Star Dome Railway, why are they also simulating!

Ron looked at the options on the light screen and couldn't help but sigh.

Natasha is indeed a very good woman. From what she said, she clearly knows the current situation, but because of her kindness, she still has a little too beautiful fantasy about this shabby empire...

Although Ron did feel a little regretful and really wanted to complete the game, after all, he had promised Natasha a warm new world in the game, but in the end he made another choice when he could have done so, which made him feel a little sorry for Natasha.

But now that Ron has come to this point, there is no way that he will listen to Natasha and act like a coward again.

Even the two options in the simulation that allowed for continued forbearance were not available, only option number three, the one that carried murderous intent, was still lit...

He had long been fed up with these stupid infected people.

It’s time for all the fucking pictures!

Ron thought so in his heart, a slightly twisted smile appeared on his face, and he clicked option number three without hesitation.

The option box on the light screen disappeared, and the picture continued to play:

"Nata...I understand where you're coming from."

Ron looked back at Natasha who was holding his right hand and pulling him to stop him from moving forward, and sighed slightly:

"But Nata... have you ever heard a saying?"

"A word?"

Natasha was slightly startled, "What?"

"Today I will cede five cities, tomorrow I will cede ten cities, and then I will be able to sleep peacefully for one night. When I get up and look around, the enemy troops are coming again..."

"If it's as you said, we will face this situation, where our bottom line will be tested little by little, and others will bully us."

Ron said, his tone softened, he gently pulled Natasha's hand away and whispered:

"Actually, our oath... can be completed by two people."

"When that happens, I'll accompany you two to travel all over Yalilo-VI... Why would we care about these bastards?"

Ron said, turning his head to look at the infected people who were still waving vines proudly not far away and were wrapped in endless vines...

"The enemy is right in front of me, how can I compromise?"

There was a hint of coldness in his clear voice, but he was furious:

"I will fight until the land is covered in blood and there are no more enemies!"

"Wait for my triumphant return!"

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

[You rushed into the quarantine area without hesitation.]

[The group of infected people can still show off their might when facing the pioneer group, but once you rush into the quarantine area, those dancing vines will be completely lifeless.]

[They withered under your influence, and eventually turned into dry yellow branches, which turned into smoke and dust and dissipated in the wind.]

[You used the most ferocious attitude in your life, slaughtering these infected people wantonly. They went from baring their fangs and claws at you at the beginning, wanting to kill you alive, to trembling in fear when they saw you, and trying to escape in a panic.]

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

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

An infected person trembled as he 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 Ron, who was not stained with blood but could smell a strong smell of blood, and hurriedly supported himself on the floor and stepped back:

"In the past, when you established the empire and ascended the throne, I was your loyal supporter! Before the establishment of the empire, I also worked in the logistics of the Iron Guard. Even if I have no merits, I have worked hard. I beg you to consider this..."

"Which one?"

Ron interrupted him lightly:

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

"me......"

The infected person was speechless for a moment, his forehead covered with cold sweat. He watched Ron racking his brains and suddenly said in a stern voice:

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

"Have you forgotten the imperial law? Even if you are convicted, you still have to go through the trial of the Beloberg Court—"

A thick vine like a python suddenly jumped out from the shadows on the side and wrapped around the infected person.

"Creak, creak..."

The infected person's bones were crushed all over his body, and he was completely squeezed into a puddle of mud, lying limply on the ground.

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

"you're right."

“But I am the Dharma.”

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

[You slaughtered a great number of infected people. The citizens of the Empire who saw this scene were all amazed and filled with fear of you.]

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

[Because you were too lazy to listen to the screams of these imperial citizens, you casually summoned dense vines to weave into a vine cage, which was turned upside 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 terrified, 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 plummeting stability and cohesion, he would probably be scratching his head in anxiety, wondering how to stabilize the empire again.

But now Ron was completely at a loss.

It doesn’t matter whether it falls or not. If it doesn’t fall, I wouldn’t like to watch it!

Who cares about your empire? The empire is gone from today. I, Ron, quit my job. You disgusting idiots, find someone more reliable than me!

Ron thought so in his heart, but he didn't care much about it.

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

That is now, the character that jumps out on the light screen...

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

[You went deep into the quarantine area and slaughtered countless infected people who had gone astray because of greed.]

[Finally, deep in the quarantine area, you found the person you vowed to find from the moment you first entered the quarantine area.]

[You found the special masked fool, Sambo.]

