Naruto, Uzumaki Menma, just wants to conquer the world

A happy smile appeared on Menma's face, and he held Frieda's hand tightly, as if he wanted to integrate her into his life.

He knew that at this moment, he had won his own happiness.

This kneeling was not only Menma's proposal to Frieda, but also a challenge and declaration of war against his own destiny.

He was willing to give up everything for love, just to be able to spend his life with Frida.

However, what is Menma's actual psychology like?

Menma knelt in front of Frieda, feeling filled with humiliation.

His kneeling was not out of true love, but a helpless act driven by power and status.

He clearly remembered that he was a young man with dreams and full of fighting spirit, but the cruel reality forced him to compromise...

At that time, Menma had three broken ribs, and the piercing pain instantly ran through his body and penetrated deep into his bones.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, and blood gushed out of the wound madly, staining his clothes red.

He clenched his teeth and tried not to groan in pain.

However, the intense pain came like an endless tide, hitting his nerves wave after wave. His vision began to blur, and sweat and blood mixed together, soaking his forehead.

Menma was in an unprecedented struggle.

He knew that he was on the brink of life and death, and if he was not careful he might sleep in the darkness forever.

However, a strong desire to survive surged in his heart.

He was unwilling to die like this, as he still had many unfinished things to do, many worlds to conquer, and many people to enslave.

He tried to concentrate and tried to mobilize the remaining strength in his body to fight the raging pain. He told himself that he could not give up and could not just succumb to the arrangement of fate.

Menma gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, as if trying to draw strength from the cold metal. A determined light flashed in his eyes, which was the determination to win.

Time returns to the present.

He understood that only through Frieda's background and connections could he gain more power and status...

Therefore, he put aside his self-esteem and dignity and proposed to Frieda.

Menma's heart was filled with humiliation and unwillingness, but he had to accept this fact.

Although he felt as if he had become a slave bound by power and status and had lost his freedom and dignity, Menma also knew that this was a choice he had made.

He could only endure the humiliation silently and move on.

Perhaps one day in the future, he will be able to regain his dignity and freedom through his own efforts and strength.

However, at this moment, he could only bury this humiliation deep in his heart and cover up the pain and struggle in his heart with a smile and a determined look.

Three days after his successful confession, Menma Brown was reinstated in all his posts, returned to the garrison corps, and was quickly promoted, as if his past military achievements were not worth mentioning in the face of this relationship.

The humiliation in Menma's heart was like a bottomless river, flowing with his endless pain and struggle.

His humiliation did not come only from external pressure and difficulties, but from the regret and despair in his heart for his own choices and path.

He realized that he had become a weakling in the game of fate, driven by power and desire and embarked on a path of no return.

However, despite the humiliation and pain in his heart, Menma did not give up his goal of conquering the world.

344 For the sake of his career, Menma sold his body and married Historia's sister

To this day, even in this world, Menma's thoughts are still so twisted.

He never loves a specific person.

Menma believes that the desire to love and be loved is a human instinct and is inevitable, just like the seven emotions and six desires that people have.

However, he still believes that loving specific people is foolish.

1. Isn’t it stupid to desire rewards and leave the decision of whether to repay to others?

2. It is even more foolish to make unilateral contributions to others without seeking any return.

Over the years, Mian Ma has saved many people.

How many of these so-called "specific people" will repay their benefactors?

How many people will repay kindness with enmity?

Menma knew that very well.

This is what is called a specific person.

Giving love to others is like exposing your weaknesses to others, which can be violated at any time in this cruel world.

Give love to abstract symbols and to the ideals in your heart. If you are selfless, you will be fearless; if you are fearless, you will be fearless; if you have no desires, you will be strong.

Saving people ≠ loving people

Save people = love abstract symbol

That is the embodiment of following one's own abstract will.

what is love?

Love is the perdition of free will.

In love, people often lose the ability to make independent decisions and actions. Even if reason tells them that they should not do so, emotion will still drive them to fall into it hopelessly.

Feiyangyang and Licking Dog were born because of this.

This group of people lack love too much, crave love too much, and too easily give up rationality and freedom for love. In the end, they are covered with scars and become clowns. These are the so-called people who love specifically.

This kind of decline reflects human beings' pursuit and yearning for emotions and is a natural emotional response.

The original standards may be broken because love is not an act that can be chosen independently. Even if the other person does not meet one's expectations or standards, people may still be unable to extricate themselves from loving him or her.

This is true for family, friends, and lovers.

Just as "parents who love their children" can accept their children's ordinariness and tolerate their various shortcomings.

This is an invasion of rationality by emotion, which makes people go against their free will and sink into love without hesitation.

Love and freedom are opposites.

Love is a shackle, it is definitely not freedom.

Love is either to imprison oneself or others...

Either you just confine yourself and give to the object of your love...

The wise never fall in love, the strong are forever in reincarnation.

In the quiet afternoon, the sunlight shone through the half-open window into the room where Frida and Menma were.

