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The dark dragon wings pushed away the clouds and air waves powerfully, and flew steadily in the sky. The dragon's arrogant and ferocious posture was not concealed at all, and faint human screams came from underground from time to time.

They climbed over the mountains, crossed the lakes, crossed the wilderness, and finally arrived at their destination at this time-the capital of the Os Empire.

The sunset was swallowed up by the black curtain bit by bit, and the huge shadow slowly spread over the earth. Le Jing sat on the dragon's back, stroked his hair blown by the night wind, and looked down at the magnificent buildings below from a high position. The hem of his windbreaker was fluttering in the wind.

Except for the bright lights in the central noble area, other places fell into an ominous darkness, as if there was a huge monster hiding in the shadows, ready to move, choosing people to eat.

Le Jing smiled with relief: "It seems we caught up." He patted the dragon's back, bowed his head and said to the dragon: "The performance is about to begin."

As soon as the voice fell, a flare crossed the deep night, awakening the terrifying beast that had been dormant for a long time.

The torches were lit one by one.

First, the suburbs where the nobles lived in dirty serfs.

Then, the lower city, which was disgusting like sewer rats in the eyes of the ministers.

Next, the parishes of Maria and Joseph, which were composed of the most docile lambs in the eyes of the church.

Finally, the new city built by the merchants most hated by the conservatives headed by the king.

People walked out of their homes holding torches, and bits and pieces gathered together to form a galaxy more brilliant than the Milky Way in the sky.

Some of them were hungry and cold serfs, some were honest craftsmen, some were ambitious new nobles, and even pagans who were hunted by the church in the past. They gathered together to form a vast ocean belonging to the people, roaring towards the direction of the palace.

The witches rode brooms to guard the team in the sky, and the sea of ​​fire was led to the sky.

Behind them, flocks of crows followed, beasts cried, and the forest cheered.

This is a vivid and epic picture. At Le Jing's request, Le Ling faithfully recorded everything his mental power scanned and stored it in his own database.

"Isn't it beautiful?" The young man asked the giant dragon crawling under him.

The black dragon snorted loudly and said sincerely: "You are so scary that you overthrew a country so easily."

Le Jing turned away the broken hair that was blown into his eyes by the wind. His always calm eyes were also stained with the firelight below, and they were surprisingly hot in the cold night. Hearing the black dragon's answer, he shook his head and corrected it seriously: "It's not me who is scary, but the people's hearts. The people's hearts are the general trend. Even if I didn't exist, this scene would have happened sooner or later."

At this point, Le Jing's mind reappeared the conversation between him and Elizabeth. He couldn't help but smile: "But." He repeated, "But I am an impatient person, so I accelerated this process."

What an interesting world this is! Gorgeous magic, various magical animals, and various interesting races, this place contains possibilities that do not exist on Earth.

Therefore, he can't stand those who want to destroy it all.

This world belongs to free life, and this vibrant world cannot tolerate corrupt and tyrannical rulers.

So he came here to witness the end of this corrupt dynasty with his own eyes.

"Is it my illusion? You seem to have deep malice towards the ruling class of this country. You hate them? Why?"

Le Jing was stunned for a moment, and asked with a smile: "Do you want to hear the superficial reason or the actual reason?"

"What is the superficial reason? What is the actual reason?"

"The superficial reason is that I hate any anti-human tyranny." The young man's clean eyes clearly reflected the gunfire below, and his cold voice disappeared in the whistling wind, as light as an illusion, "The actual reason is that I hate all the stupid people who make rules."

"The rules made by stupid people make the whole world boring. Isn't it ridiculous that wise people live in the rules made by fools?"

Victor suddenly realized: "That's why you are so keen on revolution."

"Only when some mediocre and boring people die, the proportion of interesting people will increase, and the world can continue to be interesting." The young man's tone was firm, as if he was telling the eternal truth of the universe.

"...I began to understand why your soul is so delicious." Victor said complicatedly: "Because you are a unique monster among humans."