The words on the light screen faded, and a new picture emerged:

Ron strode into the depths of the isolation zone. Although the isolation zone had been shielded by a cage woven with vines, his vines emitted a faint golden light all the time, so the isolation zone was actually quite bright.

Not far in front of him, there was a middle-aged infected person who looked timid and as frightened as the 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 person's striking blue hair, looked at him coldly, and said:

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

"Oh, how did you see that..."

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

"It's an honor to meet you, dear... I am Sambo Koski, the most reliable merchant in Beloberg and your most reliable friend--"

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

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

Ron stared at Sambo. The guy had a happy smile on his face and wanted to hug Ron sincerely.

He had no defenses against Ron, absolutely nothing.

But Ron knew that it wasn't because Sambo trusted him, nor was it because he and the bastard had any friendship in their previous encounters, and they respected each other...

It was simply that Sambo felt that Ron was not a threat and that he didn't need to be cared about at all - that was all.

"......Why?"

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

"Why on earth could you do those things?"

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

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

Ron wasn't sure...he hoped to find the answer from Sambo.

"Why? What did you say?"

Sambo scratched his head, looking nonchalant:

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

He said with a look of deep sorrow on his face:

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

"No matter what choice they make, they have to be given the opportunity to choose. This is what respect means... Look, just like now, they have made their own choices and paid the corresponding price for their choices."

As Sambo spoke, his expression revealed a hint of superiority and alienation...

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

Whether it was handing over the seeds of disaster to ordinary people, or telling the infected people about the existence of the star core, in Sangbo, all these things were euphemistically called giving ordinary people the right to choose, and they kept saying that they respected the human dignity of these ordinary people...

But Ron showed no respect for any humanity at all.

He was merely using the so-called "respect for humanity" as an excuse to lure these ordinary people and control the development of events on Yalilo-VI.

The Masked Fool is indeed the Masked Fool... Ron could clearly feel that Sambo was just treating everything on Yarilo-VI as a drama. For the sake of the drama's fun and his favorite twists and turns, he would personally step in and try to guide the development of the drama.

Because he felt that Ron had concealed all the blessed berries and did not tell the people, so he took out all the berries and distributed them directly to all the people of the empire, giving everyone in the empire the right to choose.

But Sambo must know in his heart...Ron's choice was the right one.

Only by keeping the matter of the blessed berries secret can the empire have a happy ending.

Only when the empire gradually develops to its peak, can these things be truly taken out, allowing the people of the empire to evolve as a whole - at that time, the empire will be able to afford the consumption of food, and will not lead to the collapse of social order or the disintegration of the empire.

But Sambo wanted to hand these things over to the people of the empire first, and even add some shocking stuff to them to test the humanity of the people of the empire - since it was a drama, the more dramatic the ending, the more fun it would be.

If it was just a story about Ron leading the entire empire to revival and development bit by bit, perhaps because Ron's ability is so strong that it would seem to be smooth sailing, the plot would develop smoothly, and there would be no ups and downs at all.

But if it was a tragedy about a hero being defeated by despicable human nature and humanity being destroyed by its own greed... then perhaps the story would be full of ups and downs, enough to fill people's hearts with emotion and make them shed a lot of tears.

So Sambo did just that, using exaggerated words to guide people to make choices that they shouldn't have made, and then called it giving people the power to choose and respecting human dignity, and then sat aside and laughed as he watched all this unfold, watching the drama he had manipulated gradually move towards a tragic ending.

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

Sambo doesn't care at all about what will happen to all the people involved in this drama... He is just looking forward to watching a drama that he likes, that's all.

As expected, he is worthy of being the messenger of [Joy]'s destiny... Just like their star god [Joy] Aha, he once lurked in [Exploration] Akivelli's Star Train for half a year. After getting familiar with everyone, he directly blew up half of the train at a celebration banquet. I don't know how many unknown guests died in this explosion.

And the reason was just for fun and to say hello to [Pioneer] Akiveli... Sambo is really as bad as him.

Ron felt extremely disgusted with Sambo, and the image on the screen continued to play:

“Human dignity…you said, it’s for their human dignity?”

Ron was so angry that he laughed for a moment. He looked at Sambo and narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes:

"You just treat them as toys, as puppets, enjoying the pleasure of inciting them, driving them, and enjoying seeing the complete end of a drama..."

"Oh, yeah, what's wrong?"

Sambo shrugged and interrupted Ron indifferently:

"Family, what's there to say about this? I really want to watch this drama. So far, the brothers and sisters in the tavern have praised it unanimously. I wonder how many people have shed tears for this tragedy."