Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Luna recognized the speaker immediately as the Exile.

This exile was already a familiar face. Every time Luna came to the trading square in Funnel Town, she would see this exile standing there, shouting the same old proclamation at the top of his voice, trying to incite the masses to join the Exile Organization.

"I know you are all tired of this life without seeing the sun, and you hate this awful life!

"Do you know why? Because of those guys who call themselves chaebols, those companies, those bastards who call themselves 'bosses' both underground and above ground! They took away the money that should belong to us, and took away the life that should belong to us!

“Now, we have the opportunity to take back what belongs to us from the hands of those rich people!

"Yes! We are no longer just 'shady rats in the underground', we can [be] whatever we want to be!

“We’re going to wipe out all the rich people!

"..."

These speeches are easy to understand, but not simple, Luna thought. These are not words that a poor dungeon dweller who has no culture and has not received a systematic education can come up with. The dungeon dwellers don't care about social justice or the new policies of the royal family. They only care about where to get money to survive.

In addition to his speech, the exile also held a basket of cheap energy bars in his hand, and from time to time he handed out these short energy bars to the people in the front row who came to listen to his speech. Few people could really listen to all the repetitive words, most of them just walked to the front and pretended to listen, and then ran away without looking back after getting the energy bars.

The entire street preaching content directly hits the pain points of ordinary poor people in the underground city: money and the next meal.

Besides this, these sermons have a very dangerous effect: they fan the hatred of the poor against the rich.

[Exiles] seemed to be a mutual aid group composed of poor people in the dungeon, but there was probably some powerful force behind them. Luna couldn't figure it out, so she always avoided them when she saw them, and tried to avoid the exiles who were always giving speeches in Funnel Town.

The dungeon is not home to only the poor who are trapped in the quagmire of life, but this crude street preaching accurately sets the target, and there must be a great leader who is instructing the exile to do so.

Some of these poor people might actually believe their preaching when they are at their wits' end, and then become another exile. But in Luna's opinion, the ideas they preach are very simple and crude, and full of loopholes. She is a person who has experienced rich higher education, and there are countless relevant social theories in Abraham's library. The logical errors in these contents made Luna never optimistic about the development of this organization.

What exactly does the vague and misleading term "eliminating" the rich mean? Maybe they really have deeper thoughts, but these terms tend to describe physically killing rich people like themselves who are richer than them, and then robbing their property to change their lives.

Perhaps they want to pursue a certain kind of "equality" through this violent and extreme method: there is no longer any "rich" or "poor", everyone is exactly the same, there is no difference, so you can be anyone, and anyone can be you. However, this method will not really change this society, it will only eliminate some "rich people" and give birth to another group of "rich people". Especially with the current state of the exiles in front of Luna, it is hard for her not to suspect that these righteous slogans are just tools for leaders to seek personal gain.

The entire Backlund was rotten from the surface of the starry sky to thousands of meters underground. Luna sneered at the preaching of these people. These people did not understand any social theory, any laws of social development, and did not understand what was the root cause of their endless poverty?

But what had caused all this damned thing to happen? Luna couldn't tell.

It can't be Abraham, Luna thought. In the information age, Abraham had been watching at the outermost edge of the human safety zone for more than three hundred years without any protection, consuming a lot of resources. Even with the remaining blessing of the lost god, Abraham's money didn't come from the wind, and the astronauts' research was built with human lives. Even though Luna was extremely disgusted with Abraham's arrangement for her, she felt that Abraham had done his best to this extent.

They won't succeed. Luna sentenced these people's superficial ideals to death in her heart. This was just the self-touching of these poor people. They might be able to break through the defense line of guns and cannons, but they can't break the hardest iron plate after all.

Extraordinary power.

In the face of extraordinary characteristics and gods, what they pursued was itself a false proposition.

[The Exile] was a potential danger, and all of Luna's divination and spiritual intuition were telling her to stay away from it.

Due to the nature of "defection", Luna destroyed all the devices that could connect to the Internet, as well as the electronic devices brought from Abraham. Because she knew the special significance of Abraham and electronic devices in mysticism, Luna did not trust the electronic devices and data brought from Abraham. She now used various knockoffs purchased in the underground city. As for astrology, since it was impossible to directly observe the stars in the underground city, Luna could only look up the ephemeris on her own storage device for calculation. These ephemeris were not the high-precision ephemeris circulated within Abraham. In Luna's high-standard eyes, they were just makeshift ones.

