anything, and thrive in a world without any wealth disparity—I don't like it, I absolutely hate it! I will definitely change this disgusting world! I am God's chosen people! What empire, what Brahmanism! Haha! I can definitely change this world!!! I will make everyone a slave to capital! And that so-called human production machine, it is indeed a good way to produce population, but those produced can survive in this world without any cost! This is too unfair!"

In a house, Joseph, a former capitalist, stood at the window, looking at the human production machine in operation in the distance. He pounded on the windowsill as he watched the citizens of the Empire happily emerge from the machine, without a trace of confusion, happily integrating into the Empire under the guidance of their seniors and enjoying a bright future.

He felt a wave of discomfort. You see, he was now a member of this empire, and seeing these things being produced without any cost made him feel extremely uncomfortable. This was a losing business!

If it were him, he would arrange birth loans for these people before they were even born, make them work, repay the loans, and create value for him. If they couldn't repay, he would sell their organs and use them as experimental subjects.

How could we unconditionally allow them to live in this world without any burdens, doing whatever they want!

That's such a waste!

"I want……"

Boom boom boom! ! !

Just as he was planning his future and trying to overthrow the empire's rule, there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Joseph, please open the door. We need you to make soap!"

Outside the door, several staff members had just come out of the human production machine, one of whom had just come out and was under Joseph's gaze.

Joseph was taken aback, somewhat confused, but still went to open the door.

"May I ask what brings you here?"

Joseph looked at the staff members at the door and asked.

"Yes, Mr. Joseph, according to the system's detection, you were Jewish before joining the Empire, is that right?"

A staff member asked somewhat awkwardly and shyly.

"Oh, yes! I am Jewish!"

Joseph said with immense pride, "We Jews have always been a proud and great nation! Sooner or later, we will bring the whole world under our Jewish order."

"Oh, alright, Mr. Joseph, please come with us. The soap factory is ready, and we're going to take you there to turn you into soap!"

The staff member nodded, then looked at Joseph and spoke in a calm and unhurried tone, as if he were calling someone to dinner rather than killing them to make soap.

So much so that Joseph thought he had misheard.

"What did you say? What are you trying to do?"

Joseph subconsciously took a step back, looking at these people in disbelief. He could understand each word individually, but why did they sound so unfamiliar when put together?

"Mr. Joseph, let's go, stop dawdling, let's go!"

A staff member stepped forward and grabbed Joseph's hand. The force was so great that Joseph couldn't resist and was dragged out of the room.

"What are you doing? Is there no law anymore? Who gave you the right to arrest me? I haven't broken the law, what right do you have to arrest me? Help! Help!!!"

Joseph immediately struggled and began to howl loudly.

"Stop it, Mr. Joseph! No one is coming to save you. You're going nowhere. As a Jew, you're destined to become soap!"

The staff member who had been there earlier looked at Joseph, who was struggling and writhing, and said something somewhat shyly. Then he punched Joseph in the stomach, and Joseph immediately stopped struggling.

"As expected, the teacher was right; violence is indeed effective!"

The staff member looked at the silent Joseph and nodded. (End of Chapter)