Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

February 10th, evening.

The afterglow of the setting sun, like molten gold, shone through the tall French windows, casting a luxurious warm hue over the study of the Seville family mansion in Motley.

A faint fragrance permeates the air, mingling with the scent of precious wood, showcasing the owner's prestige and taste.

"Your Excellency Lady Ferri, your servant Doc reports to you."

Outside the door, a handsome young man in his twenties bowed respectfully. His name was Doc, one of Mrs. Ferry's many lovers and confidants. His voice was gentle and respectful, yet it couldn't hide a hint of deliberate flattery.

"The Amroes have come to see you."

"Bring them in."

A languid yet magnetic female voice drifted from the study.

A moment later, Doc led four middle-aged men in.

The leader was a merchant named Amuro, and he and his three companions were the core members of the "Brotherhood of Justice".

Behind the desk, a graceful noblewoman was leisurely processing official documents. She was Lady Ferreira, the de facto ruler of the Earldom of Seville.

Approaching forty, she still maintains stunning beauty, with fair skin. The few fine lines around her eyes do not diminish her charm but rather add a touch of mature elegance. She wears a well-tailored purple silk dress that perfectly accentuates her voluptuous and alluring figure.

Born the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Cook's family, she was betrothed to the Earl of Seville at the age of fourteen. Her ability to firmly control this vast territory after the Earl's sudden death, as a woman, was not solely due to her beauty and background.

She has ambition, and even more so, the strength and means to match it.

She was not a weak woman who could not even kill a chicken; she understood that ambition needed strength to support it, so even when she was busy, she never stopped practicing swordsmanship.

At the same time, she also has a group of absolutely loyal bodyguards.

Some were knights she won over with money and power, others were outstanding talents she personally recruited and nurtured, and still others were young talents like Doc who fell head over heels for her.

The circles of the nobility were already chaotic; almost everyone, regardless of gender, had their own lovers.

Especially in marriages like that of Ferreira and Count Seville, apart from necessary sexual relations, they usually went their separate ways.

As a beautiful woman, Felicity was adept at using her advantages to make capable young talents fall at her feet and serve her.

This is why, after Count Seville died from taking the forbidden drug he had concocted to enhance his energy and sexual pleasure, Ferreira was able to quickly stabilize the situation, elevate her and the count's son to the title, and, as his mother, take control of the entire earldom.

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

"You've done a good job; you've removed a lot of obstacles for me over the years."

Felicity didn't even look up, her gaze still fixed on the parchment in her hand, her tone casual, as if she were talking about the weather.

In her eyes, Amoro and the others were nothing more than a few handy tools and a few useful dogs.

If they hadn't been able to control the secret organization beneath her, acting as her hidden handshakes, these ordinary small businessmen wouldn't have been qualified to even step into her study.

Despite this, the four Amolos seemed to hear heavenly music, trembling with excitement and their faces filled with fawning smiles.

"It is our duty to share your burdens!" Amolo bowed, his posture extremely humble.

"It's just letting those lowly rioters return to their rightful place and make the most of what they have left," another person chimed in, his tone full of contempt for the lower-class rebels.

"Those fools are all stupid dogs! A few nice words are enough to make them howl and charge forward, not even afraid of death!" Draven's cousin, Buck, who was also among the high-ranking members, said with a sneer, his words full of smugness.

The group chatted amongst themselves, as if showing off their "intelligence and wisdom."

What enormous beings are nobles? Commoners are nothing more than pigs and sheep, yet they dare to bare their teeth at the fenced-off ranchers? It's utterly foolish!

And they are clever and wise.

Using their greater wealth than ordinary people, they approached those reckless rebels, gathered them together, and formed an organization that appeared to be fighting for an ideal.

They paid money, but they also gained the coveted opportunity to connect with the real centers of power.

Those in positions of power often have a lot of dirty and shady work that they can't do on the surface, and they need someone to do it for them.

Training assassins is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and the number is also limited.

Organizations like the Brotherhood are perfect. Most of its members have deep-seated hatred for the nobility and have long since disregarded life and death, making them ideal for assassinations, harassment, and creating chaos.

Through this resistance organization, Felicity can use it to attack political enemies and gather intelligence.