In addition, there was another phenomenon that made Luna wary of the exiles.

The exile who preached in Funnel Town seemed to have always been the same person. The exile's face had changed drastically from the first time I saw him to now. Time itself would change a person's face, but the change in this exile was definitely beyond the normal range. However, the speed of this change could be called "subtle", and the people around him did not realize that this man who they saw every day had changed beyond the normal.

Compared to the first time I saw him, the exile's facial features looked more three-dimensional, he even had dark circles under his eyes, and his figure was gradually becoming thinner.

Today, Luna wanted to exchange the spoils she got a few days ago for some money. As usual, she stood away from the exiles, looking for a suitable target among the people passing by.

There was no clean place in this chaotic trading square. There were still newspapers from a few months ago stuck on the ground. Luna picked up a few small advertisements that fell on the ground, wiped them clean and put them in the book. This was a way to understand the situation. There were tattered newspapers under the simple flyers, but they had no information value and were rotten and dirty. Luna didn't think it was worth picking them up.

...So it's the Tile Reading Newspaper...

I didn't expect it to really become a "tile" here...

This kind of cheap and large amount of brainless and refreshing articles is the cheapest life anesthetic in the shallow dungeon. Many literate people like to read some when they have free time, and then discard it after getting a short-term happiness. Now the real income of "Tile Reading Newspaper" is still on the Internet. The physical newspaper is more like a means of propaganda and habit.

The newspaper was published several months ago. Luna glanced at it out of habit and copied down a few decent verses.

"...the water of the Tussock River was stained with his dark thoughts..."

This was one of the few ways to relieve stress during these depressing days. Luna never thought that one day she would have expectations for those vulgar publications for lower-class laborers. It seemed that a newspaper that should have been vulgar temporarily connected people from two worlds.

Sure enough, the signature of this issue’s poetry column was also Fors Wall.

After closing her notebook, a spiritual warning flashed through Luna's mind. She stood up alertly, sensing the subtle change in the atmosphere of the crowd.

Another red-robed exile appeared beside the podium.

Although she had heard of the name of the exiles since entering the dungeon, the exiles' daily activities were extremely secretive. Luna had only seen this exile who was always giving a speech in the town of Leakage. The strange exile who appeared in front of her now was the second one.

But when Luna actually saw the strange exile's face, she was immediately horrified.

That strange exile actually had a similar face to the exile who was giving the speech!

This kind of "similarity" is not exactly the same. If these two people just stand together, people passing by will just think they are brothers, or that they look a little similar, and still think they are two different people.

But Luna was different, she knew that the speech exile definitely did not look like this two months ago. And when the two exiles appeared in front of Luna at the same time, a horrible truth exploded in Luna's mind.

The exiles are all affected by some extraordinary power, and will grow more and more alike in a certain direction!

At first Luna thought that they would just look more and more like each other, but when the third exile appeared next to the podium, Luna immediately overturned this inference.

This process of change... is biased!

It's not that the exiles exchange facial features with each other, but rather that they tend to gradually adopt the features of a certain person!

A deep sense of horror spread through Luna's body. Those so-called simple and crude declarations were now stripped of their righteous shells by an unknown mysterious force, revealing the strange truth.

There will be no more poor people and no more rich people, because everyone will become the same equally and become a shared template!

Then the fourth, fifth, sixth...

Contrary to tradition, more and more exiles came to the Exchange Square today and approached the speaker.

Danger! Danger! !

If you don't leave, you will die!!

The spiritual intuition suddenly stirred Luna's brain like a sharp knife. She could not stay here for another second. The instinctive reaction of the apprentice path made her open the door to the spiritual world. She didn't care about the remaining pollution in her body. Even if she got lost in hell, she had to escape from the impending terror at this moment.

More and more people in red robes walked into the square. They began to shout and echo loudly, and finally, amid cheers, they welcomed the most respected figure among the exiles.

As if sensing the spiritual fluctuation, a middle-aged man with heavy dark circles under his eyes suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of Luna.

The moment the Traveler's Gate disappeared from the square, Luna met Alan Friedman's gaze.