Naruto, Uzumaki Menma, just wants to conquer the world

The class nature of the exploiting class drives them to oppress and exploit other nations by all means while oppressing and exploiting their own people.

During the imperial rule, the ruling class made it easier to rule and exploit other ethnic minorities...

On the one hand, the feudal ruling system was vigorously maintained within ethnic minorities.

On the one hand, it created ethnic hatred and conflicts.

This is the twisted teenager’s view of “nation”.

therefore......

He who controls the present controls the past.

Who controls the past controls the future.

Just as Menma said in front of Miss Nadezhda...

"Foreign countries and foreign races want to use the revolutionary army to create unrest in this empire and profit from it."

"The revolutionary army wants to use foreign countries and alien races to contain the empire's military power and seize power."

But isn't this also his dirty trick?

This is not some conspiracy; it is an open and aboveboard plot: to create chaos in the world, causing the world's most powerful fighters to kill each other.

Here, you can adopt specific tactics: pull one faction and attack the other.

Adding fuel to the fire, stimulating them to engage in fierce struggle and consumption, I focused on development.

While winning over others, they also infiltrate and build up their own power.

The enemy is getting weaker, and I am getting stronger.

After Yuyuko understood his thoughts, he would exclaim: "You are worthy of being my chosen master."

Tu Shan Hong Hong couldn't help but sigh: "What a nasty guy."

But is he really that bad?

This happened a few days ago.

In a square in the imperial capital, people are bustling about, which is the kind of bustle that only big cities can have.

In the middle of the square stands a tall stone statue of a famous general in the history of this country.

The base is surrounded by a clear pool of water that occasionally sprays out.

Although this country is corrupt, it still has a strong martial spirit, with powerful military forces at the top and a spirit of resistance at the bottom.

There are benches in the square, spaced at regular intervals.

El, Fal, and Luna, three girls, sat on the bench at the edge of the square.

The blond boy leaned against the stone pillar beside the pool, his eyes closed and his arms folded.

Soon, a figure walked towards him.

She was a woman wearing a linen robe. She was afraid that her appearance would be seen by others, so she held her hood and acted cautiously.

"That, that..."

The boy opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him.

His hands were covered with rough calluses and his body smelled like factory oil.

Her clothes and image seemed out of place in the square filled with people wearing bright and fancy clothes.

"Ah, did you bring the money?"

"With..." The woman hesitated, as if she had thought of something, and changed the subject: "Can you show me the watch first?"

Without hesitation, he reached into his pocket and with a slight movement, the pocket watch flew out of his pocket and landed accurately in the woman's hand.

"The items have been checked, and we are not responsible for them after they leave the locker."

"Yes." The woman lowered her head tremblingly and checked the chain watch in her hand.

Trembling with fear and looking around, it looks quite funny, but it is also the sorrow of the poor.

Just like a weak small herbivore always on guard against carnivores, it has no sense of security at all, let alone confidence.

"My eyesight should be right." said the boy.

The woman carefully checked the chain watch, and after confirming that it was correct, she couldn't control her emotions and tears flowed from her eyes.

"Yes, it's my husband's..."

“This is my husband’s.”

The young woman's voice was so choked up that she couldn't speak clearly.

He carefully put the pocket watch into his pocket and took out the cloth bag wrapped in cash from his robe.

"Do you need to check?"

The woman held the bag in her left hand and supported it with her right hand, which was trembling a little.

Not because of the weight, but because of the fear.

"Open."

The woman did not dare to disobey and untied the rope at the mouth of the bag to reveal a small opening.

The boy did not take any action, but just glanced.

There are various coins and banknotes of varying denominations.

The boy stretched out his right hand, reached into the bag with two fingers, and took out a gold coin.

He bounced it once, then caught it accurately, and crossed the hand holding the gold coin back and hugged it across his chest.

"Tie it up, tie it tight."

The woman followed the boy's instructions and tied her pocket carefully.

"Look over there."

The woman looked carefully in the direction the boy was looking.

