bookpower Chapter 429 - 257 I Made It! (First Update)_2
Chapter 429 - 257 I Made It! (First Update)_2
Chapter 429: Chapter 257 I Made It! (First Update)_2
Love and emotion are the best teachers a person can have while growing up.
In the process of writing, Kevin learned many things, and he even began to ask some children about their childhood experiences to gain more inspiration.@@@@
When asked about the happiest thing in their childhood, a little girl who called him ‘little friend’ thought for a moment, then said, “It’s the days when Dad doesn’t come home.”
“Is it because you can see your father?” Kevin asked as he took notes.
“No, it’s knowing he’s still alright, still holding on to some hope. Later, he came back, but only his clothes returned. The nearby gold mine collapsed, he wasn’t meant to die, but he had swapped shifts with someone at that time.”
Kevin fell silent for a while, then firmly ruffled the girl’s hair.
The childhoods of the kids here were all somewhat incomplete.
Yifate, although very dark, was still somewhat peaceful compared to the outside.
Outside of Yifate, the standard of living had dropped to an extremely low level, many areas were no longer livable, and a piece of bread could cost someone their life.
The more he learned, the sadder Kevin became.
Compared to these children, he found that the nobility led exceedingly pleasant lives, even a low-ranking aristocrat of level thirteen could have a carefree childhood.
And if only the nobility could restrain themselves a little bit, not just Yifate, but the nearby people could all be saved.
Many of them were just like the girl before him. They could have had bright futures, could have had their own dreams, but most vanished into the outside world, leaving nothing behind.
It was then that Kevin finally understood his brother’s words.
The noble class was indeed the cancer of this world.
Only by eliminating the noble class could this world be reborn, could it stand ready to face the challenges of the future.
Finally, one morning, as Kevin was about to leave for work, he heard the young man behind him say as usual, “Heading out, my writer lord?”
Kevin had heard this sentence many times, but today, it just didn’t sit right with him.
Adjusting his hat, he said solemnly, “No, please call me comrade.”
“All right, welcome, comrade.”
With his hat properly adjusted, Kevin walked out the door, ready to continue writing his story.
He saw that the prison inmates were already awake, and the former nobles and commoners were heading to their workplaces together.
They were laughing and talking; they almost looked identical, calluses on everyone’s hands and smiles on their faces, the light of their ideals twinkling in their eyes—the dawn of the New World a sparkle.
Only some former heads continued to resist stubbornly, knowing they had served as the noble’s lackeys and that once their masters lost, they too would not live much longer. Thus, they became the largest resistance in the war, but still easily broke before the strength of the people, crumbling pathetically.
The noble class could only keep abandoning their territories, retreating one after another. Once Kevin realized the noble class was not as strong as he had imagined, the last ideological imprint in his mind was also lifted, allowing him completely to forsake his noble identity.
He started to move with the people, braving gunfire on the battlefield to rescue the wounded. He even joined a young doctor to save a life from the clutches of the Grim Reaper, a sense of accomplishment that surpassed all words.
He watched leaders like mighty bears threading through the battlefield, commanding like heroes. When this army composed of prisoners finally claimed victory, the people’s cheers were deafening, bringing tears to Kevin’s eyes.
At last, he joined the army in occupying the city center. As he held the large camera, capturing the moment for eternity, he recognized the person who was raising the flag there.
Staring as the other raised the flag, the person also spotted him.
Handing the flag to someone beside him, the tall, generous figure, bearing a seven- to eight-fold resemblance to himself, rushed over excitedly, calling out, “Kevin, is that you?”
“It’s me! Drey! I’m Kevin, your brother!”
In the sounds of victory celebrations, the two men hugged each other tightly, giving thanks for the arrangements made by the God of Education.
But now, the God of Education no longer existed.
In the void, Fang Cheng had just finished his work and could finally take a breather.
Looking at the scene before him and at Dustfire in his hand, Fang Cheng remarked, “It’s quite red.”
“Yes, quite red,” the God of Judgment said.
The former God of Education had mixed in some different duties, his original educational capabilities merging with punishment and revolution, transforming him into the God of Judgment.
The once little old man had transformed into a muscular hunk, giving the impression that if he couldn’t persuade you, he might resort to his fists.
Glancing at the changed God of Judgment, Fang Cheng felt he might have underestimated human greed and the spirit of rebellion.
But most importantly, the nobles had behaved too atrociously.
Although they had failed this time as well, seeing the fleeing nobles and the bravely standing people, Fang Cheng felt this attempt was not too bad.
And he hadn’t lost completely yet. After all, the Polar Night region was vast, and he could come up with a better method for proving himself.
Leaving the defense of this place to the former God of Education, now the God of Judgment, Fang Cheng returned home to reflect on the mistakes of this attempt.
But as soon as he got back, he noticed his Fei Xin (flying messaging service) was lit up.
His colleagues wouldn’t contact him outside of work hours, his parents would call directly, leaving Gao Tianyun as the only one likely to do this.
And seeing the message from the other party, Fang Cheng wondered if Gao Tianyun was trying to provoke him on purpose.
Gao Tianyun: “Mr. Fang, I’ve succeeded!”