Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

This is why the nobility remained high above, enjoying power. As for the common people, they could only toil in the land their entire lives, working hard to earn a meager living, their descendants forever trapped in the same cycle.

When war comes, they will be forcibly conscripted by the lord and forced to pick up pitchforks or even sticks to serve as cannon fodder on the battlefield.

The best among them might become regular troops, but most are just consumables; lords never care about the fate of the lower-ranking soldiers.

Of course, there were indeed commoner rebels, but they were generally backed by the nobility and were used as a means to deal with rival nobles.

The middle and lower-ranking fighters believed they were fighting for freedom and equality, but little did they know that in the eyes of those above, they were nothing more than tools.

Pitiful, pathetic.

But it works for Lokunlun.

The nobles were already corrupt, and Lokunlun had no intention of keeping them.

Those ordinary minor nobles—those who were in decline, those with small territories (at most one or two villages), and those who hadn't committed any major crimes—were the ones Lokunlun could let off the hook.

But what right do those parasites who do not produce anything, do not create value, and at the same time commit evil deeds have to live in Luo Kunlun's territory?

Their only purpose was to utilize waste materials, having their souls extracted by Luo Kunlun using a witchcraft array to enhance his own spiritual power.

In order to ensure the normal operation of the country, Lokunlun had to find someone to replace the nobles and change the system.

These rebels are worth considering.

After some thought, Luo Kunlun finalized his plan. Having appeased the residents of the capital and used Aosen and the others as materials for another round of soul refining, he left and began his operation.

Luo Kunlun's figure moved like a black lightning bolt, shuttling between the various territories of the Bauhinia Kingdom.

His biosensory perception can cover an area of ​​fifty kilometers, which is roughly equivalent to 1240 standard football fields. When combined with his mental perception, the dual perception is like a net covering the sky and the earth.

With this almost superhuman perception, no movement within the kingdom could escape his detection. Those scoundrels who held sway over their territories and committed countless evils had nowhere to hide in his eyes.

Without needing elaborate planning or the destructive firepower of floating cannons, he could easily tear apart the thick stone gates of the noble castle with just his telekinesis and capture those damned things like chickens.

For those who committed heinous crimes, Luo Kunlun showed no mercy, throwing them directly into the Soul Refining Witch Array to transform their souls into nourishment for enhancing their spiritual power; while for those impoverished nobles with small territories and no major misdeeds, he made an exception, merely confiscating their fiefdoms and privileges, reducing them to ordinary commoners who had to fend for themselves.

The entire territory of the Bauhinia Kingdom covers an area of ​​approximately 240,000 square kilometers, which is not small. However, with Luo Kunlun's supersonic speed, sweeping across the entire country would be an easy task and would not take long at all.

Thus, from north to south, Luo Kunlun began a storm that overturned the old order with overwhelming force.

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South, the territory of the Melrose family

The shouts of battle shook the heavens, and blood stained the bluestone path of the manor.

"Brother Jeep! We caught that wretched old bastard Guy!" A man's excited roar echoed from afar, his rough voice filled with years of suppressed elation.

Upon hearing this, the burly man wielding the spiked club shuddered, the pent-up blood in his chest surged up, and the strength in his hand increased by three points.

The spiked club swept out with a whistling sound, smashing the heads of the two servants who were fighting him to pieces, splattering brains and blood all over his body and face.

He wiped the blood off his face, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the figure being dragged over, his killing intent surging so intensely it was almost tangible.

Three ragged but fierce-looking men were dragging a disheveled middle-aged man toward the jeep.

He was a man around fifty years old, and his once magnificent aristocratic robes were now torn to shreds.

The family crest, embroidered with the Melrose family coat of arms, was covered in blood, with only the outline of a soaring eagle barely discernible. His cheeks were swollen, and bloodstains hung from the corners of his mouth. His former haughty arrogance had vanished, leaving only fear and humiliation.

"You old pig! You've finally met your match!" Jeep stepped forward, his rough hands grabbing Guy's hair and slamming his head hard onto the cold mud, his voice hoarse like sandpaper.

Memories from four years ago surged back like a tidal wave, almost threatening to overwhelm Jeep's reason.

At that time, he was a skilled young hunter. His parents were alive, his wife was gentle and virtuous, and she was pregnant with their first child. The family lived in a small wooden house, and although their lives were poor, they were peaceful.

But an unexpected disaster shattered all of that.

That day he went hunting in the mountains and had a great haul. He was overjoyed and thought he would bring some game to his wife to help her recover.

But when he opened his door, he was met with a living hell.

The parents lay dead in pools of blood. The pregnant wife lay on the ground, disheveled and barely breathing.

