Boluogo knows and believes that many people have had this idea, hoping to have such a cheating device to reverse their unlucky and bumpy lives, gain status, wealth, and power, and lead themselves to a completely different and splendid life.
As small as Palmer's wish to retire at the age of thirty, or as big as the love and peace in Serre's words, these are all types of desire, a desire to modify reality with a cheating device.
Boluogo has not only seen these in life, he has also seen many in movies, such as a person who has obtained the power of a god and can do whatever he wants.
If you want to see those young and beautiful bodies, there will be strong wind blowing up the skirts of women. I hate the dark clouds today. The next second the sky will be cloudless...
At this time, Boluogo couldn't help but be grateful that this was a comedy movie, and the protagonist was a kind-hearted fool who didn't use this power wantonly. He was even more grateful that the movie was just a movie, not reality.
Osana said, "I have to admit, Boluogo, although you are very strange, you are indeed a kind person. You have never thought of using this cheating device outside of work to satisfy any of your needs.
Selfish desires.”
Bologg silently accepted her appreciation. This is a fact. Even if he mastered extraordinary power and became a powerful being beyond mortals, Bologg would still pay the utility bills on time and obey the traffic rules, because the living room was occupied by Leviathan.
After messing up, I still found ways to be brave enough to deal with the irritable landlord.
Boluogo looked at the woman's back and said, "The Sublime One is too special. He is a human, but he has inhuman power."
"The law can sanction people, but it cannot punish Sublimationists," Osana complained, "No... there is not yet a recognized Sublimation Codex in the world, and everyone is more restricted by the forces they belong to, and various
A convention under an agreement between major powers.”
Osana continued, "In this case, the only thing that can restrain the Condensator is the Condenser's own moral code."
Hearing this, Boluoge helplessly showed a sad and self-deprecating smile.
"Do you also think that relying on your own moral code is completely unreliable?" Osana asked.
"I do not deny the greatness of human character, but I have never doubted the evilness of human character," Boluogo said quietly, "If everyone had a perfect moral bottom line, then this world would be a paradise on earth.
"
"From this point of view, the Condensers are simply a group of lawless existences," Boluogo sighed in a low voice. As a violent maniac, he rarely pays attention to such things.
"Not only can the law fail to punish them, but Ninghua people can also use their own energy to in turn shake the state organs and shape the country into something that suits their own interests."
Boluogo's eyes were as bright as fire, with a faint spark of ether, "Just like the Kogadel Empire, and like you, the group of secrets."
Unknowingly, an extraordinary class that is independent from mortals is gradually taking shape.
"Yes, just like the group of secrets, just like we distinguish between mortals and the disabled."
Osana frankly admitted all of Bologo's accusations, "I also said that to a large extent, the only thing that can restrain the Sublime Ones is the moral code, but the moral code is an extremely unreliable thing.
Some people still abide by these at first, but as they cross the line again and again and taste the power of privilege, they will only completely release their barbaric nature, and then blame the so-called moral code for suppressing his nature as a condenser.
, and then unite with other transboundary condensers to try to break this shackles."
Boluogo could already guess their words, "Lions hunt antelopes. The two are completely different species. Why do lions sympathize with antelopes?"
Osana shrugged, her tone calm, but full of uneasiness about the future, "I'm very worried about that kind of future, you know, moral principles are not static.
A hundred years ago, the lords and kings we were loyal to were very much in agreement with the so-called chivalry and vowed to fight to the death for the noble bloodline. Today, with this moral code, everyone will just think that the other party has watched too many movies and novels and is obsessed with imitating it.
.”
Osana covered her face in pain, "No one can guarantee that one day in the future, how will the condensers at that time view us? Will they think that we are weak and kind, hindering the pace of human evolution? If the roles are reversed, will we
It has become a despised existence.”
It’s been a while since we took the bus, but the bus was still driving aimlessly on the streets, like a lost python that couldn’t find its cave.
Suddenly, Boluogo laughed out loud, "You are really optimistic."
"optimism?"
Osana suspected that she had heard wrongly.
"You actually think that this change will happen in the future, and it will only be a change in moral standards," Bologo said while shaking his head helplessly, "This is too optimistic."
Seeing Osana's confusion, Boluogo stared at Osana's eyes, "Vision is the most efficient way for us to obtain information, which means that as long as we distort the external form of ordinary people, we can easily
Easily distort the so-called moral principles and concepts, completely dividing human beings into two different species in appearance.
Don't rush to refute me. There is such a person in our Order Bureau. She was affected by the extraordinary disaster and the upside-down world, and her cognition was completely distorted. In her view, all humans are hideous and terrifying monsters.
