The wretched heir of the main god

"Wake up, the fooled people..."

Then, the princes of the second gang ~ the party members, listening to the tune, their bodies all burned, even the demon girl is no exception.

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Leaving the group of secondary school bear children adjusters and returning to his home, Akafir saw Lauru Cruz sitting in his room, looking at the printed version of the manuscript he had written.

This is a book to be published by Akafir, titled "Pandora's Box".

On the surface, this book contains Akafir's political views and worldview insights, discussing the origin of the current hatred between adjusters and natural persons.

However, after only reading a few chapters, Cruz understood what a book it was.

"I know, my little friend, I used to think that I was the cruelest person in the world as a punisher, but after reading what you wrote today, I realized that I was wrong."

"Destroying mankind can only prove that it is second-degree, not necessarily evil."

Akafir smiled, then took off his jacket and lay directly on the bed to rest.His body has recovered a lot now, but he is still a little short of a normal person.Accompanying the princelings of the second grade bear kids to a day's ideological education class, now I feel very tired.

Cruz said: "Prometheus stole fire from the sky and stole power to mankind, but it also brought disaster."

Akafir said: "But in the midst of disaster, there is hope."

Cruz looked at the paper in his hand and sighed

"I once wanted to punish humans through the war between adjusters and natural persons. But I think that no matter how hard I toss, I can only toss for a very limited time. But after reading your book, I understand , After the things you write are spread out, there will be no peace in this world."

Akafil lying on the bed said with an expression of "divine" light.

"Once class consciousness is awakened, and class contradictions are ignited, it will inevitably flow in blood, ending with the complete destruction of another class by one class. Then the victorious class will soon degenerate and become crazy. The class that we want to overthrow and destroy, and class contradictions continue to accumulate until the next opportunity to erupt. This is a historical necessity and the cycle of the world. No one can resist this cycle, that is, God or the consciousness of this world. Can't escape this cycle."

Then he said: "I didn't actually do anything, I just wrote the truth out."

Lauru Cruz raised the print paper in his hand:

"But the vast majority of human beings in this world are muddled idiots. If they continue to be fooled, the world will be able to operate. However, you stole the fire, telling them the truth of the world, and even Teach them the methods and methods to break the old world, so that the world that could have been running can no longer calm down."

Akafil laughed:

"Isn't this what you want and pursue? Watching the humans you hate killing each other."

Cruz sighed: "After I understood your book, I realized that my conspiracies are basically children’s games. With the productivity of this world, human beings are living in a muddle-headed manner, and maybe they will have to endure an outbreak of conflict in hundreds of years. The pain of the collapse of order, but the frequency of the blood flowing into rivers of these things you wrote will increase by many times. Because the human beings who know the source of the pain, those who are muddled, will see through the hypocrisy of the world more quickly and understand the world. The truth. After they know the truth, their endurance will be lower, and when conflicts erupt, they will be even more tragic."

"Without destruction, there can be no renewal. The world will be healthier after the decayed flesh is removed. I am neither a punisher nor a destroyer. I am just a fire thief. What I bring to this decadent world is the fire of hope!"

In the room, Cruz took out a lighter and lit the printed paper.

"The problem is, your fire of hope is in a Pandora's box."

"Without fuel, there is no flame. For the fire of hope to be immortal, something needs to be burned. There will always be some people, some classes, who will become sacrifices. After the flames, the world will be healthier and humans will be happier. ......"

Akafil looked at the ceiling and said:

"Today I was at Sara's house and met with the children of the committee members. I taught them a lot according to the things on this paper. Guess what I was thinking when I left?"

"What do you think?"

"Among them, will there be a character who has betrayed his own class in the future...that will be very interesting..."

Cruz shook his body. He threw aside the burning piece of paper in his hand, then took off his face mask with one hand and Akafel's mask with the other hand.

He used the face of an "old man" to face the face under the other's mask, which was called the "devil's left face" by the blue cosmos man.

Staring at the left eye that was as deep as an abyss, Cruz sighed: "I think of myself as the punisher of God, but you are a god. I want to punish this world, but you are playing with this world."

"But my current behavior is to save the world and make him better! You, the punisher who wants to destroy the world, is too late to stop me."

Cruz sneered at his nose:,

"Making the world a better place is part of playing with him!"

Then he fell on the bed too, lying side by side with Akafil.

Akafir is ill, and Cruz's health is also not very good.During this period of time, he has been training assiduously, in addition to tune ~ teaching rookie MS pilots, which consumes a lot of physical strength.I read those things written by Akafir again, but my mind hasn't stopped, and now I'm equally tired.

Akafir Road:

"You know? Cruz, what I am very interested in now is that in the future, when I get the medicine and cure your illness, will you still hate the world like today?"

"You devil..."

Cruz snorted in his nostrils, and he suddenly felt that the temperature in the room was a bit cold.

Chapter 16 Food Crisis

PLANT is composed of 12 regions (called "cities"), and each "city" has its own specialized department.The cities are arranged by month in Rome, and each city consists of 10 colonial satellites.

The Supreme Council-the council that governs PLANT and Zaft, is set in Aprilius.

At this moment, many PLANT leaders gathered in a meeting to discuss countermeasures to the food crisis.

"It is too dangerous for the food lifeline to be in the hands of the Earth United. Regardless of whether there are forces within the earth that are willing to provide food to PLANT, we should change this situation!"

Patrick's proposal loudly, this proposal, whether hardline or steady, the committee members present nodded in agreement.

"We have been carrying out the transformation of the colonial stars U7~10. In the future, the colonial stars U7 will not only be used for food storage, but will also be used for food production. In less than a year, we PLANT will no longer have to worry about the food lifeline being controlled by others." 'S in-laws, Azalia added in due course.

"The progress needs to be accelerated, Your Excellency Jiuer."

Siegel tapped his finger on the tabletop, "Currently, the establishment of food satellites should take priority over any projects. If necessary, some military projects require concessions."

Patrick shook his head: "Klein, I don't agree with you. With the current situation, war may break out at any time, and military projects should also be stepped up."

Siegel did not refute Patrick this time. He is a moderate but not a fool. He clearly knows that there is no guarantee of force and peace is just empty talk.

Patrick added: "This time the neutral country that has promised to provide us with food, its transport ship is not under the joint control of the earth. Instead, it was launched into space through Orb's accelerator. Therefore, we must ensure the safety of the transport channel. The MS Guard It is also necessary to establish

"Well, the earth is united, it is very possible to block the grain transporter. If there is no safety guarantee, the grain will not reach the PLANT."

"The formation of the MS escort is imminent, and the urgency is no longer under the transformation of the U7 satellite."

The committee members around the conference table also agreed.

Hearing the words of the crowd, Patrick stood up from his seat, glanced over the members of the council, and said solemnly: "To sum up, the conclusions we have reached at this meeting are that the first is that the transformation of food satellites has accelerated. The second is to set up an MS escort to defend the Sinotrans Grain Ship. I think you have no doubts about these two proposals. Then, please express your attitude."

The committee members were silent for a while, and then Durandal raised his hands first: "Second."

"Seconded!"