The air was filled with a faint floral scent, which seemed to add a touch of sweetness to the ambiguous atmosphere.

Frieda sat on the soft chair by the window, her long hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall, her hair dancing in the breeze.

Her eyes were deep and bright, as if they contained endless stories. She was wearing a thin dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her movements, like a blooming lily.

Menma sat opposite Frieda.

The atmosphere between the two gradually heated up, and their eyes met, as if electricity was passing through the air.

A blush appeared on Frieda's face. She lowered her head slightly to avoid the boy's gaze, but the corners of her mouth rose involuntarily.

The young man was moved when he saw this. He stood up and slowly walked towards Frieda.

Every step he took seemed so firm and powerful, as if he had made a great determination.

When he walked to Frieda's side, he whispered in her ear, "You are so beautiful." Menma's voice was low and gentle, like a warm breeze blowing through Frieda's heart.

Frieda raised her head and met the boy's gaze, her eyes flickering with shyness and anticipation.

She bit her lower lip lightly, as if she was hesitating about something.

Seeing this, the young man reached out and gently held Frieda's hand. His palm was warm and strong, as if he wanted to melt her in his arms.

Frieda felt a warm feeling in her heart as she looked at Menma's nervous and expectant expression.

She smiled softly before moving closer to Menma and resting her head on his shoulder.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze.

The sound of their heartbeats echoed in the room, and their breathing intertwined, as if becoming the most beautiful melody in the world.

The sunlight from outside shone through the window onto them, covering them with a layer of golden glow.

The atmosphere in the room became more ambiguous and sweet, as if the whole world was immersed in this beauty.

Frieda and Menma lay side by side on the bed. The moonlight from outside the window shone through the gauze-like curtains, casting patches of light on their bodies, adding a touch of mystery to the quiet night.

The woman's long hair was as silky and soft, gently draped over the boy's shoulders. Her eyes sparkled with stars, as if containing endless tenderness and love.

She tilted her head slightly, stared at the boy's face, and a shy and sweet smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Menma felt Frieda's gaze, he slowly opened his eyes and looked into her eyes.

Menma's hand gently held Frieda's hand, their fingers tightly intertwined, at this moment, they seemed to be able to hear each other's heartbeat and feel each other's breathing.

They were close to each other, yet maintained a subtle distance, as if testing each other's bottom line.

Frieda gently moved closer to the boy, resting her cheek on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

She felt an unprecedented sense of security and satisfaction, as if there were only the two of them left in the whole world. Menma gently embraced Frieda in his arms, their bodies pressed tightly together, as if they were going to merge into each other.

He sacrificed his body...

He sacrificed his chastity...

He sacrificed his dignity...

This sacrifice is meaningful.

That day, Frieda stood at the door of her father's study, took a deep breath, and knocked gently.

Her father's steady voice came from the study: "Come in." She pushed open the door and walked in.

In the study, Rhodes was sitting at the desk, holding a thick book in his hands, frowning slightly, as if thinking about something.

Frida walked up to her father and called softly, "Dad."

Rhode raised his head and saw that it was Frieda. He smiled gently and said, "Frieda, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"

Frieda bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and decided to tell the truth: "Dad, it's about Menma."

The father was slightly startled, put down the book in his hand, and motioned Frieda to sit down: "Braus? Well, what happened to him? Tell me."

After sitting down, Frida organized her words and told her father in detail about Menma's performance and her own observations. She hoped that her father would consider giving Menma a chance to promote so that he could better display his talents.

Rhodes listened quietly, nodding from time to time to show his understanding.

Come to think of it, this was originally his plan.

After listening to Frida's words, he pondered for a while, then said: "You have grown up and learned to observe people. I will consider Menma's matter."

Frieda nodded, indicating that she understood what her father meant.

She believed that her father was a fair and strict man who would not favor Menma because of their relationship.

However, she still hopes that her father will give Menma this chance to prove his worth.

Rhodes saw Frieda's expression and knew that she still had expectations in her heart.

He smiled and patted Frieda's hand, saying, "Don't worry, I will seriously consider it. I won't bury him."

After hearing what her father said, Frida felt a lot more relieved.

"Thank you, Dad," she said softly.

Rhodes smiled and shook his head: "Silly child, you are my daughter, of course I have to consider you."

"However, you must also remember that things in the park are complicated and changeable. You must learn to protect yourself."

Frieda nodded, then turned and left the study.

Frieda's father, the real behind-the-scenes ruler of this country, had actually already silently paved a path to success for Menma in his heart.

He was well aware of Menma's talent and potential, and also saw his deep affection for Frieda. Therefore, he had already drawn a blueprint for a bright future for Menma in his heart.

In his daily conversations, Frieda's father always manipulated the fake king to intentionally or unintentionally mention Menma's merits, praising his abilities and character.

The fake king was not stingy in praising Mian Ma in public, which made many people start to notice Mian Ma and allowed him to gradually stand out in the officialdom.

In addition, Frieda's father secretly paved the way for Menma's official career.