He does not need the love and pity of others. Some people are united by cowardice, others are resented by injustice. Final destruction
What belongs to him is not the system, but the "inferior people" like him who are suppressed by the system. They did not get angry because of injustice, but instead blamed everything on their compatriots who rose up to resist. Everyone who was stupid and cruel thought that he carried the sword of justice.
"I thought there would be no idealists after the new calendar." The blond V said. Everything is divided into classes based on genes, just like the old saying: "All gifts from fate are secretly marked with a price." He couldn't afford it at that time.
The Confederacy, later called the Empire. Most people live under the protection of walls from birth to death and have never seen the real sky. But ignorance and blindness are the Eden in their hearts. Anyone who tries to wake them up will be bitten.
Everyone can take refuge in a group to cover up their shortcomings, but the solitary person who is awake and suffering cannot. He was like an angry, caged tiger. If someone discovers a shortcoming, it can be fatal.
Even the lowest and most marginalized people in the empire, as long as they are in a group, they will always bite one person collectively to prove their unity, and this person must not be a powerful person. They only love those who are quite isolated and helpless with their status; or those with a lower status than them. However, this is the third theater of the empire, the backbone of human and civil rights. Perhaps the only people with a lower status than them are aliens. But the aliens will take their useless heads easily and neatly on the battlefield, in the blood, flames, and artillery fire.
In the eyes of aliens, perhaps these boring and scary humans are pathetic and ridiculous. The clowns believe in the meaning of status and class. They can never enjoy the rights of "high-class people" who can easily trample others under their feet. However, they desperately flatter the "high-class people" and become pet dogs wallowing in the mud in order to gain the right to bite people of the same status as themselves. Because of the same origin, one is an angry beast who is forced to compete with a group of self-righteous, domesticated pet dogs. And their owners have the supreme power to easily pull out the teeth and claws of beasts. There seems to be no solution, the despicable people get the happiness they want from it, and the masters enjoy the fun of taming them and watching them torture their companions to death is like watching a wonderful gladiatorial fight.
It's all about status, Game of Thrones. It is about the encirclement and suppression of other people by some people who have inner identity and social relations. Some people are willing to degenerate, and some people are on the road of self-destruction; very few people hold on to their unyielding souls until they die. Their noble and eternal struggles and pursuits are buried in the black mud. No one knows their lives, their spirits, and their words. Nothing could be passed down, only the bones were scattered into mud, rotting under an unknown piece of land.
In the past, such people could be god kings, heroes, Moses who divided the sea, and unyielding resisters, but now they can only be carbon-based creatures composed of a mass of flesh and blood. It seems that the end of technological advancement is breaking something inside people. But most people don't even have a heart. They don't care about what you have been broken. They will only roar like monkeys and make sharp ridicule. He cannot understand this group of people, just as this group of people cannot understand him. Sometimes he even feels that all this is his own pretentiousness and illusion.
He hated that the Third War Zone was like an independent world - the Third World had its own way of survival. He cannot be assimilated, so he can only survive in pain. The chief frowned deeply and asked him with disgust why he could not be assimilated. As if he was a big problem, he could only remain silent. Everyone can take refuge in a group to cover up their shortcomings, but the solitary person who is awake and suffering cannot. He was like an angry, caged tiger. If someone discovers a shortcoming, it can be fatal. It can be seen that most people are cowards who draw swords on those who are more powerless, but they say that they are wise men who seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. They watch the bloody lion king fall and squint, enjoying the sense of safety and honor brought by the collective.
In this era, everyone has more or less the right to judge, so there is no standard for judgment. Their teachers did not teach them to be strict and respectful, and most of them took pleasure in not knowing etiquette and trampling on morality. Maybe their teachers are like this too. After all, the new era has been open for too long. They don't believe in rituals and music, but only in advocating skills. Yearning for all the evil in the dim human nature, hoping to get something from it that will make them stronger, and often the powerless procrastination and shameless fun can come together to do evil. The gathering of groups is their second courage. In most cases, the number of people is the same as the courage.
Every time his body was damaged, it was like his soul was reborn, but this did not make him a nobler soul. It was like a cold-blooded animal shedding its skin, leaving behind its former self to form a complete body, and no one cared whether the new flesh and blood was intact. After falling down countless times, he finally grew into a despicable person. He was surprised to find that the emotion of self-loathing appeared in himself. Perhaps it is those who hate despicability who can feel despicable, just like the mud on the white flowers and the blood stains on the butter.
And those who are born mean will never feel their own meanness. These people who retain the human dignity and morality of the old era, adhere to their duties and alienate themselves from the group seem to be the ugly scars under this rapidly established huge civilization. Because this era does not need that kind of people - scholars or thinkers. Especially in the third theater, what they need are worker ants. No one will be kind and care about your mental health. Since clones began to enter the battlefield, the bottom line of human nature may have dropped to another level. He laughed at himself and thought, maybe his model is a compassionate scholar. He will have a well-decorated office in the imperial capital, green plants, a high social status and a group of students.
Concept: They are the ugly scars of a rapidly growing civilization. Everything is not equal, the Throne of Thorns and the lower class. Light and shadow, crime and punishment of judgment.