He learned from his wife's hoarse voice on her deathbed that three knights' servants had broken into his house and assaulted him.

Her in-laws tried to stop her, but were brutally murdered. She was then repeatedly humiliated and tortured to the point of near death.

Overnight, families were destroyed and people died.

Jeep, in a frenzy, grabbed his hunting bow and machete, determined to seek revenge on those three beasts.

This was his only option: retaliation in kind.

What's the big deal if a nobleman kills a few commoners? At most, they'll be fined a little money, but nobody cares about the victims.

Those three beasts were noblemen, knights and squires under Count Melrose. What could a hunter do to them?

His path to revenge was incredibly brutal. He managed to kill one of his enemies by taking advantage of the darkness and ambushing him when he was alone. However, he was also slashed in the process and nearly lost his life. He became a wanted criminal and was constantly on the run from the guards in his territory. In the end, he could only escape into the deep mountains and forests wounded.

Resentment, anger, and despair gnawed at his heart like venomous snakes.

By what right? My family has always been law-abiding and has never provoked anyone. Just because the other party is a nobleman, does that give them the right to trample on their lives and dignity? By what right!

But this useless fellow couldn't even avenge his family.

Just when he was driven to despair and had nowhere to turn, someone found him.

It was a secret organization called the "Brotherhood of Justice," a resistance group composed of commoners oppressed by nobles. Most of its members were like him, people who had a blood feud with one or more nobles.

That's why the Brotherhood approached him, giving him food, medicine, and hope for revenge.

Jeep joined the organization without hesitation; their goals perfectly aligned with his obsession.

This is a secret society hidden among the common people, using violence to fight against the nobles, change the world, and establish an ideal state.

There, Jeep underwent rigorous training.

They practiced martial arts, honed their physical bodies, and transformed every bit of pain into motivation to become stronger.

He knew very well, and the members of the Brotherhood knew very well, that among the nobles, apart from a few incompetent fools, most had received professional knightly training.

Even incompetent noble children, if raised in luxury and trained in basic breathing techniques, will have physical abilities that surpass those of ordinary commoners.

For ordinary people to fight against them, they must hone their martial arts and physical abilities to their limits, and then combine this with the strength of their partners, in order to have a chance of survival.

Four years of dormancy and four years of honing his skills, Jeep's hatred never died out; instead, it grew stronger with age, like strong liquor.

Today, he finally got his chance, a tremendous opportunity.

At the heart of the battle, a thousand meters away, a young man in black robes moved with lightning speed, shattering the sorcery shield that the wizard apprentice was so proud of with a single punch, and then snapping his opponent's neck with a swift and decisive movement.

Wizards! Those are legendary beings!

Among the members of the Brotherhood are those who know about the extraordinary world, and who know that wizards are terrifying beings who transcend the mundane world and can overturn rivers and seas with a wave of their hand.

Jeep and his crew were originally conducting an undercover operation within the Melrose family's territory, planning to create chaos and assassinate important figures to weaken the aristocratic power.

But who could have imagined that such a powerful figure would single-handedly storm in, as if entering an empty field, and even kill the legendary wizard!

The thought sent chills down Jeep and his companions' spines. How powerful and mysterious were the wizards, and what terrifying existence was that young man?

...................

Guy was forced to kneel on the muddy ground, blood still gushing from the wound on his chest, the excruciating pain causing him to convulse.

Ignoring the pain, his eyes burned with a fierce will to survive as he hoarsely pleaded, "Let me go... What do you want? Territory? Wealth? Women? Just let me go... I'll give you everything!"

"Go to hell, you old pig-dog! You deserve to die!" Jeep kicked Guy hard in the chest, the sound of breaking ribs echoing, his eyes turning bloodshot.

He has an irreconcilable blood feud with the Melrose family, and Guy, as the head of the family, is the enemy he dreams of tearing to pieces!

Those three beasts he killed were nothing but small fry; this old pig-dog in front of him is the one who deserves to die the most!

His companions were the same, their eyes blazing with hatred, wishing they could grind Guy to dust immediately.

"Brother Jeep! Let's kill him now! Avenge our brothers and sisters!" someone roared, his eyes red, his machete already drawn, gleaming coldly.

"No! We can't do it now!" Jeep shouted abruptly, though he was seething with hatred, his reason held back his impulse.

He knew very well that he and his companions had only managed to take advantage of the chaos.

If that young man hadn't swiftly and decisively destroyed the entire Melrose family's defenses, they wouldn't have been able to capture Guy alive, let alone even get through the gates of the manor.

Characters like Guy's fate is not determined by them, but by that mysterious young man.

What if we act rashly and incur the wrath of that powerful figure?

