Stop, I'm about to become a boss!

Chapter 167 Let us raise the flag of rebellion to the gods!
In the morning, the central square of Lapa City.

The weather is not very good.

But even so, the square was still full of uproar.

[Brilliant Gladiator] As the most important "festival" in the entire Molten Kingdom, its pre-match speech actually attracted much attention.

Especially in today's Lapa city.

If it had been, the residents of Lapa City would also have expectations for this. Although this expectation is only to hope that Lapa City will change from the last to the last, but in case something happens, other city-states suddenly collectively become Fool, give us a first and second for nothing?
Nobody can tell, right?

But now, the long-awaited pre-match mobilization is coming again, and the speaker is very special to the residents. Naturally, their expectations are more than that. In addition to the previous campaign by Sargerus, their expectations for the future Full of infinite expectations, looking forward to this new city lord, the representative of the Lord of God, bringing some new hope to his people and his believers.

Let's not talk about jumping directly to the first place, but at least, get a reward, right?

As the time on the previous announcement drew closer, everyone's chatting became more and more absent-minded.

Everyone has never felt that time passes so slowly, and waiting has never been so painful.

If there is a painter with superb painting skills passing by at this time, he will definitely be able to paint a picture scroll called "Expectation".

In this picture scroll, there must be a bell tower.

When the bell tower points to "ten", the expectation will officially come.

So, everyone stopped chattering at the same time and looked at the high platform made of temporary wood.

"clang--"

"clang--"

"clang--"

Three bells rang.

That man, in the midst of everyone's attention, quietly walked from behind the scenes to the front of the stage.

His appearance is very superior, tall and tall, with a straight waist, and his appearance perfectly conforms to the imagination of the people; his footsteps are very light, and there is no sound when he steps on the wooden floor, but perhaps because of his temperament, everyone I feel that every step he takes is extremely solid, even tens of millions of tons of turbulent tides will stop rolling under these steps, and pave the way to the horizon safely.

There was no attendant behind the man, he just walked slowly like this, and soon stopped in front of the lecture table of the main seat on the high platform.

He didn't speak immediately, but lowered his head to meet everyone's eyes. The dark clouds behind him rolled and rolled, spreading to the top of the square. He stood under it, as majestic as a peak.

Under the curious and expectant eyes of ordinary people who were silent, the man's lips slightly opened and closed, and he spoke the opening remarks beyond everyone's expectations.

"You all should know what I mean to you."

His tone was very flat, but the words composed of affixes were still full of arrogance even without adding modal particles.

Off the court, everyone was taken aback, but they were only shocked by this sentence, and there was no doubt at all.

They do know what he means.

The people belonging to the Truth Society know that he is the representative of their Lord, and the players know that he is the NPC who issued the mission.

As the agent of the Lord, he must be proud, because it is impossible for a god to be on the same level as a human being; as an NPC with a "mysterious" background, he must also be proud, otherwise the players who will uncover everything will no longer be interested in it .

This self-introduction, if it were someone else, would definitely not be able to do it, but at this moment, it seemed just right.

All kinds of beings, all kinds of thoughts, are vividly displayed in the hearts of people at this moment.

In the shadows, Sargerus clicked her tongue secretly.

"Lord Linton is really extraordinary. With just one sentence, everyone can enshrine him in a high position in their hearts."

"Hmph, that's natural." Iris folded her arms and raised her eyebrows quietly, as if she was proud of the people on the stage.

Today, she has already learned to save face for her family in front of outsiders.

Sargerus glanced at her, inexplicably feeling that the person standing on the stage was not Linton, but she.

Curling her lips, she continued to look at the stage.

She now has the same expectations as the residents below, looking forward to some amazing and passionate declarations from him.

However, although Sargerus was looking forward to it, the man's tone was still calm, which made people anxious.

He lightly tapped the table with his knuckles, and said lightly: "It stands to reason, as a spokesperson, I should make some explosive promises at this long-awaited mobilization meeting, right?"

Subconsciously, everyone nodded at the same time and answered the question.

"No." Linton strongly rejected them, "Unfortunately, I cannot make any guarantees."

Everyone was stunned.

why?
"Why?" Linton asked back, "Do you think you can give me any guarantee?"

"That's right, I will participate in [Brilliant Gladiator], I can get the first place, but [Brilliant Gladiator], is it a one-person gladiator?"

This is sarcasm.

The ultimate mockery!
Ridiculous taunt! !

The residents from Lapa City wanted to follow their temper to refute, but unfortunately, this sentence was correct.

[Brilliant Gladiator] is a competition set by the gods, a competition between city-states. Although individuals will have bright moments, it is not enough for individuals alone.

A person can't change anything at all.

He came, he did a lot, he made a difference, but unfortunately, the time was too short.

Lapa City may be able to be lifted up, but at least for now, it is still a lump of mud.

The people clenched their fists.

At this time, they suddenly regretted why they would rather waste time every day than go to the arena to improve themselves.

Of course, this is just a short-term mentality after being ridiculed. Just like thinking about yourself for 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi after being scolded by your parents when you were young, don’t bully young people and poor people. Most people do not have the ability and behavior to transform imagination into reality. Motivation, just stop at thinking about it.

If there is nothing else to spur them, they will go back to their original routine after the show, and there will be no reflection at all.

People here's mentality of avoiding "competition" has been carved into their bones and souls, and there is no cure for it.

— But that doesn't mean it's hopeless.

In medicine, fighting poison with fire is sometimes a targeted treatment plan.

"I recently learned a new word, called "putting down." Linton said softly, "It means that when things cannot develop in a good direction, they simply stop taking measures to control them and let them continue to develop."

