My sister is Luna

There is such a place:

Its might dominates the vast ocean, where tides surge like silver fish; its majesty pacifies the Jade Sea, where waves churn like snow, and mirages leap from the abyss. At the edge of the sea, towering peaks rise majestically in the East Sea. Crimson cliffs and strange peaks rise, sheer walls and wondrous cliffs. On the crimson cliffs, phoenixes sing in pairs; before the sheer walls, a lone unicorn lies. From the peaks, one often hears the cry of a golden pheasant; from the caves, one often sees a dragon emerge. In the forest dwell immortal foxes of longevity; in the trees perch spirit birds and cranes. Jade herbs and wondrous flowers never fade; green pines and cypresses remain evergreen. Immortal peaches always bear fruit; clouds always linger on the cliffs. The ravines are dense with vines and creepers; the banks of the four plains are covered with fresh grass. It is truly a pillar supporting the sky where all rivers converge, its roots shifting through countless eons.

The monkey lived in this forest facing the sea. Although it wasn't as beautiful and enchanting as the one described above, his hometown was always beautiful in his eyes, just like beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Back then, he was just a monkey, running and playing carefree with his tribe in the forest. This was his home, his Flower and Fruit Mountain.

However, the monkeys were not the dominant species on this mountain. Black bears, tigers, and wolves, with bodies similar to monkeys but stronger and more agile, had sharp fingers that could easily tear their prey apart. Anyone who saw them could only hide in the trees and tremble in fear.

When the monkey was born, his parents were eaten by a tiger while protecting him. This was said by an old monkey in the tribe who was dying. At that time, he saw the old monkey suddenly leave. Curious about the phenomenon that old monkeys would leave the tribe and never be seen again after a period of time, he followed the old monkey and learned about his own origins.

So he did have parents, but they were dead... The monkey was both happy and disappointed.

On one side was a lively troop of monkeys, and on the other side were two lonely figures. This contrast stirred a fire within the monkey's heart, a fire that he hated but could do nothing about, given the custom of the elderly dying alone.

Will I be like this when I get old?

Seeing the old monkey suddenly die silently, he felt a sense of fear and panic. He quickly ran into the monkey troop and was embraced by laughter and joy.

As time went by, the monkey forgot about the old monkey and put down its parents. However, sometimes when it saw other little monkeys hugging their parents, it felt a little lonely.

The group banded together for warmth, and the monkey king distributed resources fairly and orderly. The monkeys were well-fed and entertained, and even became friends with a squirrel who loved watching the sunset. Every day was fulfilling and free. At the time, he thought this was not bad: to contribute in one's prime and die alone in old age, leaving the group behind.

And then one day, God came.

Before he could understand human language, he did not know why God was God.

A huge gray object fell from the sky with a tremendous roar, like a lurking, terrifying beast colliding with the earth.

Birds and beasts scattered in the mountains and forests, creating chaos.

All the monkeys were so frightened that they scattered and fled, and he became separated from his group along the way.

After wandering in the mountains for several days, he was caught in an iron net. To his surprise, he found that the newcomer looked very similar to him, except that he did not have thick fur, nor a tail, and was dressed in a dark silver "decoration" and possessed powerful weapons.

A bald monkey without a tail? The monkey found these creatures very strange.

He was then taken to a place and escorted into a tall tower. Before entering, he saw nine other towers that were exactly the same as his.

He saw wolves, oxen, tigers—wolves, oxen, tigers—who were once far more powerful and stronger than him…all chained up, obediently following God’s command.

And so the monkeys became slaves, creating brilliance in this sunless Tower of the Sun. The pale blue liquid flowed into the roaring machines, spreading from the first floor to the tenth, slowly releasing a pungent, thick odor. They huddled together in the dark space, sinking into madness in the monotony, exhaustion, pain, and boredom of day after day.

God whipped the monkey and his fellow slaves, speaking in a language that was incomprehensible.

Later, he paid special attention to what those people said, secretly observed their daily lives, and watched their pointing fingers and moving lips.

The first word he learned was "Demon Seed," the name God used for all slaves. The cold, emotionless words uttered from those mouths were etched into his heart. He hated those eyes that looked at him like he was looking at a stone, and he couldn't help but want to bare his teeth at them. Only then did he resemble a wild beast.

But the monkey was still somewhat confused. He didn't know how to express himself. It was as if there was a wall blocking his heart, which he couldn't push away with his hands. He felt helpless. What did he need? He wanted to see beyond the wall.

The monkey's first learning and first acquisition of knowledge came from this. It was the first demonic species to be influenced by human civilization. This species, which had not yet formed a civilization, had the mark of God (humanity) etched into the bottom layer of its genes.

