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When Fa'an woke up from the coma, he had already arrived in a basement.

There are shadows and shadows around, it seems that there are many people and many voices.When he woke up completely, he blinked his sore eyes, and found that there was no Xiao Lan among these people, and they were all wearing uniform clothes, and the aura on their bodies indicated that they were Alphas.

The power ring in Fa'an's hand was taken off, and his hair fell loose. The next moment he looked around, someone pulled his head up by his long hair, and he was forced to stop his gaze in front of him.

——A male Omega with short hair and indistinguishable age.

"Hello." Fa'an's Adam's apple rolled, his voice was hoarse, "Maybe we can talk."

The calmness he showed seemed to surprise the other party, and the Omega on the other side laughed out loud.Only by hearing his voice can one tell that this male O is not that young. He let go of Fa'an's hair, and the rough action caused him to have a few strands of golden hair in his hand when he let go.

"Talk, good."

As the other party said so, he waved his hand and brushed the hair between his fingers indifferently, and leaned down to face Fa'an face to face.

"Hello, my distinguished guest. Let me introduce myself, my name is Frando." Frando grinned, with fine lines in the corners of his eyes, "I think you should have heard of the word 'Fran' name."

Fran is an Omega human rights organization, certified by the government, and one of the hottest and fastest-growing emerging organizations in recent years.The publicity they launched represents that everyone's code name is "Fran". Compared with the names of those outstanding Omega, the title "Fran" is more famous among the relevant audience, and it is a spiritual symbol.

When Fa'an was doing exchanges at the Imperial United University, most of the student associations that set up propaganda points around the campus used Fran's flag.

"Mr Frando."

Fa'an nodded, his heart was beating fast and his nerves were tense, but he kept his voice steady.

"I think you understand very well who I am, why did you invite me here?"

Frando looked at him playfully.

"Invitation." He smacked the two words, raised his hand and patted Fa'an's delicate cheek, "Fa'an Anselhewi Nickland, I think I have to break the superficial decency in your mouth."

"Guest, you have been taken captive. This place is several planets away from Ohm - your safe haven."

He put his lips close to Fa'an's ear, and said with regret: "You have to endure our torture here, and endure some experiences that you have never had in your smooth life. These experiences will probably make you grow Yes, that's why we 'invited' you."

Frando felt that Fa'an's breathing became quicker, he laughed with satisfaction, and heard Fa'an's question.

"What exactly do you want?"

"You're a smart boy."

Frando sat down cross-legged in front of him, as if looking at a piece of lamb that had just been peeled off from a sheep, admiring and disgusting, "The image is also very good."

Fa'an frowned and let him look at him.

"But—you don't understand, you're trapped in a kind of ignorant thinking, and you use your appeal to spread it unscrupulously."

"Our work has been going well."

Frando said with a smile, "Use various means, money or other things, to explore the desires of others. As long as you cooperate and give a little benefit, believers who see the future will follow."

"My favorites are the kids who go to all kinds of institutions... How cute are they? When they're young, hot-blooded, questioning the norm, and declaring war on the world. They're smart, they've accepted Education, to understand that the truth is in the hands of the few—it doesn't take us to say a lot to automatically move ourselves into the camp of the few."

"But because of you, Fa'an." Frando's smile became dangerous, "It's just a live broadcast...a nonsensical speech..."

"Do you know how much of an impact you've had on our work?"

"The world was never ruled by one idea."

Fa'an said calmly, "You shouldn't ask everyone to be your believer."

"You're right." Frando narrowed his eyes, "but our minds need to be the majority."

"You don't understand, Faan, a nobleman, the prince's son."

He suddenly stood up, paced in front of Fa'an, and said to himself, "You don't understand anything."

"So I asked." Fa'an looked at him and asked slowly, "I'm asking what you want."

Frando stopped in his tracks.

"You want to know this..." He squatted down in front of Fa'an, looked at Fa'an with a compassionate expression that "you can't understand", and then paused, "We want power and power."

Fa'an's eyes trembled slightly.

"Do you understand now?"

Frando observed the subtle changes in his facial expressions, and said happily: "Yes, power! For this we need to become the majority! From a minority to a majority requires a revolution! As long as there is a revolution, blood will bleed! ——Frando install!"

"You are the first sacrifice we offer for the new era!"

"...Frando, the empire has been stable for a hundred years."

Fa'an said softly, "Before this, the Declaration of Human Rights and the Rights Revolution...that's enough. Most of them are recognized because most people are doing well now."

"what!"

Frando sneered, pinched both sides of Fa'an's cheeks and raised his head, "How are you doing?"

"This is just a hypocritical peace, an illusion! It's the delusion that people today are born by comparing with the bloody history of Omega's lack of human rights in the past!"

"If that's the case—" Fa'an met his eyes without flinching, "If it's what you said, you wouldn't be a 'minority'!"

Frando slapped him hard!

