Star Dome Railway, are you a player too?

The picture on the light screen faded, and new words appeared on it:

[You rushed into the quarantine area without hesitation. 】

[That group of infected people can still show off their power when facing the pioneering team, but as soon as you rush into the quarantine area, those dancing vines are completely lifeless. 】

[They wither under your influence, and eventually turn into withered dry branches, which dissipate into smoke and dust with the wind. 】

[You used the most ferocious attitude in your life, massacring these infected people. From the beginning, their attitude of wanting to kill you alive turned into trembling when they saw you, and they tried desperately to get away. 】

The text on the light screen faded away, and a new picture emerged on it:

"Your Majesty Ron, let me go! Please let me go!"

The infected person shivered and looked at Ron who was walking slowly not far away. He subconsciously stepped back, but accidentally stepped on a piece of gravel and fell to the ground. He could only sit on the ground and look at his whole body. There was no trace of blood on his body, but Ron could smell a strong smell of blood from his body. He backed up on the floor in a panic and backed away:

"Before, when you established the empire and ascended the throne, I was your loyal supporter! Before the establishment of the empire, I worked for the Iron Guard logistics. I had no credit but hard work. Please take this into account... ..”

"Which share?"

Ron interrupted him lightly:

"Betray the empire? Or harm the pioneer heroes?"

"me......"

The infected man was speechless for a moment, with cold sweat covering his forehead. Seeing Ron racking his brains, he suddenly said sharply:

"Even if I committed a crime, it's not your turn to kill me now, Ron!"

"Have you forgotten the laws of the empire? Even if you are convicted, you will still have to go through the Belloberg Tribunal—"

A thick, python-like vine suddenly sprang out from the shadows and wrapped around the infected person's body.

"Creak, creak..."

The infected person was directly twisted until all the bones in his body were shattered. He was completely squeezed and twisted into a pile of mud, and lay limply on the ground.

Ron looked at him silently, waved his hand, and withdrew the dark gold crystal amber that was generated in front of him to act as a shield to block the blood bursting from the infected person, and said softly:

"you're right."

"But I am the law."

The picture on the light screen faded, and a new note appeared on it:

[You tortured and killed many infected people. The citizens of the empire who saw this scene were all amazed and full of fear of you. 】

[The stability and cohesion of the empire have been greatly reduced. 】

[Because you are too lazy to listen to the screams of these empire citizens, you casually woven dense vines into a vine cage and flipped it down to cover the entire quarantine area. Now no one can see the situation inside the quarantine area from the outside. 】

[The citizens of the empire are even more frightened, and the stability and cohesion of the empire have been greatly reduced. 】

Looking at the words on the light screen, Ron shrugged indifferently.

If it were before, seeing the empire's stability and cohesion plummeting, he would probably be scratching his head now, thinking about how to stabilize the empire.

But now Ron was completely unconcerned.

Whether you like it or not, I still don’t like watching it if it doesn’t fall!

Who is following your empire?The empire will be gone starting today. I, Ron, have given up my job. You disgusting idiots, please find someone more reliable than me!

Ron was thinking this, but he didn't care much about it.

Now there's only one thing he cares about...or rather, only one person.

That's right now, the character popping up on the light screen...

Ron looked at the light screen in front of him, and new text popped up on it:

[You went deep into the quarantine area and killed countless infected people who had gone astray due to greed. 】

[Finally, deep in the quarantine area, you found the person you had vowed to find since you first entered the quarantine area. 】

[You have found the special Masked Fool, Sambo. 】

The text on the light screen faded away, and a new picture emerged from it:

Ron strode into the depths of the quarantine area. Although the quarantine area had been shielded by the cage he had woven with vines, because his vines always exuded a faint golden light, in fact, it was still considered a place in the quarantine area. Go to the bright hall.

Not far in front of him, there was a middle-aged infected person who looked timid and fearful like other infected people. He was looking at Ron with horrified eyes and his tone was full of fear:

"Don't, don't kill me, please..."

