Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 382 Her Hometown
Do you remember where you came from?

Does it mean Sheng Wuxu Private High School?

That's right, the ghost environment in the school, to put it bluntly, was created by Principal Sheng Wuxusheng whatever he wanted, and it belonged to the bottom of the Qing Jie's powerful persecution.

Pujie are powerless to resist, they can only alienate or die.

Although there is no exploitation and oppression in the education system established by Sheng Wuxu, he never treats the weak as human beings, and uses his strength to convince others and enslave all beings.

Lao Tie adapted to the school environment, but a person like her would never like that environment, nor would she like the person who created it.

She said that she remembered where she came from, which is probably what she meant.

In this way... Although we are not very familiar, maybe we can be called fellow travelers.

Liang De consciously understood the meaning of the thrips, so he stopped talking. He operated the martial arts primordial spirit, pulled the electromagnetic with the golden snake resonance method, and gently pulled a few light red mutated soul moss closer.

"The bodies of these mutated soul mosses are more solid, not as fragile as before, and they won't be empty without being replenished.

"I can use natural divine power to modulate them in a targeted manner, while retaining the ability to convert anger, while limiting their population size, and allowing them to only survive in the network.

"In this way, even if the source of the tide of anger is contained, there will still be a mechanism for gathering anger on this blue star, and the transformed anger will only exist in the online world."

"Store anger on the Internet? Don't you want to make anger a weapon for ordinary people?" Thrips asked.

"Ordinary people come in many varieties, and so do their anger."

Liang De explained to her:
"The anger gathered by the source of the tide covers all circles, and the unreasonable twisted anger accounts for more than half. If those twisted angry people get weapons, it will only make the world worse.

So I want to leave the weapons in the online world. "

"What's the use of that?"

…Can cyberbullying still protect real people?
Liang De sent her an analysis report, saying:
"I asked my assistant outside the boundary to collect data through "Mental Lessons" to compare some Blue Star civilizations with similar development conditions, and conducted a relatively comprehensive analysis of each development stage.

"Our preliminary judgment is that the development of this blue star in the next few centuries will be inseparable from the Internet and electromagnetic waves, especially in the field of communication.

"So, if anger is allowed to reside in electromagnetic waves, and anger can cause damage to the Internet and the electromagnetic wave environment, then no matter what the ruling philosophy of the upper class is, they must face up to the anger of ordinary people and do something about it."

"Just face it?"

Thrips' brief soul communication has only meaning, no sound image attached, no emotion expressed.

She has never been used to talking too much, because in her hometown, like all "thrips", she had no chance to speak.

Zhou Bofu is a ruler who advocates high efficiency. He will eliminate all unnecessary steps to ensure that his plan is implemented as quickly as possible.

Cultivate mortals, transform souls, inject different background memories respectively, and then place them on a conveyor belt running at a constant speed to distribute death in an orderly manner.

The incinerator at the end of the conveyor belt will infuse the thrips with different death memories, and these woven memories are deep, vivid and authentic.

In order to fabricate the background memory, the creative directors in the compound eye organization exhausted their efforts, and once became the position with the highest number of deaths due to work, and spent a lot of office funds on the resurrection ceremony.

Their efforts were not in vain. After Thrips entered the Sword Immortal Ruins, he passed the review of the Demon-Holding Sword Spirit like a normal person.

But the overly real background memory also brought some troubles, which made the mass-produced "Thrips" feel that they are unique people.

They are suffering, they are angry, they want freedom and happiness, they want to laugh and cry, but these emotions and thoughts are meaningless to Zhou Bofu and his plan, and will only increase energy consumption and affect quality control.

Who needs the laughs and tears of Screwdriver?

They only need to follow the steps to ensure the stable operation of the machine, the smooth progress of the plan, and the guarantee that the owner of the machine and the planner will get what they want.

So Zhou Bofu deprived them of the ability to speak and move, and the thrips were fixed on the horribly long assembly line, passing those steel-blue icy machines motionless, and sailing towards death in an orderly manner.

Anger, grief, hatred condensed in the standard procedure, but the thrips had no weapons, not even a voice.

Their anger cannot be communicated to their companions, nor can they be left to those who come after them.

More than 5000 years after the fall of Sheng Wuxu, in order to explore the relics of the Sword Immortal, the compound eye organization releases [-] million thrips spirits to the other side of the empty sea every year.

Du Gongtai told Thrips that Zhou Bofu immediately destroyed the valueless planetary factory after he failed to compete for the sword fairy relic, and the finished and semi-finished products in stock were annihilated.

From now on, no new thrips will be born.

There is no record about this matter in "Mirror of the World", because that world is ruled by Zhou Bofu on behalf of the sky, and this fierce bird that likes to plunder never contributes world entries to Yingxuetang.

All that anger and sadness, all that silence and longing, seemed to have vanished.

But, but...

But there was also a thrips, and she remembered where she came from.

So what she wants is not only to "face up to", but also not to "have to face up to". If possible, she wants everyone to become a strong person who controls their own destiny.

That requires real weapons and real violence.

"Just face it?"

She repeated it to the man who saved her once. There is still no emotional expression in this soul message, but the repetition itself is an expression.

Liang De really understood what she meant this time, but he didn't intend to change his plan.

"I didn't intend to do that, you and I do have the ability to change this blue star, but do we have the qualifications and determination?

"I don't know if you have one. Anyway, I don't. I'm just a Jieyuan walker passing by."

"You don't trust yourself."

"It can also be said that I believe very much that I cannot take this responsibility, and I believe very much in them, in ordinary people in this world.

"Otherwise, what do you want to change this blue star into a place where whoever is angry can be strong, and let the driving school coaches and elementary school teachers dominate the world? Of course, the Warriors fans are not bad, but that's not the point...

"I mean, do you believe our plan is the best?" Liang De asked her.

"There can be more detailed rules and systems."

"Some systems are shackles, and some systems are railings. Give them the railings to protect themselves, and give them some time. I believe they will find the answer.

"What do you think? Old man."

"let's start."

……

"Ugh."

In the depths of the void, Tai Fengxian sighed:

"Ad, you are not a Jieyuan walker passing by, you are clearly a helper knight who has come to do something good."

Du Gongtai on the side smiled and said, "Senior brother, you are sighing so unreasonably. Isn't it good to do good deeds? You used to like doing good deeds the most."

"Okay, okay, okay, of course I like to do good deeds. If I hadn't done so many good deeds, how could I have become what I am today."

Tai Fengxian was heartbroken and shook his head.

"Junior brother, don't make sarcastic remarks, hurry up and call Ji Shen over to make peace, and don't let that boy Ade get involved in karma so early."

"Brother Tai, if there is such a good thing, how can I use your name."

There was a twist in the void, and an indescribable shadow suddenly descended here.

　Woohoo, thank you all, see you tomorrow!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)