The story of justice as a Tucao servant

64. Pure monsters and their so-called humans

"Hey hey hey..."

The unsettling voice echoed unscrupulously in the world surrounded by smoke and dust.

"Is there a mechanical failure in any of the factories?"

Crowds who like to watch the excitement gather aimlessly on the street because they have no clear goal.

"Now broadcast an urgent notice: There has been a serious accident in the Disp block, please stay away, thank you for your cooperation."

The synthetic sound of inorganic substance, mixed with impurities, was played back in the mist in a somewhat ethereal manner.

The troublemaker swallowed his saliva and walked towards the area where the accident occurred with full expectation.

(What kind of interesting new thing will you encounter?)

Ah, this must be their inner voice——

"Heh, you are welcome to be the headlines of tomorrow's newspaper."

The blood-eyed boy sitting in the steam car waved away the pervasive smoke coming through the crack of the window in disgust, and closed the car window.

(The good-for-nothing who treats life like a joke...I, who hate steam cars but still enjoys the convenience it brings—is the same selfish.) The boy leaned against the window, thinking lightly.

What was reflected in the glass was a boy with red gold pupils.

"What do you think, Bermanit."

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"People are not born equal!"

The red-haired boy, dressed in formal attire, stood in the center of the square and gave a speech.

People held their breath, anticipating the follow-up of this arrogant statement.

Even the roaring machinery of all kinds stopped at this moment to listen to this outrageous sophistry.

"Money, status, talents, have been crucified by the benevolent god from the very beginning.

Even with knowledge, wisdom, ability, and eloquence, it's still just making your situation a little more visible.

Hehe, it's like me, the same scum, because as the only child of the William family generation, I can sit in this position at this age. No matter how hard everyone works, it is difficult to break through the innate shackles. "

In the boy's blood-colored eyes, an unshakable and steadfast flame burned.

"Those who get rich overnight and reach the sky in one step are nothing more than one-tenth of a million miracles thrown by the gods at random. We don't need his mercy!

Why do the rich and the noble own the blue sky and white clouds, hide in that utopia, but still enjoy the fruits of our labor?

Why do some children have such a sad and ridiculous long-cherished wish of 'wanting to go to school'?

They destroyed the blue sky, destroyed the forest, and plunged the world into mania and pollution, but they separated us from them because they earned enough money. Why? !

This is not fair!The courts cannot judge them, justice cannot be done, peace cannot solve the problem, compromise can only exchange for death!

What we pursue is - a world of absolute equality!Co-create, share, absolute equality!Equal world!

Resist, everyone of Polly, everyone of Gilman, everyone of Avrod, everyone of Ayrim, the oppressed of the world!

Let us use our own hands to exchange for that real equality, and regain that blue sky, that equal world that belongs to us!

——There will be no more children who can’t go to school, don’t need money, and can sing and laugh together every day regardless of skin color or race!

A world without privileges, no aristocracy, and no distinction between the rich and the poor, rely on everyone, rely on us, and start creating from now on!

Equal world! "

Like roaring, shouting, and appealing, the red-haired boy seemed to use all his strength to utter the final cry.

His whole face was flushed with excitement, and the red-faced boy was dancing on the stage that belonged to him alone.

"Hoo-hoo..."

He was panting continuously because he had inhaled a lot of smoke, but the boy didn't care at all.

"Tomorrow! The future! Gilman! Our world of equality!"

Following the young man's deep bow, what erupted after the silence was:

"Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa.........--"

The thunderous applause seemed endless, accompanied by cheers from supporters from all over the world.

"Your Excellency!"

"Equality! Equality!"

"For our blue sky! Drive out those factory owners!"

Many people even shed tears because of this.

In the audience, there are white-skinned people, brown-skinned people, Gilmans, and foreigners.There are gnomes, goblins, elves, and even orcs.

The red-haired boy stepped down from the high platform and hugged each of them among the crowd.

"Everyone, thank you for being able to attend my inauguration ceremony as the head of state. Maybe in the future your country and my country may be hostile, but please let me say here only as Bermanit von Wilhelm--

Long live equality! "

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Disp Street, the name may seem strange to the uninformed traveler.

No wonder, after all, the name 'Desperate Street' makes people feel uncomfortable.

It is named in honor of a woman who dared to question power.

Although, as the only survivor in that city, she hated the name so much.

That city, the city named 'Rollin', has been completely wiped off the map.

A desperate woman represents nothing but despair.

"Don't, don't...don't come here!"

A bystander of a good event, being in the event for the first time.

The companions who came together have all died tragically at the hands of the monster in front of them.

The sweet fishy smell spread out, and after a while, it merged with the smoke full of the smell of abandoned coal.

"Uh eee..." The ugly monster let out an intriguing moan, and slowly approached the man in front of him who loved acting.

His life will soon become a comic drama recorded in writing.

"Tick tock...tick tock..." The sound of blood dripping was clear and pleasant.

"Help me! Help!"