The crisp sound of skin, flesh, and collision sounded, and Fa'an's hands were tied behind his back, and he fell straight to the ground on one side under such force.

His forehead hit the ground with a blunt sound.Frando stood up, his feet stepped on Faan's loose long hair, the toe of the shoe touched Faan's chin, and he stepped on his neck with the sole of the shoe maliciously.

"It's your thinking... our children are so easily satisfied."

"We have endured suffering. So we are awake, and we will hold the 'truth' in our hands to awaken more people and build a brand new empire."

Fa'an's throat trembled slightly under his feet, and the trampled Omega let out a mocking laugh.

"Frando who holds the truth in his hand." He said with emotion, "I don't know what pain you have suffered to come up with such thoughts."

"But even if you build a new empire - can you guarantee that no one suffers? This world will have no distinction between poor and noble, no high, middle and low, no difference between poor and rich, no power With the difference between disease and class being wiped out, can you build an empire like this?"

Fa'an responded immediately.

"You can't."

"Even if the people represented by me, the evil nobles, hand over power, you will only establish the same class. Maybe those who enjoy power and suffer now will be reversed as you wish, then you should take What about the minority at that time?"

He asked pointedly, "Will they also hold the 'truth'?"

"shut up!"

Frando kicked Fa'an's throat violently, Fa'an subconsciously avoided but was still kicked, and retched uncontrollably.

"Then let the people who enjoy the power switch." Standing next to Fa'an, he looked down at Fa'an's face who was coughing on the ground, and grinned with a non-smiling smile, "We will do better .”

"We're going to do better than what's called equality now."

He repeated, his voice low.

"The era that truly belongs to Omega has arrived."

Faan calmed the sharp pain in his throat slightly after a violent cough.

He was lifted up by the blond hair on top of Frando's head, and he was forced to kneel in front of the other party, with his head raised high, revealing his slender neck with bruises, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"You're too stubborn, Faan. We must destroy you."

Frando said in a declarative tone: "I thought of several ways, but after talking with you, I found that none of them are suitable. Maybe you can give me some advice about my own fate?"

"Then let me hit the sandbags."

One side of Fa'an's face was horribly red and swollen, and the other half was soaked in dust, mixed with the saliva he coughed up, making it dirty and embarrassing.

But he still smiled, as if all this was fearless.

"Let my fans see that I am making tea and embroidering on the surface, but secretly boxing and exercising. Maybe they will all go to your ideals?"

"You really know how to joke." Frando said dryly, with no warmth in his eyes.

"Thanks to you, I've already figured it out."

"Fan Anselhewe Nickland, you don't know how much we have sacrificed for this organization and for the Omega of this country. Now it's your turn."

He dragged Fa'an by his hair and dragged him towards the exit of the basement. Fa'an's hands and feet were tied, and he was dragged on the ground with his back facing Frando. He saw the dark and deep basement gradually going away.It was full of Alphas who had been transferred to prevent him from escaping. They were expressionless, like puppets without self-awareness in the gray space.

Captive to the base of this emerging Omega human rights organization, apart from their leader, they didn't even see a single Omega.

This is really a great irony.Fa'an hooked the corner of his mouth silently, and there was another stinging pain involving the wound on his face.

After leaving the basement, Fa'an's eyes were blindfolded.He only felt that the light around him was getting brighter and brighter, and the ground below him became unstable. After he was bumped and dragged through an upward ladder, he was pressed down and knelt down again, his eyes were covered with a black cloth also unraveled.

The entrance is a huge flat depression with no frills.It looks like an arena deliberately built for mutual betting, revealing a barbaric and simple fierceness.

Frando himself helped him untie the rope and pushed him straight into the pit before he could resist.

After all, it's just a pit, not too high.Fa'an barely used his paralyzed arms to protect his head, and fell heavily on the ground, feeling that at least his bones were not broken.

"Fa'an, if you still have hope and look forward to your general, I must tell you that no one will come to rescue you."

"They can't find you—" Frando seemed to think of something happy, and smiled happily, "Besides, they probably don't have the manpower and time to spend on you now."

Fa'an was silent for a moment, then suddenly said.

"Where's the Omega that brought me here?"

"He, he should have returned to the main planet by now."

Frando clapped his hands, "He is a good boy, he knows which side he should be on."

A short dagger was thrown into the arena and fell in front of Fa'an.

"Save yourselves, Faan Anthelhewi Nickland. We are all martyrs until true equality is achieved."

Fa'an didn't move the dagger, he looked up at Frando and said with a smile.

"Martyrs... I may be, but you must not be so noble."

"Have you ever seen a martyr die with someone else's life?"

Frando's expression became cold, and he raised his hand to let an Alpha beside him turn on the live camera. The black lens was like an evil eye, staring motionlessly at Fa'an in the arena.

"Keep laughing, Fa'an." He said in a cruel tone, "In that case, the pictures that will be taken later will look good."