Those of high rank with impure motives, like Amolos, have a slim chance of integrating into the aristocratic group.

Although the chances were slim, it was quite possible that the nobles would silence them afterward.

But like those Run people who think that foreign lands are paradise and who hurl insults and hatred at their own country, they don't think they will end up like that.

They selectively ignored this possibility, indulging in their own woven dreams of "success and advancement."

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

"Amoro, you have a bit too many of those clowns under your command."

After the four of them finished their obsequious report on the intelligence they had recently gathered, Fei Li finally put down her quill, looked up, and a hint of impatience flashed in her eyes.

The entire Brotherhood of Justice, excluding high-ranking members like Amolo, has no fewer than two thousand members at the lower levels.

These two thousand people, like a large net, were distributed throughout the east and west of the kingdom, and even extended to the south, serving as eyes and ears to gather all kinds of useful intelligence and to strike at the enemy in the shadows for Feli.

But the organization was so large that the expenses were astronomical. Daily training, supplies, weapons and armor... all sorts of costs made her feel a little pained.

What alarmed her even more was that the two thousand people were still growing in secret, recruiting new members.

Wandering knights, mercenaries, assassins, craftsmen, doctors, tavern owners, and even mayors of remote towns... the diverse cast of people represents almost every stratum of society. With a little organization, they could form a sizable legion.

This is also the consensus of most of the lower-ranking members of the Brotherhood: to continuously develop and secretly accumulate strength, and when the time is right, to conquer major cities and establish their own country.

In the West, where the Brotherhood originated, this trend is becoming increasingly apparent. Brotherhood members are definitely present among the mayors and guards of some remote towns.

If Amolo and the others hadn't been her undercover agents, the knife she forged herself would probably have been turned on her long ago.

"My lord, we've considered this problem, but with the number of rioters increasing, it's becoming increasingly difficult to completely control them," Amolo said cautiously, wiping the cold sweat from his brow. "Besides, I suspect that some of the rioters already suspect us, but we haven't found conclusive evidence yet."

"We cannot act rashly before we are certain who is suspecting us."

"It's not that complicated."

Felicity tapped the smooth tabletop, producing a crisp sound, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.

"There are no fewer than two thousand rioters, but in reality there are probably more. With such a large force, there are definitely many radicals among them who are already eager to gather together, create riots, and seize major cities."

"In that case, let's give them a chance to 'conquer' it."

"Sakhalin, the city of my foolish older brother."

As a woman, controlling a wealthy earldom undoubtedly aroused envy in many, especially her maternal family. Her father and brothers had been trying to intervene in her territory and take away the power she had worked so hard to acquire, using various pretexts.

In their view, Felicity's ability to wield power was largely due to the influence of the Cook family, so the Earldom of Seville rightfully belonged to them.

Some even believe that Ferry should "return" to the family and incorporate the Earldom into the family estate, allowing her elder brother and nephew to inherit it.

But how is that possible?

Leaving aside whether the offshoots of the Seville family would agree, Felicity herself would never give it up so easily.

She has her own son as her heir, so why should she give away her hard work to someone else?

Moreover, the Seville family only allows a woman like herself to hold power because her son has Seville blood in his veins. Felicity isn't foolish enough to think that she, as a woman, can completely suppress all the men in the Seville family.

Not to mention, in terms of relationship, can the so-called elder brother and nephew be closer than their own son?!

Want the fruits of her hard work over the past decade? Then don't blame her for being ruthless and turning the tables on them!

Let those rioters create chaos in the Cook family's territory, and then profit from it—this is a brilliant plan to kill two birds with one stone.

"This is such a hassle. I wish I were a wizard." Felicity rubbed her temples, a sense of helplessness flashing through her mind.

If we weren't lacking in strength, we wouldn't need to resort to schemes and tricks at all.

Unfortunately, she was not a wizard, and at the same time, she dared not have too much contact with the wizards of the Dawn Society in the new capital.

That was not something she could control; if she wasn't careful, she would get herself into trouble.

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

Thirty miles away, in a secluded valley.

An image made of pure magic floats in mid-air. Within the light screen, everything in the study is reproduced in perfect detail, including sound, light and shadow, and even the micro-expressions of the characters.