The food at the Tower of the Sun was more delicious than in the jungle, and the whips hurt more. Many demons endured the whips for the sake of these "delicious foods," but the monkey, used to freedom, couldn't stand being restrained. The roaring machines made him miss the birdsong in the mountains, the hard, scorching floor made him miss the warm, moist soil, and the dirty, towering block machines made him miss the straight, green trees. He missed the fruit, he missed his monkey troop, he missed the squirrels, he missed running without shackles... All these thoughts made him distracted from his work, wanting to escape and rebel.

For those trapped in a cage, any delusions about the outside world are absolutely forbidden. The world is off-limits to them; the cage is their world!

Such unruly behavior naturally requires discipline, especially when the monkey grabs the whip that is being swung at it, at which point an even more ferocious attack will follow.

In the pain, the monkey cried out in awkward, broken language—"No!" He had learned the language of the gods (humans).

The whip didn't fall again. The monkey opened its eyes and found them staring at it in astonishment.

He was then taken to the interrogation room. The cramped space made him very uncomfortable. White light shone on his face, and he saw a figure. He felt fear in his heart.

"A talking monkey, what a biological discovery!"

The monkey realized that this was a middle-aged man with mechanical lines on his face. Gods are super-intelligent beings armed with machinery, and he called himself Venus, the goddess of love.

"Hello, monkey?" Venus asked.

"Ni...hao..." the monkey said nervously and awkwardly.

Excitement flashed in Venus's eyes, and she asked again:

"What's your name?"

"No..." the monkey shook its head.

Unlike other gods, Venus was not fierce towards monkeys, and her gaze was not fixed on stones, but rather gentle and reliable like that of a father, so that monkeys could see their own reflection in her eyes.

Venus often came to see the monkeys and talked with them. His words were sometimes profound and sometimes melancholy. He was always teetering on the edge of sentimentality. His gaze toward the monkeys gradually became no different from that of the human child. Life is equal, yet unequal.

The monkey loved listening because it helped him think. Yes, thinking—an instinct that should have evolved over thousands of years—began to crack as it absorbed the slight nourishment from the intervention of the gods, a higher form of human civilization.

Through the monkey, Venus has a complex feeling about the intelligence of the demon race. The monkey's thinking and wisdom are no less than those of humans, and its bright eyes pierce through his eyes, arousing his renewed reflection and examination of life.

Until one day, Venus did something she regretted: she told the monkey a story—Journey to the West, the story of a monkey named Sun Wukong.

The monkey was enlightened; a seed had taken root and sprouted, rapidly growing into a towering tree. His yearning for freedom was unstoppable, and all constraints seemed utterly detestable to him.

Venus was a traitor to humanity, but her compassion for life was genuine. The gods of humanity resented this "scheming manipulator" who instigated the demons, while the demons remembered this "Prometheus" who stole fire.

The monkey became increasingly rebellious. He fought back against reprimands and resisted harsh treatment. The more he opposed, the more he was suppressed, and the more he was suppressed, the more he opposed. In the end, the monkey was imprisoned in the lowest level, the tenth basement level of the Tower of the Sun, the first stage of energy processing, where he faced the blood and death of the planet with his own body.

Venus stopped communicating with him and remained lost and bewildered.

The demons on the tenth negative level were even more rude and barbaric, and even more foolish and short-sighted. Communicating with them was pointless. The scorching and noisy air constantly irritated the monkey, and something invisibly sluggished his thinking. He could only silently persevere with the vision of Qitian.

Monkeys that can talk are not an isolated case.

After ten years of hard work and development, all the demons in the Tower of the Sun have learned the language, but nothing has changed. They still eat bitter food, endure whippings, and do their jobs. However, the gods have chosen so-called representatives for them to demonstrate the supposed superiority of their system.

The three demons, the cow, the sheep, and the wolf, represent all the demons in their dialogue with God. They are the most hardworking and enduring among the demons.

Interestingly, the gods privately like to call this wolf demon a dog, which the demons consider a sign of the gods' favoritism, and the wolf is quite proud of it.

With the spread of a common language, the monkey was able to communicate with the other demons. However, the whip of the gods silenced them all. Every day, the demons were stained with the blood of the planet, causing them constant pain. But as more and more demons descended to the tenth level of negative space, and corpses lay everywhere, unable to bear the suffering, the gods did not clean them up. They believed this was the best warning to the demons. At this moment, all the demons were the same victims. The monkey felt heartbroken. At the same time, he vaguely sensed a flame, but he had not yet grasped it to start a prairie fire. What else was needed? He was still a little short.

On earth, there was singing and dancing, and the gods were intoxicated by the prosperity before them. Thick blood accumulated on the earth like mud, turning into festering sores, intertwining and brewing.

Machines roared, their breaths like howls, blood flowed, the Tower of the Sun was rooted deep into the planet's earth like a nail, its radiance shining eternally, supplying a continuous stream of energy, the inverted city was like a giant syringe drawing blood from the planet, the brilliant human civilization was revived, the greenhouse humans under the care of the gods sang praises of the gods' golden age, the imprisoned children longed for the sky, and the undercurrents of the demonic and divine professions surged.