Monster?

The young man smiled silently.

It is such an honor to be a monster in the mouth of the devil.

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The war lasted all night.

The sound of gunfire and shouts of killing also rang all night.

When the sky in the east turned pale and the hot sun could not wait to jump into this cold and dark world, the war was finally over.

The flag representing the royal family was burned. The revolutionary army had completely occupied the palace and captured the emperor and the queen.

So, at the gate of the palace, a huge black dragon descended from the sky, and the swift airflow raised by the dragon's wings blew the people around it to the ground, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Then, under the vigilant eyes of the revolutionary army, an oriental man with black hair and black eyes jumped off the back of the dragon and walked towards them calmly. Then the black dragon turned into a black cat, curled up in the arms of the young man.

Giant dragons are not common in the Os Empire. Moreover, dragons are always proud creatures, and it is hard to imagine that they would willingly serve as human mounts. But there is no doubt that those who can tame dragons are all legendary wizards. At this time, this young man has been equated with those legendary wizards in everyone's mind.

A witch guarding the palace gate had a stern face and nervously stopped Le Jing: "Sorry, sir, outsiders are not allowed to enter."

The Oriental man stopped obediently, with a gentle smile on his lips, "I am not an outsider." The young man said softly: "I have greeted Dodora in advance."

The young man's eyes were clear and his voice was clear and peaceful, which was very appealing. The witch's face was not so serious. She looked at him suspiciously and said: "Do you have any evidence?"

The young man thought about it, took out a black nameplate from his pocket and handed it to the witch: "I don't know if this counts, this is given to me by Dodora."

The witch took the nameplate and her face changed as soon as she took a look at it.

She knew this nameplate.

It should be said that there is no high-level revolutionary army who does not know this nameplate.

This is the nameplate cast by the great leader Dodora for their eternal revolutionary mentor.

Only the witches who started the revolution with Dodora at the beginning knew that every step they had taken so far could not escape the mentor's plan.

No one had seen the mentor, but his orders were unimpeded within the revolutionary army. Some people even said that the mentor was the one who manipulated the revolutionary army behind the scenes, and Dodora was just his puppet in the open.

Dodora was the only one in the revolutionary army who had a single line of contact with the mentor. Every week, the paper recording the relevant instructions would be circulated among the top leaders of the revolutionary army. The witches feared and worshipped him. In front of the mentor's terrifying thoughts, even the most unruly witches had to bow their heads and obey.

The mentor had become the person whose name could not be mentioned within the witches. Only a few people knew his name and appearance, and there was no doubt that this witch was not one of them.

But the witches knew this nameplate. The appearance of this nameplate had been firmly engraved in the hearts of every witch. Because this nameplate was specially cast by the leader Dodora and presented to the mentor as a certificate of the mentor's supreme authority within the revolutionary army.

The witch took a deep look at the Oriental man. He looked so young and thin, but his thoughts easily subverted this country.

She bent down to him willingly and whispered, "Come in, mentor."

Le Jing smiled helplessly and was too lazy to correct the title. He thought about it and asked Victor to cast an invisible magic on the two of them, so they were able to pass through unimpeded.

Under the instructions of the map in Le Ling's mind, he soon arrived at the meeting hall where Dodora and the others were.

But the meeting hall is not calm now. The witches headed by Dodora and the new bourgeois aristocrats are arguing endlessly.

The focus of their dispute is on the treatment of the emperor and the queen.

The witches insisted on sending the emperor and the queen to the guillotine, while the new aristocrats tended to use constitutionalism to restrict the emperor's power and make the emperor a superficial symbol of the empire.

Le Jing laughed sarcastically.

Sure enough, this situation will happen at any time. The revolution has not yet ended completely, and the people who participated in the revolution have begun to fall apart. Speculators who joined the revolution for profit can't wait to distribute the benefits and want to take the fruits of the revolution alone.

Little did they know how short-sighted this behavior was.