Just like a lion and an antelope, just like distorted cognition, when you face a deformed creature that exudes stinky mucus, no matter how hard you convince yourself that the other person is a pure-blooded human being, it's just that the outside is distorted.
You still can’t muster the courage to hug the other person with all your strength.”
Bologo described the dark world, "Osana, this is what really happened in human history."
Olivia, who had been silent and invisible, also spoke at this time, and her voice echoed in Boluogo's ears.
"Humanity under the rule of the Eternal Night Empire..."
Osana's voice overlapped with Olivia's, and she spoke the second half of the sentence.
"The enslaved blood people."
"Well, those blood people," Boluogo nodded and affirmed, "blood is the currency of the Night Clan. Within the jurisdiction of the Eternal Night Empire, they implement strict blood taxes in order to make the ruled humans pay more
As a result of the blood tax, they have carried out a long and distorted transformation of mankind.
First of all, they differentiated from the appearance. The skin of the blood people became pale and all their hair fell out, like bald monkeys. Compared with the pure-blood night tribe, the blood people are more like monsters... you understand
I mean, right?"
Boluogo didn't wait for Osana to answer, and then said, "Then there is the deliberately enhanced hematopoietic ability, so that the blood people can pay the high blood tax on time to meet the pure-blood night tribe's demand for blood."
Recalling the information he consulted in the archives room, Boluogo felt that the smell of blood lingering on the tip of his nose became thicker. "It is said that every blood citizen has an indwelling needle on his body to facilitate blood drawing at any time. They are like being
The livestock raised by the Night Clan, facing the rule of the undead, their only way out is to die or be given blood to become a new Night Clan.
But that is an eternal empire. Every new Night Clan is a burden to the empire. For this reason, the Night King has set laws to strictly control the blood donation among the Night Clan. In other words, the blood people
Even if he can be given blood, he will at best be transformed into a bloodthirsty person with the most despicable bloodline and become a beast for them to fight against."
Boluogo sighed, every time he mentioned this, he felt like Sere was a hero, a bastard hero.
"The Eternal Night Empire is a cruel and completely dead society. For all lives living under the night, living itself has become a torture. This is why the Order Bureau rarely places a person derived from the Night Clan
social structure as an extraordinary disaster."
Osana called softly, "Extraordinary disaster·Eternal blood tax."
Boluogo stood up from his seat, but the gap between the seats was too narrow. He couldn't stand upright for a long time, so he could only lean on the back of the chair.
"Fortunately, the Eternal Night Empire has been destroyed, and my current job is to consolidate the grave of the Eternal Night Empire," Boluogo tried again, "This is also one of the purposes of my trip."
Things like the Sublime Supremacy are all leftover from the Eternal Night Empire. Everything Osana is worried about can find similar shadows in past history.
Therefore, Bologo has a very subtle attitude towards the dark future envisioned by Osana, which is both pessimistic and optimistic.
Optimism lies in the fact that under the rule of the Ultimate Condenser, no matter how cruel the Eternal Night Empire is, they may really be able to lead the upgrading of human civilization at a bloody cost. The pessimism lies in the fact that the Eternal Night Empire can be destroyed, but the Eternal Night Empire can be destroyed.
Those who are evil are inexhaustible, and the social structure that puts those who are sublime first is like a bomb, buried in the course of history.
"Don't you feel powerless about this?" Osana was confused this time. "It's like facing an invisible monster. You don't even know who to swing your sword at."
Boluogo said in an impatient tone, "Why is it invisible? Just kill the leaders."
"But if you kill them, there will be others to fill in."
"Then keep killing until everything is clean."
Osana wanted to say something else, but was blocked by Bologg's violent words, "I am an undead, and I have plenty of time to waste with them."
"You think you can stop all this by becoming the most violent person. Aren't you afraid that you will also become a dragon?" She doubted.
Boluogo said almost instinctively without any thought.
"Evil dragon? I don't know how."
Osana's momentum weakened. She sat on her seat and said feebly, "You are as arrogant as us, Bologo."
"Let's talk more truthfully," Borogo put his hand on the hilt of his sword. "This bus has been going around for a long time. What are you going to do?"
Suddenly, the conversation in the carriage stopped. After a brief pause, everyone turned their heads to look at Bologna, including the woman who had been used as an example by the two of them.
The woman said, "Your approach to conversation is terrible."
Boluogo didn't understand, "I think that's quite useful. Why?"
The woman stood up and flipped her hair, "Because I've also seen that movie."
Boluogo laughed again. He sighed that the people in this damn place still have some taste.
For the sake of movie lovers, this place deserves saving.
