Only My Strength

The world always glorifies strength in a superficial way - they worship muscular warriors, revere politicians with scepters, and even crouch under the shadow of fear. Ridiculous! These are but foam rising on the surface of the abyss. The real power is an underground river of molten gold flowing silently. It cuts rock formations, reshapes continents, and draws everything into its gravitational field with the law of absolute entropy—its name is money. When an electromagnetic sniper bullet costing millions tears apart the night sky, the so-called "valor" is just a farce on a flesh-and-blood stage. The killing efficiency bought by money has reduced the Wrath of a Man to a fossil in a museum. Rich people staying alive in frozen warehouses, immortal organs customized by gene editing, "life experience leasing" provided by AI... Money has already dismantled time into tradable commodities. Whatever can be quantified can be conquered. Fear makes you huddle up in the cold night, and money builds a fortress that isolates the world; fear makes you desire power, and money builds the golden ladder leading directly to the throne. Fear is gunpowder, money is a precision-guided warhead - it can transform the trembling of nothingness into crushing the enemy's spine. Politicians waving their wands? Find out who's behind the scenes fueling his campaign plane. A general commanding a fleet? Figure out whose offshore account is paying the carrier battle group's fuel bill. Every heartbeat of power is a tonic pumped in by money. The flowers in front of the tombstone will wither, the tears of relatives and friends will dry up, and the blade of fear will rust - only the power of money will remain as bright as new in the civilized cemetery. The power of money is always greater than life! More than emotion! Worse than death! Until eternity!