"That is?"

"Turn left at the intersection, and you'll see a clinic two blocks away."

"Doctor, or nurse, right?"

The woman stood there in a daze, as if she was confused.

This is normal. Long periods of boring physical labor will leave people no time to think and make their thinking dull.

"Give her the money. I won't charge you. If you need to hire me next time, just go there."

The woman lowered her head and thought for a while, still a little hesitant.

"So, should I go now?"

"Yeah." The boy nodded slightly.

The woman put away her purse, bowed, and then walked in the direction the boy pointed.

The young man moved his shoulders and neck, put the gold coins into his pocket casually, and adjusted the sword on his back.

He is clearly only a fourteen-year-old boy, at the age full of vigor and vitality, but his actions seem so mature and decadent.

He was totally different from the high-spirited look he had during the "Night Raid". It seemed that this was his true state.

With his elbows propped up on his legs and his chin in his hands, Fal, with a dissatisfied expression, pouted and complained: "Ah, he only took one coin again. This guy is really too kind... Could he have been cheated?"

Luna, who was also sitting on a chair, nodded and agreed, "Yeah, I totally agree. You are such a pushover."

"Yeah, yeah, that's what I said!"

The pink-haired girl couldn't listen any more.

"I say, you guys!" Just as Ai'er was about to refute them, he saw the young man walking towards them with his hands in his pockets.

"Hey, stop talking, he's coming." Ai'er reminded softly.

Farr was still fearless: "What does it matter? He doesn't care anyway!"

Luna nodded slightly, as if she completely agreed with Farr's opinion.

"Good people will never die in this world." As the voice just now came, the girls stopped arguing.

At this time, the boy had stopped in front of them and was quietly watching the girls who were arguing.

What did he just say? Good people never die?

Fal opened his mouth to retort, but the expressionless boy continued speaking.

"Bad guys don't die."

The boy said, looking away from the girls and turning around.

"Only one kind of man dies: the foolish man."

The girls looked at each other with downcast eyes.

They thought they understood what the boy said because they were foolish and stupid at the time, and they who fell into hell were the stupid people in the boy's context.

but......

He is not a socialist.

He believed that if good people wanted to practice their own compassion, benevolence, justice and beautiful ideals, they must be more cunning, treacherous and work harder than evil people.

This is a brutal struggle.

If you put down the knife, you will die.

He once had the fantasy that "I can tolerate everyone in the world."

There is a gap between theory and reality, and this gap needs to be filled through "practice".

But when you actually put it into practice, this idea will change.

This is equivalent to the difference between those who "sit in the office drinking tea in the rear" and those who "are fighting cruelly face to face with the enemy on the front line."

If you have never been beaten, you will not feel pain. If you talk while standing, your waist will not hurt.

Those who have been beaten do not know what forgiveness is, and strong hatred is rooted in their hearts.

Don't have any illusions about your enemy. This is a life-and-death struggle. This is the experience that Uzumaki Menma gained from "the practice of theory."

087 Harem, promiscuity, this is also a way to collect imperial tools

Back to the present, the boy and the girl are still arguing about the issue of "paying debts".

"You guy, how dare you ask a girl for money! Are you still a man?" Main accused.

"I don't have to be a man, and I don't think of you as a woman."

For girls who naturally love beauty, such words are simply a blow to them, and completely negate the feminine charm that they are proud of.

What does this equate to?

Is it something like "insults that directly attack men's sexual organs"?

Uzumaki Menma, his heart has long been as hard as steel, he has been through countless battles, and he doesn't feel any pain at all when facing any verbal humiliation.

But what about Miss Myne?

Ma Yin was completely angry.

She was really angry.

His fists were clenched, his lips were trembling, and his eyes were filled with tears.

Even Farr leaned close to El's ear and whispered, "It seems a bit too much."

Luna nodded.

Marin left without looking back, and soon disappeared in the crowd.

Born into poverty and subjected to verbal attacks from others since childhood, how could he be so fragile inside?

but......

why?