Although he had avenged his great enemy and would have no regrets even if he died, Jeep would never act rashly as long as there was even a sliver of hope that he could bring his teammates back to life.

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The cold, hard mud hurt Guy terribly, and he lay sprawled on the ground in a disheveled state, a venomous glint flashing in his eyes.

Damn lowly people! A bunch of peasants! How dare they treat him like this!

If he hadn't been caught in the aftermath and seriously injured, no matter how many of these lowly ants came, they wouldn't have been a match for him!

Unfortunately, a tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs. Now his life is in the hands of these lowly people he would never have given a second glance, forcing him to abandon all dignity and humiliatingly beg for mercy from them.

"I swear..." Guy cursed wildly in his heart, his nails digging deep into the soil, "If I survive this, I will make these lowly people wish they were dead! I'll skin them alive, tear out their tendons, and make them suffer the most excruciating tortures in the world!"

Meanwhile, after Charlie dealt with the wizard apprentice, he walked towards them.

Since the Dawn Society took control of the Bauhinia Kingdom, many nobles have been trying their best to curry favor with the wizards, offering them beauties, delicacies, and fine wines, all in the hope of attaching themselves to the wizards, even if the wizards are just novice apprentices.

For this reason, many wizard apprentices like to leave the underground palace and run to secular territories to lord it over others and enjoy the flattery of nobles.

Charlie killed a junior master apprentice who was having a good time at Melrose Manor.

All the apprentices in the kingdom were killed without a single innocence; they were all members of the Dawn Society.

With this in mind, Charlie stormed in after sensing the apprentice's magic and easily took the apprentice's head.

Then he saw Guy being escorted, along with Jeep and his group.

A kilometer was nothing to Charlie. He flashed across the distance, creating a gust of wind, and covered the distance in just twenty seconds.

"You...you! I feel like I've seen you somewhere before!" Guy looked up and saw Charlie's face. He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly shouted excitedly as if he remembered something.

He wasn't making baseless accusations.

As a powerful earl, he had the honor of meeting King Atlas III.

The young man before them bore a striking resemblance to the old king from his memories!

Guy had also vaguely heard that the eldest son of Atreus III had been found to have wizarding talent twelve years ago and was sent to the Wizarding Continent for further study.

Wizard... Wizard!

Guy's heart pounded wildly, as if he had grasped at a last straw.

The young man before him was so powerful that he killed the wizard apprentice whom he had tried so hard to please like a chicken. He was obviously a powerful wizard himself!

Only a wizard can fight a wizard!

And all of this information is just too coincidental.

"Prince! You are Prince Charles! His Highness Atreus!" Guy shouted hoarsely, ignoring the excruciating pain in his chest, and crawled desperately toward Charles like a caterpillar, his mud-covered fingers digging into the ground, leaving twisted marks.

Upon hearing these titles, Charlie visibly paused.

There's hope! I guessed right!

Guy was overjoyed. His will to survive gave him unprecedented courage. As he crawled, he cried and begged for mercy: "Your Highness! Please spare this lowly Guy! Spare the Melrose family! We did not truly obey that false king, Olsen! We are loyal to the royal family of Atlantis!"

"If Your Highness so desires, Guy will immediately lead his entire family to follow you! We will serve you faithfully, even unto death! We will help you reclaim the throne and restore the glory of the Atlantean royal family!"

"...Are you done talking?" Charlie's voice was calm and emotionless upon hearing this.

Guy's crying stopped abruptly. He stood there, stunned, and looked up blankly: "Huh?"

"Prince Charlie is long gone." Charlie slowly raised his hand, a faint magical light swirling around his fingertips, his tone as indifferent as stating a fact. "Now there is only Apprentice Charlie, Warrior Charlie, an ordinary Charlie."

The moment the sound faded, an energy blade shot out from the sky.

Guy didn't even have time to let out a scream before his head rolled to the ground, his eyes wide open, filled with resentment and astonishment.

From the moment he set foot on the land of Volo, Charlie had already decided that he would change this continent.

The first step in this change began in his hometown, the Kingdom of Bauhinia.

Anyone who dares to stand in his way will be defeated without hesitation. Even if the person standing opposite him is his father, King Atreus III himself.

When the idea first came to him, it startled him, making him feel that he was being too heartless.

But when he learned that his parents and relatives had already been brutally murdered, his hesitation completely vanished.

He has made up his mind to change everything.

Change inevitably involves bloodshed.

Whose blood is shed? The blood of the nobility, the blood of the vested interests.

Even if some nobles are related to him by blood and are his relatives, so what?

Kustu, Livi, those relatives who were once related to him by blood, didn't they betray him without hesitation for their own benefit, wanting to put him to death?

