After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

In September, the dark sunlight tells tales of the past.

A wanderer always has to return home. Even if he doesn't get to see his hometown return to its roots, it's not so bad to witness his hometown being reduced to dust and light pollution.

"The first movie I ever watched, I can't remember the name, but the main character was a little girl, I think her name was Xiaohua, who lived with her grandmother in a dilapidated house in the mountains."

"The movie screening was organized by the school. Everyone paid five yuan. Looking back now, it's really outrageous. It was supposed to be voluntary and proactive. It seems like we can't escape these things since we were little."

"The movie theater was old, the seats were made of foam and covered with a layer of red cloth, which was dirty and tattered, with many cigarette burn marks on them. Even with the lights on, it was hard to see the steps inside."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand the plot, it's just bitter, it's just crying, bitter from beginning to end. People are crying inside and outside. I can't remember the story, but I do remember those precocious rich girls who loudly recited their reflections in class the next day, saying what they were, little sparrows that had grown up?"

"I didn't cry. It wasn't until many years later that I dared to shed tears while watching a movie, because I wouldn't get beaten up. Some people say that tragedy is about destroying beautiful things for people to see, but I have never experienced any beauty in this world. My life has been utterly tragic, just like that pointless melodrama."

"The plot is disgusting, it's ridiculed, and the response I get is that my understanding is worthy of my suffering. Tears are cheap, brother. I think that to make a good tragedy, you have to destroy the beauty they cherish most."

"Fortunately, I am not alone. The efforts of my companions have enabled me to realize my dream."

The man's body and soul slowly dissipated on the ruins, and another mottled body and soul appeared. Oswald squatted in front of him, holding his sword of lust, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Yes, you did it. We have no home anymore."

On the ninth day of this month, the teacher's physical body was taken out by that group of bastards, and the power of faith accumulated over many years blew up the entire world. As a result, even the teacher's soul was affected.

In Oswald's memory, his teacher was a very kind person, but the teacher's anger made him afraid to close his eyes for several days.

"Cult of personality, cult of personality! Where have you thrown away your ideological weapon?!"

Later, Oswald and his companions fought valiantly to destroy the Dark Lord, who had transformed into a physical body. However, their homeland could not be restored in a short time, and billions of souls could only be placed in the Land of the End for safekeeping...

"Are you married, Oswald, in the world you've gone to?"

"You already have a baby...it's a girl, very cute." Oswald handed him a cigarette. Sigh, because of them, the cigarettes in his hometown have stopped being produced. Every cigarette smoked is one less available.

Although the two were enemies, they were also brothers. Oswald didn't know who to blame for their extreme behavior.

The so-called development of the world is just a group of people who don't believe in evil and think, "What can you do to me?" Then another group sticks out their heads and makes a vow: "Either you lose your heads or we lose our heads!"

What does it mean for the world to be young, for young people to bleed and sacrifice, and for the decay of the past to be buried along with it?

But the struggle was too brutal, so brutal that the entire home planet fell into the spiritual world, and the power of the Chaos Gods was like a blown-up public toilet, with colorful stench everywhere.

Now, they have no choice but to leave their homeland and venture into the universe, because this war is only the beginning.

After finishing his cigarette, Oswald realized that the man's soul had already dissipated. The cigarette between his fingers was still burning, as if he were offering himself incense.

Without saying much, Oswald remembered his story and gently closed his eyes.

Yes, it was a successful tragedy. It was not a tragedy for the sake of sadness, nor a tragedy for the sake of suffering. Even years later, people will still shed tears of hatred.

[It's time to move on, host. Whether you're human or god, the past will eventually end. After this war is over, this system will accompany you to rebuild your home planet.]

(What good would rebuilding do? The universe is too small, the system is so small it's despairing... Lao Tzu was actually right.)

The system, which was initiating the coordinate jump, paused, "[What's correct? What's correct about it?]"

(I'm referring to Lao Tzu, who wrote the Tao Te Ching... and his philosophy of small states and few people. We always think the world is vast, yet we live in such a crowded world that we can't even fit ourselves in, because we're too busy hating each other. The edifice of our ideals is built, only to collapse rapidly under oppression.)

[But they are indeed striving towards a small, sparsely populated society. Intelligent machines will replace 99% of the population, eliminating concerns about the Matthew effect and crises. Whatever humanity needs in this new era, intelligent machines can immediately provide the resources of the entire planet to serve them.]

As it turns out, humanity is not incapable of achieving a utopian world; it's just that the door to this new world is never open to everyone.

[To put it bluntly, both sides wanted to change this situation, but one sought salvation while the other sought destruction. The culprits are all dead, and your war has caused your home planet to fall. Oh, and by the way, the star sea is still burning.]

The killing of fellow citizens saddened Oswald. Perhaps the destroyers were right: it's better for everyone to go to hell than for a small group to ascend to heaven.

Without this courage, without this belief... their so-called salvation is still a disguised form of compromise.

As he lit another cigarette, Oswald thought of some even more hateful fellows.

(Don't talk like there's no internal strife in your system. None of those gods are good people, yet they've always been hiding in the shadows. So, your system's development is due to the gods?)

Sometimes Oswald has to admit that the two-faced approach is too authoritative.

Since the start of the civil war, the behavior of many systems can be summed up in four words: fearless and complacent.

In the past, they did require transmigrators to risk their lives and compete with the gods for resources in the universe, but now that the gods' power has been suppressed time and again, the system has achieved a perfect balance of power.

Whoever wins, they'll help; whoever they help, will win. The transmigrator wants to sever ties with the system? Solve the soul problem first.

As for uniting more forces, the most difficult aspect is the issue of unity itself...

Deep down, Oswald did not actually agree with the theory of great unity, not because he despised other races, but because there were too many traitors and spiritual outsiders among his own people.

Don't assume that only a small number of people are speaking out. Those ordinary people who live in silence are actually unaware that they are being betrayed all the time, and that there are always people hiding behind them, secretly undermining their integrity.

But the collapse of a building often happens in an instant.