"Stop pretending, Sambo."

Ron interrupted his play without hesitation, glanced at the infected man's striking blue hair, looked at him with a cold face, and said:

"You know what I came for you... It's time for us to settle the accounts, you bastard."

"Oh, why did you see it...?"

Hearing Ron's insults, the infected person complained with a smile, and then changed his appearance, put his hands on his chest, and bowed slightly towards Ron, with elegant etiquette:

"It's a great honor to meet you, my dear... I am Sambo Kosky, Beloberg's most reliable trader, and your most reliable friend——"

As he spoke, he moved towards Ron enthusiastically and opened his arms generously:

"What's wrong, you're so unhappy to see me? Oh, don't be angry, how about... a hug?"

Ron stared at Sambo. This guy had a cheerful smile on his face, and he sincerely wanted to hug Ron.

He had no defense against Ron, not at all.

But Ron knew clearly that this was not because Sambo had any trust in him, nor was it because the bastard and him had any friendship in the previous encounters and cared about each other...

It was simply that Sambo felt that Ron was not a threat and there was no need to care at all - that's all.

"......why?"

Ron looked at Sambo with his arms open in front of him. He didn't really hug him. Instead, he was silent for a long time and asked questions from the bottom of his heart:

"Why on earth could you do those things?"

Although Ron could somewhat figure out what Sambo would do, he still couldn't fully understand Sambo's motives.

Why on earth did this guy do those things?What on earth was he thinking?

Ron didn't know...he hoped to find out from Sambo.

"Why? What did you say?"

Sambo scratched his head and looked indifferent:

"Are you referring to why I gave everyone the thing that the pharmacist made?"

He said with a heartbroken expression:

"Oh, family, didn't I write to you before? Human dignity, human dignity, how can you not give them a chance to choose?"

"No matter what the choice is, you have to give them the opportunity to choose. This can be regarded as respect... You see, just like now, they have made their own choices and made their own choices. You have to pay the corresponding price for your choice.”

Sambo said, the expression on his face revealed a hint of superior alienation...

Ron looked at Sambo on the light screen and completely understood his thoughts.

Whether it is handing over the seeds of disaster to ordinary people, or telling infected people about the existence of star cores, in Sambo, all these things are said to be giving ordinary people the right to choose, and they keep saying that they respect these ordinary people. human dignity...

But Ron showed no respect for anyone's humanity.

He just used this so-called "respect for human nature" to give himself a high-sounding reason to seduce these ordinary people and control the development of events on Yalilo-VI.

The Masked Fool is indeed the Masked Fool... Ron can clearly feel that Sambo just regards everything above Yalilo-VI as a drama, for the fun of this drama Sex and his own favorite twists and turns, so he would take it upon himself to try to guide the development of the drama.

Because he felt that Ron had hidden all the blessed berries and not told the people, so he took out all these berries and distributed them directly to all the people in the empire, giving everyone in the empire a right to choose.

But Sambo must know in his heart... Ron's choice was correct.

Keeping the secret of the blessed berries a secret will bring the empire to a happy ending.

Only when the empire gradually develops to its peak can these things be truly taken out and allow the people of the empire to undergo an overall evolution. At that time, the empire will be able to bear the consumption of food and will not lead to the collapse of social order. It will not lead to the disintegration of the empire.

But Sambo wants to give these things to the people of the empire first, and even add some fierce materials to them to test the humanity of the people of the empire - since it is a drama, the more dramatic the ending, the more fun it will be.

If it were just a story about Ron leading the entire empire to revival and developing bit by bit, perhaps because Ron's ability is so strong, it would seem to be smooth sailing, and the plot would develop smoothly without any ups and downs.

And if it is a tragedy about a hero being defeated by despicable human nature, and human beings being destroyed by their own greed... it may be full of ups and downs, enough to make people feel full of emotions after watching it, and they will shed a poem for it. Tears a lot.

