"This place really doesn't look like a doomsday world."
Lu Ping'an walked on the streets of the Holy City, feeling the warmth in the sky. Looking at this prosperous city, he felt a lot.
The appearance of the Saphos tribe is very similar to that of humans, even more like humans than lycanthropic demi-humans. The most obvious difference is the small scales on their cheeks, arms, and feet.
They have two major subspecies. One is about two meters tall with an average height and strong. It is said that they were a lower species in the past and were responsible for military industry and labor force construction. They are called phosphorus people.
The other type is the "Sa tribe", with a height of about 1.5 meters and 1.7 meters, and a thin but slender figure. Little Mader, the guide of Lu Ping'an and his party, is from this ethnic group.
It is said that there is an even shorter "unnamed ethnic group" who work as servants, handymen, and slaves. Most of them live outside the city and are not welcomed.
The superior race serves God and is responsible for labor such as thinking, culture, and religion. The sub-superior race is responsible for the military and labor, and the lower race is responsible for all the rest. It is a very familiar policy.
But it is said that after the Nine-Day War, all these racial discrimination policies were abolished. But everyone knows that policies can only control the surface, not the hearts of the people. To this day, each race still goes its own way. For example, in this holy city, there are only slums and
The third race can only be seen among the handymen.
"Hello, do you want ink? There are five levels here, up to the third level of sealing techniques. Which level do you need?"
".This will do."
Lu Ping'an pointed to the bottle of special ink at the outside of the store. With his current level, this was enough.
After taking the ink, Lu Pingan also bought some exquisite "parchment", which is the tanned and deoiled dry skin of Warcraft, specially used for sealing techniques.
"Are you also from the outside world? How many years have you been here?"
"I am a native of the Holy City, and my ancestors have been here since."
The shopkeeper who spoke had a triangular insect head.
What really ended the "caste system" was actually the black ships from the outside and countless pollution incidents. When the pressure from outsiders is enough, the internal hostility and divisions will naturally become much lighter.
Lu Ping'an looked at the insect head thoughtfully. The store is very beautifully decorated, and it is in the business district of the city center, so it should be very valuable.
And looking at the smug look on the other side, he really didn't know the situation in this world.
"You are truly a native of the Holy City. You don't look like you are from an outside world at all."
Lu Pingan said with a smile that at the beginning, he tried to dissuade him. Soon, he found that it was not only meaningless but also stupid.
When the whole world regards "doomsday believers" as cults and lunatics, as long as you dare to say similar words or even show sympathy for those lunatics, a hat will immediately be put on your head.
Come up with evidence? Video and written evidence? That would be great. Youya is not an ordinary believer, but a cult leader who propagandizes, confuses, and disguises evidence, which is even more valuable.
Holding a batch of supplies he had just purchased, Lu Ping An walked to the street and passed by a man. A middle-aged man who silently held a sign with the words "The end is coming" written on it.
He looked at everything in front of him indifferently and silently, completely regardless of what other people thought of him, and there was something like a medal pinned to his chest, and there was a sharp sword with "radiation" at his feet.
The security team in the distance just looked at him but did not dare to stop him.
Lu Pingan has seen many such "believers", including ordinary people, scholars, warriors and even nobles, but without exception, all their efforts are meaningless, their speech is blocked and distorted, and their roars become...
It became a popular talk and joke.
Even their desperate will to awaken the lost has become a clown act that makes people laugh, or a meaningless act of confusion.
Lu Ping'an was a little surprised at first, then he understood, then he became helpless, and in the end, he could only laugh dumbly.
"Bang!"
He casually threw a big coin on the pile of newspapers where the man was sitting.
"I'm not a beggar." The man who seemed to be of mixed race was not angry. He was still looking ahead silently, his eyes blank.
Lu Ping'an didn't know what he had gone through, but it wasn't a good thing to take it for granted.
"I'm not giving charity, I'm just providing support. The placard is no longer visible clearly. Please replace it with a better one."
".you know too?"
"The one who knows more is gone, but the one who can stand up even though he knows it is meaningless is indeed a man."
The two men passed each other and after a simple conversation, they continued to do whatever they were supposed to do.
Everyone knows that the behavior of the man holding the sign is meaningless, but some things are not determined by "whether it is useful or not."
".This world is really helpless."
After walking through a block, Lu Pingping continued his purchasing work, ignoring the police officers who were wary of him.
After all, he is an outsider, there are some things he shouldn't do, and he has no ability to do them.
"Pity"
At most, I can only sigh.
After all, what suppresses all of this is not like the villain in fairy tales or novels, but just a certain dark force or the mastermind behind it. What maintains all of this is actually
".When the whole world is pressing on you, what can you do."
Those who deliberately block information, maintain social stability, and label all "prophet" as cultists are all the middle and upper-class forces in this world.
Regardless of whether it is the main god or the evil god, the official organizations of various countries or the anti-social resistance forces, they have all blocked the truth of all this with one voice.
Lu Ping An can find 10,000 reasons for their behavior, such as "avoiding social unrest" and avoiding "meaningless internal strife caused by civil strife", such as "before finding the main cause of destruction, do not create panic for no reason"
Emotion", for example, "If you don't announce it, you may die in half a year, but if you announce it, most people won't live until half a year later."
These reasons are not only sound in the past, but based on Lu Ping'an's judgment, they are probably the most real.
But judging from the results, those poor people who "looked up" have become the "doomsday believers" that can be seen everywhere today, and have become existences that everyone calls for beatings.
"Oh, the society is stable. If it weren't for four of the seven main gods running away, I would almost really believe it."
Lu Ping'an found it a bit funny. The people on earth intervened relatively late, and some forces came earlier. In recent decades, two main gods have defected in succession. The flavor of "The Time of Encountering Demons" has been transmitted to the surrounding diverse worlds.
The earth has just made up its mind to modify its policies to get a piece of the pie.
He could feel the man's despair and helplessness, and even imagined what he could do if he was in this scene.
".We must not fall to that point. I'm afraid this is the only way to solve the problem."
At this moment, it’s already too late. There are so many “guests” waiting for a meal. What can you do?
Maybe, just like that helpless man, he stood on the street holding a rotten wooden board.
"No, if I have the ability and channels, I will run away. If there is nothing, I will indulge until the last moment." After thinking for a while, Lu Ping'an made a judgment.
He knew something about himself. He was neither a hero nor a saint, just a mortal.
Along the way, the whole city is peaceful and warm, the gentlemen on the streets are gentle and elegant, and the shops and hawkers are full of vitality.
It is clear that the real sun above our heads has escaped, but the false artificial headlights are emitting a warm light.
Passers-by, residents, and security officials all have happy and contented smiles on their faces. These days, monthly wages are rising crazily and prices are getting lower and lower, making people feel that good times are just around the corner.
"Don't look up?"
But this morbid peace, the warm light from the sky, made even a heartless person like Lu Ping'an feel cold and desperate from the bottom of his heart.
"In hell, everyone showed a satisfied smile. This world is completely hopeless."