After learning about the Brotherhood's origins, Lo Kunlun immediately took Jeep and the others to the western region.

He originally intended to capture the local nobles directly, expose the masterminds behind the Brotherhood, and let Jeep and the others see the truth.

But who could have imagined that, as he approached the Seville family's residence, his powerful senses, like a pebble thrown into a lake, easily "heard" the conversation inside the study.

It came without any effort.

Luo Kunlun then used his magic to recreate the scene in the study one-to-one, staging a real "phantom play".

Jeep and the others stared in disbelief at the light screen.

They saw the fraternity leaders, who used to be so serious and instilled in them the idea of ​​"justice and equality," now standing obsequiously before the nobles, their voices full of fawning.

They heard the higher-ups use the most vicious language to mock them, the lower-ranking members, as "stupid dogs" and "clowns." They heard that the entire Brotherhood, from beginning to end, was merely a tool manipulated by the nobility to attack political enemies.

At that moment, they felt their beliefs and everything they had fought for were collapsing.

"Do you see that?" Charlie's voice was icy cold. "You bleed and sacrifice yourselves on the front lines, while they make deals with the nobles behind the scenes. Your hatred, your ideals, are nothing but tools for their own selfish gain."

Jeep and his companions stood frozen in place, their faces drained of color. The magically constructed scenes around them struck them like heavy blows, leaving them feeling cold and as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

How could this be? The organization they fought for actually had such a filthy face?

"No...this can't be!" Draven screamed, unable to accept this cruel reality, shaking his head frantically. "It's fake! It's an illusion! You made this up to fool us!"

"Nothing is impossible." Luo Kunlun waved his hand casually, and the magic light barrier dissipated, restoring the darkness and silence of the valley to the surroundings.

"On this land, only interests are eternal. Those slogans and ideologies are nothing but a guise to trick you into risking your lives."

Jeep gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood dripped from between his fingers. Despair and anger intertwined, churning in his chest like magma, threatening to devour his reason.

Just then, Charlie's voice rang out again, his tone carrying a hint of guidance and hope: "However, the old order has collapsed, and the new rules will be set by Mr. Law."

"Mr. Luo is reshaping the rules of the Bauhinia Kingdom, abolishing aristocratic privileges, making land belong to the farmers, and allowing anyone to gain power through hard work, instead of being born into different classes."

"Your existence and your power should not be wasted on the schemes of others. If you wish, you can join the new order."

"However, let me make this clear first."

Luo Kunlun's voice rang out, interrupting everyone's thoughts. He opened his palm, and a mass of bloody, mangled cell tissue appeared out of thin air in his hand, wriggling and emitting a faint aura of life.

"Although you are stronger than those corrupt nobles, I must use some methods to ensure that you can play a substitute role, rather than quickly degenerate and become new parasites."

Class is not an attribute of an individual, but rather the role an individual plays in the production process.

The purity of the proletariat is determined by their exploited position in the production process; once this production relation changes, the proletariat is susceptible to degeneration.

Luo Kunlun naturally understood this principle.

"Eat a cell. Don't worry, this is just a necessary countermeasure, a loyalty pact. As long as you function properly, it won't kill you; it might even grant you superhuman strength and make you stronger."

"My opportunities are only for decisive people. Do you understand?"

Luo Kunlun's words were like a boulder, crashing into the hearts of Jeep and the others, creating ripples in their hearts.

The clump of cells wriggling in his palm exuded a faint life force, yet it was also like a time bomb, sending chills down everyone's spines.

This is blatant control, absolute inequality. To consume it means handing over one's life and freedom to another.

"How are you any different from those people?!" Draven was the most agitated, pointing at Lokunun, his voice trembling with anger. "You're enslaving us! In another way!"

Charlie frowned, stepped forward, and said in a deep voice, "The difference is that Mr. Law has given you the right to choose. Moreover, what he wants is not slaves, but executors who can safeguard the new order."

"A choice?" Draven laughed bitterly. "What kind of choice is this? Either accept control, or die?"

"Watch your words!" Charlie was losing his temper. "This is a world where power determines everything. To put it bluntly, you're nothing but an ant. What right do you have to talk big?"