So Sambo did just that, using embellished words to guide people to make choices they shouldn’t have made. He also called it giving people the power to choose, respecting human dignity, and then sat aside and laughed. Watch the development of all this, watch the drama of your own hands gradually move towards a tragic ending——

However, these things may be just a drama to outsiders, but for the people of the empire, it is a disaster...

Sambo doesn't care at all what the outcome will be for everyone involved in this drama... He just looks forward to seeing a drama he loves, that's all.

As expected, he is the messenger of [Happiness]'s destiny... Just like their star god [Happiness], Haha, he once lurked on the star train of [Opening up] Akivili for half a year. After a long time, he got to know everyone, and then he blew up half of the train at a celebration banquet. I don't know how many unknown passengers died in this explosion.

And the reason is just to have fun and say hello to [Pioneering] Akivili... Sambo is really in the same bad vein as him.

Ron felt a great dislike for Sambo, and the picture on the light screen continued to play:

"Human dignity...you said, that is for their human dignity?"

Ron laughed out of anger for a moment, looking at Sangbo and narrowing his eyes slightly, with a trace of murderous intent looming in his eyes:

"You just treat them as toys, as puppets, enjoying the fun of provoking them, driving them, and enjoying seeing the complete ending of a drama..."

"Oh, yes, what's wrong?"

Sambo shrugged and interrupted Ron's words nonchalantly:

"Family, what is there to say about this? I really want to watch this show. Until now, the brothers and sisters in the tavern have unanimously praised the show. I don't know how many people have shed tears because of this tragedy."

He said with a smile: "Oh, by the way, did you know? You are the protagonist appointed by everyone. For you, I even deceived the old protagonist I originally expected..."

He said, pointing upward:

"No, it's in the sky. The star train is still going around and around up there. I can't find where Yalilo-VI is. They are the protagonists I originally arranged. I don't even want them for you. , how about it, do I value you enough?"

"...I would rather not have your attention."

Ron squeezed out this sentence through his teeth.

But Sambo seemed unable to hear the hostility in Ron's words, and said nonchalantly:

"Hey, I will value you whether you want it or not... Family, why do you think you are so serious? Look at your bitter face, how deep your hatred is!"

"You're not feeling guilty, are you? Do you think it's your own fault for failing to protect the empire?"

Sambo sighed and pretended to comfort him:

"Think about it, these things are not your problem. You have done nothing wrong. It's just that those stupid people can't restrain their desires, which has caused the empire to fall apart, civilization to be buried in the wind and snow, and no matter how noble a hero is, he can't defeat him. But the despicable humanity of these people... tsk tsk, I was moved to tears."

He wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes with a small handkerchief, and then returned to his smiling expression:

"And there's no need to care so much about it... Don't you think this drama is the most realistic thing in this illusory universe? The little joy that exists in this moment ', but it's proof of their existence."

"Be happy, family, the drama is over and you still have a new scene to catch up on."

Sambo said with a smile, patted Ron on the shoulder, and then prepared to leave casually...

But Ron grabbed his hand, like a pair of pliers made of copper and iron, and grabbed Sambo hard, not letting him leave.

"There is still a scene to be performed, Sambo..."

"What, family, do you still want to add some extra time to the show? Come on, let's talk about it. If it's fun, it's not impossible to do it temporarily..."

"A fight scene, Sambo."

"Fighting? It's good. Who is fighting whom and how?"

"The starring roles are you and me, and the style of play is... fight to the death."

The smile on Sambo's face faded.

His voice calmed down, even with a little coldness:

"Ah, family, I feel like I've given you some delusions that shouldn't exist..."

A tyrannical aura slowly emerged from Sambo's body, and Ron suddenly felt great pressure. It was like an ant facing a liger, but the shadows under the sunlight were already countless thousands of him. .....

Ron was as insignificant as an ant in front of Sambo, with no power to resist.

This is the power of "order"...

Sambo regained his smiling expression, looked at Ron and said with a smile:

"Really, family? Do you still have any idea that something is wrong now? Let me tell you, although your idea of ​​adding drama is good, you have to think clearly about what to add..."