Ultimately, among the nobility tainted by power and desire, blood ties could not withstand the naked pursuit of self-interest.

After killing Guy, Charlie turned around, his gaze falling on Jeep and the others, and said calmly, "Judging from your appearance, you should be members of some civilian resistance organization."

He paused, looked at the group, and said, "I advise you to leave that organization full of lies as soon as possible."

Charlie had heard of resistance groups like the Brotherhood of Justice before.

Many nobles denounced them as ungrateful scoundrels, cursing them as greedy parasites who devoured the favors bestowed upon them, yet turned around and held the butcher's knife to their own necks.

Charlie was also aware that most of these organizations were backed by nobles.

They supported these rebels, which served two purposes: to deal with disobedient vassals and create trouble for political opponents, and to eliminate unstable elements within their territory.

Soldiers like Jeep risked their lives on the front lines, believing they were fighting for freedom and equality.

But the higher-ups of those organizations, unseen by the leaders, fawned over their noble masters, using their blood and sacrifices as bargaining chips to gain benefits.

These soldiers may not be perfect, but they are courageous and have strong beliefs.

But these beliefs are nothing more than tools for profit, how pathetic.

...........

Upon hearing Charlie's words, Jeep's grip on the spiked club tightened suddenly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He hadn't yet recovered from Guy's dying words, but he never expected him to say something like that.

"A lie?" Jeep's voice was hoarse. "Our Brotherhood exists to overthrow unjust oppression. You're trying to sow discord among us regarding our loyalty to the organization?!"

"That's right, you nobleman!" another man roared.

How could they believe Charlie?

Charlie glanced at him, his gaze sharp as a knife, as if it could pierce through one's heart: "Do you really think that those organizers hiding behind the scenes say one thing and do another?"

"I can tell you very clearly that while you shed blood and sacrifice your lives on the front lines, they are making deals with the nobles behind the scenes. Your hatred and your ideals are nothing more than tools for them to pursue their own interests."

"You think it's impossible, but nothing is impossible."

"On this land, interests are eternal."

"Think carefully about where your funds come from and how you determine the goals of each operation."

"These are all your guesses! There is no evidence to prove what you're saying is true!"

"A tall, thin member retorted sharply. His name was Draven, and he was one of the earliest members of the fraternity."

They firmly believed in the Brotherhood's ideals and regarded them as the only beacon in the darkness.

At that moment, Charlie's words sounded to him like a blasphemy against his faith.

If he didn't know he was no match for the man in front of him, he would have charged at him and fought him to the death just for the man's slander of the Brotherhood.

"With my abilities, there's no reason for me to lie to you." Charlie's gaze swept calmly over Draven, his tone indifferent. "If you want to verify, just go back and ask them yourselves."

This is the truth.

Although Jeep and the others couldn't fathom Charlie's exact strength, the fact that he could crush a wizard apprentice like an ant was enough to prove that his power was unfathomable.

Such people have no reason to fabricate such lies to fool them.

Draven opened his mouth, but found himself unable to refute it. He could only clench his fists, his face full of resentment and struggle.

Jeep's heart, however, felt as if it had been struck by a boulder, unleashing a tidal wave of emotions.

Charlie's words were like a key, unlocking the long-sealed door of doubt in his heart. He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood dripped from between his fingers, but he was completely unaware.

In my mind, all sorts of past doubts flashed by like a revolving lantern—

The organization's funding sources are shrouded in secrecy, with higher-ups claiming they are spoils of war obtained through robbing the rich to help the poor.

The targets of each operation appeared to be randomly selected wicked nobles, but in retrospect, it turned out that those nobles all happened to have grudges against several powerful nobles in the western part of the kingdom...

It was common for nobles to be hostile to each other in the Kingdom of Zijing.

However, the fact that multiple targets targeted by the Brotherhood are opposed to the same or several noble families in their social networks is no simple coincidence.

Could it be... could it be that we, from beginning to end, have merely been pawns in someone else's game? Tools used to attack political enemies?

Once the thought appeared, it grew wildly like a vine, coiling around his heart and almost suffocating him.

"Since the seed of doubt has already been planted in our minds, let's be straightforward and confirm it directly."

A cold and indifferent voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears, as if it came from the heavens above, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

Everyone looked up sharply and saw a black meteor with a long, fiery tail tearing through the clouds and falling at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.

The speed was astonishing; wherever it passed, the air was compressed into scorching waves of heat, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The next second, the "meteor" stopped more than a hundred meters above the crowd.

An invisible shockwave spread out from the point of impact, causing everyone's robes to flutter and clearing away all the dust and rubble from the ground, revealing a smooth, circular area.

As the smoke cleared, a figure dressed in a black robe stood there quietly.