Those who face the wall, but are in the Nascent Soul stage.

Chapter 116 Ah, the People
Rediaz's anophobia disappeared.

"Your heliophobia stemmed from your desire to destroy the sun. Now that you've given up, your heliophobia has disappeared, right?"

On the private plane bound for Venezuela, Garnin asked.

Looking at the sun outside the porthole, Radiaz said softly, "Chairman... I hope there will be a successor."

“You know it’s impossible.” Garnin shook his head. “Everyone hates you to the core.”

"Then at least we must continue manufacturing the stellar nuclear bomb; future wars will require it."

"You don't need to worry about that. After all, the stellar nuclear bomb is the most powerful weapon we have ever mastered. Regardless of whether it will be useful in the future, all the major powers will do their best to manufacture it. You deserve a lot of credit for that."

Radiaz sighed.

Garnin glanced at the message he had just received and said to Rediaz, "Where is that star-shaped nuclear bomb in New York hidden? President Dugan is going crazy; his army still hasn't found it."

“Chairman, there was never any stellar nuclear bomb. That was just a trick I used to withdraw from the United Nations. This watch is for you.” Rediaz unlocked his 'Cradle System' and placed it in Garnin’s hand.

Garnin opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

"When the wall-breaker was breaking down the wall, Mr. Luo Qing was there too, right? What was his attitude?"

He said I was crazy.

"Nothing else?"

“No.” Rediaz shook his head. “But I know he’ll figure it out and understand me.”

"Honestly, I don't think he'll understand you... Who can understand someone who's about to self-destruct?"

Rediaz's tone was filled with sorrow: "Chairman, like the vast majority of people, you lack understanding of the future war."

“You’re a loser,” Garnin sighed.

"No, I often dream of a scene where a powerful ancient empire is building its defensive system: moats, walls, arrow towers, chariots, cavalry, infantry, and even catapults... That empire is more united than ever before, determined to resist invasion with these defenses. Of course, this empire also has some advantages, such as a minor deity and some flying wooden warships. And their enemy is a hysterical interstellar fleet that is about to lose its homeland."

“Your sarcasm is spot on.” Garnin nodded. “But this is the limit of what we can do. It’s better than you threatening the enemy with suicide.”

“This is not suicide, this is the only way to survive… You still don’t understand.”

...

The moment the gangway touched the ground, Radiaz saw the surging crowd through the bulletproof glass. The airport searchlights sliced ​​the twilight into countless fragments, and the crowd held up burning torches, the flickering light casting shadows on their angry, distorted faces.

"I'm going to meet my Che Guevara ending, which I've been looking forward to for a long time. Mr. Chairman, please go back."

Garnin hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Rediaz strides confidently toward his doom.

A small group of sympathetic military police stopped Rediaz. "Former President Rediaz, don't go over there. As long as you're here, we can protect you. The mob has prepared stones and Molotov cocktails." The soldier's voice trembled slightly.

“Those are not rioters, children, they are the people, people with boundless power and simple justice, people who are worth protecting.”

"But, but." The soldier tried to stop him, but the tall and strong Diaz pushed him away.

Outside the airport, sirens wailed like wounded beasts as the human wall of riot police was pushed back by the surging crowd.

"Murderer!" "Demon!" "Get out of Venezuela!"

The roar of the crowd echoed across the Venezuelan sky. Rediaz noticed many familiar faces in the crowd—the same lawmakers who had once raised their arms and shouted at his campaign rallies, now only filled with hatred in their eyes.

"See? This is the power of the people. Never try to stop them. The people are innocent. I am the guilty one," Rediaz instructed the pursuing soldiers.

"Go back! Get on the plane! Get out of here! Get out of here!" The soldier tried to pull Diaz back, saying, "I don't understand your far-sighted plan of destruction, but I've lived in your shadow for almost the first 20 years of my life. You're not a bad person, absolutely not!"

Radiaz shook his head and gently pried his hands off.