An incomplete revolution will only lead to a "reversal" of history. For example, Yuan Shikai proclaimed himself emperor after the Xinhai Revolution, and the former Qing royal family, who was favored by the new government, established the Manchukuo with the support of the Japanese.

He lowered his head and whispered to the black cat in his arms: "Don't you want to know why I know your real name?"

Victor looked at him suspiciously: "Would you suddenly be so kind to tell me?"

The young man smiled cunningly: "Of course not." He stared at the emperor and queen who were protected by the new nobles, and there was a strong disgust in his voice, "Kill the emperor and queen, and I will tell you."

The black cat narrowed its cat pupils and looked at Le Jing with a particularly strange look.

"Can't you do it?" The young man raised his eyebrows, "Don't tell me that you, a demon, suddenly have a boring compassion."

"Of course not." The black cat whispered: "I have some doubts whether you are a fellow of mine disguised as a human."

"Regarding whether I am a human..." The young man said calmly: "I think you should know better than me."

"It is because I know that I think you are scary." The black cat turned into black smoke and dissipated in the air, quietly approaching the two people.

So, more than ten seconds later, two dull collisions were heard on the floor, and people were horrified to find that the emperor and the queen were lying on their backs on the ground. They had stopped breathing, and their chests were covered with large patches of blood red, and two fat hearts were beating in their palms.

In full view of the public, they were killed!

The nobles turned pale, looked around in horror, and screamed in fear. The witches also clenched their wands and looked around vigilantly.

At this moment, a light sound of footsteps came from the door, and a thin oriental man slowly walked towards them in the eyes of everyone who was looking at him as if he was facing a great enemy.

Dodora called out "mentor" in surprise and successfully stopped the witches' magic attack.

The young man smiled and nodded to her, and walked towards the new nobles without stopping.

Perhaps because of the word "mentor", perhaps because of the strange death of the emperor and queen just now, or perhaps because of the inexplicable aura of the young man, the nobles could not help but make way for the young man.

So, the young man successfully stopped in front of the corpse. The miserable death of the two did not cause any ripples in the young man's calm eyes. He bent down and picked up the fallen luxurious crown from the emperor's head.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath and watched the strange young man holding the crown and walking towards the witches. Even the most arrogant new nobles did not make any sound under the guidance of inexplicable intuition.

Dodora's height just reached Le Jing's chest, so he could easily put the crown on her head.

It was not too big or too small, just right.

The young man relaxed his brows, and his smile was as bright and warm as the rising sun outside the window: "Good morning, Your Majesty."

He smiled and looked at the undead witch whose cheeks were red with surprise, and sighed in his heart: The people are not enlightened, and now is not the time to abolish the monarchy.

The author has something to say:

From this chapter, it should be clear that Le Jing is really not a good person. In fact, Le Jing's current personality has deviated from my original idea.

In my mind, the original setting of this article is that the protagonist is a naive and sweet sweeping monk who can travel through time and space by setting up a roadside bookstall (…) I'm sorry that your Le was so low in my mind at the beginning (…)

When did you come up with the idea of ​​changing the protagonist's personality? It was after I finished reading Dazai Osamu's "No Longer Human". I really like and feel sorry for the protagonist Yezo! The feeling of being an alien that is incompatible with human society really makes me super fascinated. From that time on. I decided to write a story about "alien".

In the original version of my draft, Le Jing was an alien who was incompatible with human society just like Ye Zang. He couldn't read people's hearts and was afraid of humans. But as I wrote, I felt that such a life was too sad, and if I continued to write according to the original idea, the only thing waiting for Le Jing was the same death as Ye Zang. Death is salvation for people like them and the road to happiness. So I overturned the draft and started over, and then we have the story of Le Jing that you know. He likes interesting people and hates boring life. He is an idealist who doesn't mind being covered in blood for his ideals, but at the same time he is also a monster that is incompatible with human society, that is, an alien. He observes humans carefully, but never integrates with them. Only such a Le Jing can survive to the end, that is, HE in the traditional sense.