"If you have no power, then shut your mouth. Mr. Luo is already being merciful by not killing you, but if you continue to be so unreasonable, you'll anger me, and I will kill you!"

Luo Kunlun ignored Draven's questioning. He simply looked at everyone calmly, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as if to say: Accept it, or leave, it's up to you.

His indifference was more oppressive than any threat.

Jeep lowered his head, his mind a jumble of thoughts. He thought of his dead family, his comrades-in-arms in the Brotherhood, and the "ideal" they fought for.

But reality slapped him hard in the face; their ideals were nothing more than tools in the hands of others, utterly worthless.

Now, he faces a new choice—a choice equally fraught with uncertainty, and perhaps even more dangerous.

"If... if we accept it, can we avenge our dead brothers?" Jeep asked in a hoarse voice.

Luo Kunlun nodded: "The fate of those who deceived and exploited you, as well as those high-ranking nobles, will be decided by you."

"Then I'm willing!"

Jeep suddenly raised his head, a resolute glint in his eyes. He threw away the spiked club in his hand, strode up to Luo Kunlun, took a still-wriggling cell from his palm, and swallowed it without hesitation.

A strange warm current instantly surged into his limbs and bones, as if countless ants were crawling inside him, causing an unbearable itch and numbness.

But then, he felt his five senses become sharper than ever before, and at the same time, a strange feeling arose.

This was power! A formidable power he had never experienced before!

Draven and his companions were stunned by Jeep's actions.

"Jeep! Are you crazy?!" Draven stared at him in disbelief.

Jeep didn't turn around. He felt the newfound power within him, a complex smile on his face: "Crazy? Maybe."

He can now feel the power he possesses.

The knights who were once feared are now nothing more than strong dogs in the face of this power, which can be kicked to death with a single kick.

He understood why Charlie said power determines everything. He must have also suffered greatly.

"But I'd rather be controlled by a powerful figure who can give me strength and allow me to take revenge than be a pawn of those hypocritical nobles, manipulated like a fool!"

His words were like a key, unlocking the knots in other people's hearts.

Yes, what else do they have to lose? Rather than wallowing in despair, they should seize this only chance.

What's the use of saying more if you have no power?

Moreover, what they gave and what they received was utterly insignificant!

"I'm willing too!" A burly man with a thick beard gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

"I'd do anything for my dead brother!" Another tall, thin man also made up his mind.

Soon, everyone except Draven made the same choice. They all walked up to Lokunlun and swallowed the cellular tissue that symbolized power.

Luo Kunlun's gaze fell on the last person, Draven.

Draven gritted his teeth, looking at his former comrade-in-arms, then at Lokunlun, his body trembling uncontrollably. His heart was filled with resentment and anger, but even more so with fear. He was afraid of being abandoned, afraid of becoming a helpless, lost soul.

Ultimately, perhaps driven by a thirst for power, or perhaps because he didn't want to leave alone, he stepped forward.

"I'd like to too..."

Luo Kunlun didn't speak, but flicked his finger, and a clump of cells flew into Draven's mouth.

"From this day forward, you will be the rulers of my kingdom."

"Your task now is to find other rebels. Those who are willing to join can stay, and those who are not can leave."

"After I purge all the corrupt noble forces within the Bauhinia Kingdom and establish a new order, you will be responsible for replacing them."

After saying that, Luo Kunlun raised his hand and pointed into the distance.

"Now, it's time to put an end to this scam."

After she finished speaking, Felicity and the others, who were discussing their plans inside the Seville family mansion, were suddenly thrown into the air.

"What... happened here—?"

Felicity stared in horror at everything before her, her previous composure completely gone.

Soon, they arrived here and were captured by Luo Kunlun from a distance.

Jeep glared at Amoro and the others, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. "Yes, sir!"

"Wait, Jeep, Draven, what are you doing?"

Buck, still not realizing the situation, called out to the "familiar faces" who seemed a bit off.

"Traitor, die!"

.......

People like Buck are the most hateful and the most pathetic.

Being a slave is unfortunate, but not terrible, because you know how to struggle, and there is still hope of breaking free.

But if one finds beauty in the life of slavery, and marvels at it, then one is a slave beyond redemption.