Those who create the world and become gods will pay the price for their arrogance; no one can escape fate.

Two years later at the lowest level, the planet's blood mutated, and highly radioactive reactants accelerated its spread, corroding the shackles—

An eerie aura invaded the brains of the naked demons, with the monkeys acting as the mixers bearing the brunt.

The noise filled the monkey's brain, the pain felt like a hand gripping his nerves, and his memories were jumbled and overlapping.

The monkey was going crazy, but it had grasped something—the thing that slaves should never have, yet crave most—freedom.

Why are gods so high above? Because they have guns and cannons, they have knowledge accumulated over countless years, and they are stronger than any demon.

So we deserve to be slaves?

Yes, I know God can be angry if a demon offends His majesty, but does God know that a demon can also be angry? If He has nothing left. When I beg, you sneer arrogantly. When I suffer, you are unmoved.

Now I'm furious.

I want to hear God weeping.

I want to hear God's plea.

I know God can be angry. But do you know that God can also tremble? God is broken, nothing but a deception.

Yes, I know that the demonic seed is uncivilized, but that doesn't mean it lacks intelligence.

As a demi-human being, it was only when this civilization was still a seed of ignorance that a large hand grasped it without crushing it. So it absorbed the sweat from the hand and broke through the soil and the hand!

God (man) subdued it, and man (god) also gave it a chance to rebel!

The demon seed became "human," which was the greatest blasphemy against God, and God's wisdom seemed somewhat shallow at this moment.

"Listen, the roar of the planet, let our anger erupt together, you laughable god, your absolute is so contradictory!"

—The monkey wasn't crazy; its body, ravaged by the harsh environment, was now full of strength.

"Stand up...!" the monkey growled, as if speaking to itself, and also to the demons around it.

"Why did you stop? Damn it, get moving! You useless piece of trash, that's all the value you have. Get back to work!" The guard drew his whip, intending to strike the monkey.

The monkey grabbed the composite alloy rod used to stir the molten metal and killed the guard with a single blow, but the whip didn't land on him.

As intelligent beings, we take up arms to resist. Even if we are destroyed, we will engrave our disdain for God in His eyes and heart, shatter His arrogance, and become His nightmare, keeping Him awake at night.

Since Sun Wukong doesn't exist in reality, then I am Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong stood on the high-radiation reactor—the scorching heat could no longer burn him—only pairs of bright eyes looked at him from the charcoal-black demonic creatures.

"We were born free, who dares to look down on us? Brothers, we've had enough of this hardship, let's reclaim our freedom!"

"Freedom!!!" The shout fell, and all the demons responded.

God's attitude towards the demons made them lose all illusions about God. The demons also have feelings; they are not stones or machines. The so-called demons are just fighting for what they have been taken away from them, fighting for those they made promises to, and going back to Flower Fruit Mountain, back to each demon's own "Flower Fruit Mountain".

The mutated planetary blood has greatly enhanced the demonic race, and a raging inferno has begun to spread, triggering a demonic rebellion.

A black current surged forth from the far north, with Sun Wukong charging ahead. The "demons" who had longed for the gods responded one after another. The demonic seed spread rapidly to the edge of the far north with overwhelming force. Looking towards the Jianmu tree, it was like a giant beast roaring across the sea. The inverted city supported by Buzhou Mountain finally saw its own darkness. The so-called righteous god had cracks of doubt, and the spear and shield of fate would eventually tear it apart.

The sudden riot caught everyone off guard. The gods hastily assembled an army to suppress it, but the demons' violent power was momentarily on par with theirs.

"Who is it? Who dares to rebel?!" the gods demanded.

"This is not a rebellion. We have never belonged to you. You are our enemies. This is an inevitable battle, a testament to our anger and the oppressive gods—"

The club swept across a vast array of warships and airships. A gust of wind, carrying raging flames, raced across the boundless snowfield like a streak of blood. On the desolate snowflakes, no one could see its tracks, no one could block its path. All that could be seen was the colossal warship crumbling in the flames, and all that could be heard was its arrogant laughter that shook heaven and earth.

"For the next ten thousand years, you will all remember my name—Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven!"

Sun Wukong—

The gods were horrified to hear this highly symbolic name. They understood its greatness better than the monkeys did, and yet this epoch-making event in the world was written by a demon!

The monkey stood firmly on the ground, his Ruyi Jingu Bang (magic staff) pointing straight at the city in the sky. His figure, illuminated by lightning at that moment, remains frozen in legend even after thousands of years.

The great battle was fierce, leaving millions of corpses floating and rivers of blood flowing. The demon rebellion ultimately ended in failure, and Sun Wukong died.

Sun Wukong didn't die either; the monkey looked back on his life.

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