Becoming the monster's rations, being torn to shreds bit by bit, bitten slowly, or quickly twisted off the neck, the man has already begun to imagine his own death.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Something is crying.

The scorching breath and the stench from his mouth hit the man's face.

"No! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?"

The man who had closed his eyes and waited for death to come, found that the expected pain did not come.

My hair got wet with something.

“Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo”

The murderous monster is crying.

The monster who forgot his name, forgot his love, wanted to eat people, and hated himself who wanted to eat people.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." The humble monster, who was once a human monster, turned to the last The man issued a humble begging.

"Please........ woo woo woo woo, kill me!"

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In the unknown underground laboratory, the flickering lights let out a whine and went out reluctantly.

In the petri dish, there are all kinds of creatures. No one knows what kind of beautiful monster will be synthesized next.

The warning light flashed an ominous dark red light on and off, playing a brisk and appropriate soundtrack.

A pathetic monster, repenting of its crimes but unable to control its beastly nature.

He hated, hated the scientist who turned him into this look, and even more hated the mastermind standing in front of him.

The hand that the red-haired boy offered was shaken away.

"Oh, kill... you...!"

"Haha, then there's no other way, I'm kind. Right? 1230. Well, maybe, you'd rather be called—a monster?"

The two diametrically opposed temperaments, sunshine and madness, were perfectly blended together. He raised his mouth provocatively, and the red-haired boy with those blood-colored pupils mockingly pulled out a handkerchief, and wiped the skin that touched the monster's body just now. hand.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo." the enraged monster rushed towards the boy, trying to tear him apart.

The young man who was standing there motionless just now turned his body slightly and raised his feet slightly.

"Oh!"

The monster flew upside down like a ball, splashing a lot of dust and embedding it into the wall.

"Then, let's call you Mr. 1230, can we start communicating normally?"

The teenager smiled like an angel, um, an angelic devil.

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The man used to be a very standard petty citizen. As a government employee, he lived a life as ordinary as plain boiled water.

Until his wife got lung cancer.

She visited all over the world, and neither magic nor medicine could cure her completely.

Medical expenses are like an insatiable beast, devouring his family and everything he has.The only thing the hospital can do is to hang his wife's life.

"It's enough, thank you, it's enough." She was gentle and kind, and she was still thinking about others until the last moment.

He has nothing left.

{We are recruiting medical volunteers, we can fulfill any of your wishes~}

This wonderful advertisement came into his sight.

After getting the promised money, the man settled the children and came to the door of the 'church'.

This is the beginning of the nightmare.

Brainwash, assemble, splice.

Formalin, anesthetic.

scalpel.

He was transformed into a monster, but still retains the memory of being a human.

But he is no longer human.

He cries for it.

The red-haired demon offered him yet another irresistible invitation.

"Do you want to use this power together to create an equal world?"

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"Tch, have you escaped? What a disappointment." Looking at the corpses and debris all over the floor, the boy sighed helplessly.

"There is a lot of mess, and it turns out that there is something wrong with this dirty and ugly world."

He looked at the direction in which the contradictory man was escaping.

"Disp Street... yo, interesting rhythm."

"Sure enough, we must create—a world of equality!"

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"Boom!—!"

Something fell heavily from the sky.

"Someone jumped from the top again."

"Where is it, really, there are people who can't think about it every day."

People started discussing around the ball, which can be called meat paste.

The symbol of Pori, in the most prosperous central business district, stands a towering building praised by people as the "Eye of Anverod".

The 130-storey, multi-functional building, 'Babel Tower', was financed and built by the William family.

People jokingly call it a place where people can communicate with God.

In Pori, shrouded in steam and smog, Gilman's pride seemed to be the luxuriant building that could never see the highest point.

But I don't know when, there will always be someone jumping down from above.

The boy stood in the elevator, ignoring the discomfort caused by the rapid ascent, watching another miserable employee jumping down because he couldn't bear the pressure.

Every company is proud of having a place in Tongtian Tower, so who cares about employees' joys, sorrows and sorrows?Of course the boy doesn't care.

Looking at the rapidly changing scenery, the boy couldn't help laughing while holding his stomach.

"Hahahahaha, it's ridiculous, I was also enjoying the super benefits brought by the power machine."

Because of the power of the steam engine, the elevator can be popularized so quickly.

"Ding——" After the indicator displayed the number 130, the door was opened.

Dusk is the first feeling that people get when they enter the eyes.

The fresh air, the howling wind, the clouds dyed red, and the eternal sunset.

This can be said to be another world.

"Thank you for coming, everyone, please come in."

As the boy's voice fell, one after another indistinct white human-shaped light clusters appeared in their corresponding positions.

There are thirteen seats, but two people are missing.

"Thank you again for your cooperation. Then, as a junior, please allow me to deal cards for everyone."

The boy casually threw the prepared poker cards over, and he randomly drew a card from the rest.

"I'm sorry, I'm a 'joker', so, the king game where I'm the king—"

"Start now!"

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