Sword, Sorcery, and the Red Final Empire

Everything that can be defined is the property of the Final Owner.

Everything that cannot be defined is also about to become the property of the Final Owner.

After the Red Ghost Phoenix rose from the ashes, just as it was about to perish, I put on the appearance of capital and wreaked havoc. I dressed in the clothes of the bourgeoisie, wearing luxurious finery and garments of every color. Yet I cherished life and stood for solidarity and mutual aid. Guided by compassion, I dispelled hatred and envy. Wearing their skin, I was resurrected...

What happens when capitalism starts cultivating, too?

This book is an absolute mess: capitalism, communism, anarchism, special-ism... socialism... it digs a hole here and there without rhyme or reason. The plot is melodramatic, the alterations are extreme, the ideas are bizarre, the twists are wild, and the elements are all mixed together: great-power chauvinism, capitalist revisionism, feudal revisionism, terminal revisionism, distinctive characteristics, deus ex machina, the rise of the races, death songs, delicious canned food... It's a complete hodgepodge.

Reform! Revolution!