[Prison A] [Little Godson] [Wits] [North American Cthulhu] [America]
In the FBI's encrypted files, my codename is "Texas Confucian Sage."
They said that I could recite Eastern scriptures orally to make the most brutal gangsters put down their butcher knives and repent with tears in their eyes.
It is also said that I can tear apart demons with my bare hands and save unspeakable monsters.
I am the godfather who sparks hope in the decaying neighborhoods of North America.
In the world of power, I am a noble prince with a mysterious origin.
They call me "Confucian Sage" and "God".
It's funny to say.
More than ten years ago, I was just a little redneck who was about to lose his father.
I knelt in the church, but could not get a glimpse of God.
Until that mysterious man named Kong rescued me from despair. He whispered in my ear:
"Child, the medicine is not in the hospital or the church, but in your heart."
Today, I hang "The Analects of Confucius" around my waist and build a dojo on the streets of Texas.
I suppress gangs, clean up neighborhoods, and leave a way for the poor people at the bottom who can't survive.
I use the enemy's rules to turn my hands into clouds and rain in the upper class society.
I thought that as long as the seeds of the Great Way of Confucius and Mencius were sown, this land without "benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust" would be saved.
But I never thought that the real focus was the "old god" that sucked people's desire.
And the godfather named Kong who saved me back then is now standing at the end of the road to heaven, waiting for me to ask "him":
"Tell me, can you block my righteousness?"