"Go back, child. You're too close to me; you'll get hurt."

Rediaz continued walking, and soon he crossed the square. In the twilight, he saw the bronze statue of Bolívar standing majestically in the firelight, as if looking down on this absurd trial.

“My people…” His voice was hoarse, carrying a sense of fatalistic desolation. The riot police and army's defensive line had collapsed, and a flood of people, filled with overwhelming hatred, surged forth.

A fist-sized pebble struck him on the forehead first, and warm blood flowed down his cheek and into his collar. He did not flinch, but instead spread his arms, letting the stone hit his chest and abdomen.

Someone in the crowd started throwing Molotov cocktails; yellow flames exploded at his feet, and the heat scorched his calves.

"You think I'm afraid of death?" Rediaz roared, piercing through the noise. "History will prove everything!"

A stone struck his cheekbone, and he staggered back half a step, tasting the rusty blood.

The enraged crowd drew ever closer, and the world before Radiaz's eyes teetered on the brink of chaos. Miraculously, an elderly woman with white hair squeezed to the front and shakily lifted a mud-covered stone.

“My grandson…” the old woman’s Spanish was choked with sobs, “He’s only twelve years old, are you going to let him perish with the sun?”

Radiaz stared into her cloudy eyes and deliberately squatted down, which would make it easier for her to hit him.

Without the slightest hesitation, the old woman slammed the stone she was holding down hard down on the demon's head.

"Zheng!"

A sword cry resounded throughout the world.

"Don't."

Radiaz called out to Luo Qing, whose expression was indifferent. The latter's longsword was held against the old woman's neck, while the stone had long since turned into soap powder.

More spirit swords collapsed into physical form in the endless void, and the number of spirit swords quickly reached 100,000. Each longsword, with its unique shape, was pressed against the throat of a Venezuelan citizen.

The world suddenly calmed down.

"No, Luo Qing, you need to calm down." Radiaz, his head bleeding, got up.

"I believe there is no calmer person in the world than me," Luo Qing said.

“Take your swords away, this is none of their business,” Rediaz said with difficulty.

Luo Qing laughed sarcastically: "It has nothing to do with them? Of these 100,000 people, half were incited by the Americans, and the other half were the troops your opposition party raised. Countless people want to kill you, but the plan to destroy the solar system is only a minor part of the reasons for killing you. In other words, no one hates you hysterically because of your outlandish plan—except for this old woman."

Radiaz stood frozen in place.

A spirit sword shouted in Luo Qing's direction, "Brother Luo, are you serious? Sending a few of us out to scare these mortals?"

"Shut up."

"Oh, okay." The spirit sword immediately fell silent.

"This little girl is crying because she's scared. Brother Luo, should we comfort her?"

"Couldn't you have kept the sword tip further away?"

"Okay, Brother Luo." The spirit sword tapped its tip, retreated one centimeter, and then conjured a flower from the tip, trying to appease the other party.

"Brother Luo, I feel something circling around me. Can I cut it with my sword?"

"That's Zhizi. It's too small. If you can't cut it, don't waste your time."

"Hmph, it's only because Brother Gujinjian isn't here that he's already killed this damn Zhizi and sent him back hundreds of thousands of years in one stroke!"

"Shut up, all of you. Anyone who speaks again will have their spiritual power revoked. There's no Yin-Yang Heavenly Seal here. Don't cry and regret it if it's revoked."

The group of swordsmen immediately became obedient.

After scolding these messy swords, Luo Qing said to Radiaz, "Since the Earth can't accommodate you anymore, then come with me."

“Where am I going…” Rediaz asked in a hoarse voice.

"Mercury, the Earth's core, the place closest to the sun." Luo Qing said coldly, "There is a natural prison there, and it is also a good place to meditate. I will continue your meditating plan. If one day the world really reaches a point of no return, then you will be the first pilot of Mercury."

"Let's go, Wallfacer Diaz. The future of the solar system rests on our shoulders."

(End of this chapter)