"Who do you think this word seems to describe?"

The people became angry.

Who hasn't lost their temper yet?
Even if it is a soft persimmon, it also has a hard root, right?
This kind of blatant ridicule is nothing more than forcibly uncovering their scars, and forcibly sprinkled half a bag of salt on them, as if wishing them to die of pain.

"Lord Linton, this is." Sargerous looked anxiously in the shadows.

This script is a bit different from what she imagined!

Originally, she was thinking that it would be the same as usual, say something high-spirited, pour some chicken soup, let him establish a high prestige in front of everyone, show his majesty, let everyone think that they have met a capable Mingjun, and follow him willingly .

But why, things suddenly went awry and turned into a tyrant line.

If I had known earlier, I would have given him the script I had written!

"What's the rush?" Iris's face was still calm, as calm as the person on the stage, "Just keep watching."

Although she didn't know why Linton wanted to anger the public, she had 1000 million percent confidence in him.

Miss Knight always believes in the ability of the person she guards, and firmly believes that what he does can be fully grasped in her own hands.

And there are players who have the same mentality as Miss Knight.

As players with less solid ideas and a higher level of education, their thinking ability tells them that Xiao Hei is definitely not just mocking—of course, there are people who are being ridiculed that are not their reasons.

In short, the players subconsciously felt that something was wrong with Linton's words.

In their images, Xiao Hei is a calm and intelligent person, and he will never open a map gun if he disagrees with him, so he definitely has his own considerations in doing so.

So, they continued to raise their heads, discussing frantically in the player forum, while quietly waiting for Xiao Hei's next speech.

Linton didn't keep them waiting too long, and soon, his next sentence revealed its purpose.

His voice was still calm, but he only said two words.

"good."

Before the anger of the people had time to fill up the anger gauge, they were once again trapped.

What does nice mean?
"It means that you still know that you are disappointed and angry with yourself." Linton finally showed a slight smile, just enough to make the people staring at him notice, "It means that you are still saved."

Without waiting for the people to show their next emotion, he continued: "You are bad, but do you know why you are bad?"

why?
The people began to think subconsciously, but after thinking for too long, they came up with the answer.

Why else?
Because I was too tired, there was no play, and it was meaningless.

If you work hard but can't see any progress bar, no matter how determined your will is, it's impossible to persevere forever.

"That's right." Linton said, "There is no scale in life. No one can see whether their growth can be improved through hard work. Your poor performance is precisely because you can't see hope."

"But do you know that it doesn't mean giving up."

"The person who told me this word told me many examples. For example, in sports games, being bad is to win the next cornerstone of the team; On the road of life, what does being bad represent?"

"You don't have to think about it, I'll tell you."

"Placing bad is not giving up, but waiting for hope to come."

The eyes of the players shone with amazement, and the eyes of the people seemed to light up.

It seems, indeed.

They never really gave up, they just waited for new hope.

Linton put his hands on the table: "Now, you have waited, so what are you going to do? Continue to wait for more hopeful hope? Or...follow me?"

"Without a doubt, we will follow in your footsteps!!"

The people shouted loudly.

"Ah."

Linton sneered and poured cold water on the gradually agitated people: "Then tell me, why are you following me? How can you help me?"

"The combat effectiveness is not good, the cooperation ability is limited, and even the productivity is not enough to pass the test."

"You guys, tell me, what should you do if you want to establish glory in [Brilliant Gladiator]?"

Someone shouted stubbornly from below: "It won't work once, we have another time, and we will never give up again!"

"You won't give up." Linton said lightly, "But I can't stay here for long."

The people froze again.

Their mouths are open, their heads are empty, and they don't know what to say.

"Let me tell you." Linton pressed the table and said calmly, "That's right, in the eyes of the outside world, we are all useless people."

"Some of us are valued, but not irreplaceable."

Blacksmith Barron raised his head.

"Some of us were deported and hated by almost everyone."

The players raised their eyes.

"Some of us were put on trial and their names were forgotten."

The witch's heart trembled.

"Our city-state is called a 'devil' city-state. We are abyssal devils that are not recognized by everyone. Even our gods have never looked at us!"

Linton's voice finally began to fluctuate, and the pitch became higher and higher.

"We people are born unable to have what we want, but we really want to get everything we should get!"

"But what shall we do?"

He took a deep breath, as if he was calming down his emotions, or paving the way for the upcoming climax of the next piece of music.

"I'll tell you."

"There is a mountain ahead, we will climb over the mountain, there is an ocean ahead, we will cross the sea, and there are enemies ahead, we will wipe them all out!"

"And then? Is that the end?"

"No, there is one last hurdle on our way, a barrier that is almost longer and wider than from the sky to the abyss, do you know what it is?!"

Everyone trembled slightly.

Under this adjective, what they think in their hearts is the same "thing".

That is, the chief culprit that brought them to this point is the ultimate source of all competition and the makers of all rules.

They only dared to describe that existence in this way, and they didn't even dare to call him by his name.

Linton looked around, saw the slightly changed faces of the people, and asked softly.

"Should we go back?"

Everyone wanted to answer, but they dared not answer.

So they looked up at the existence standing on the high platform.

Regarding that being, only he can make a judgment.

Or, only. Him!
So, will he disappoint everyone?

"No!"

In the expectant eyes of everyone, the man held his fist and raised it high, responding to the boiling crowd.

The moment his words fell, the oppressive atmosphere in the square was quietly detonated, and the whole audience fell into a boiling carnival that had never been seen before.

Just because he tried his best and shouted hoarsely.

"Let's pray to the gods!"

"—Raise the Anti-Flag High!!!"

　Thank you "Xianle Erming" for your reward, thank you very much! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)