Collapse, survive

"what?!"

March 7th was shocked.

Xing's eyes lit up. What? There's still a chance to settle things once and for all? This time, I'll make that dark-skinned Lord Hook call me the Dark-Skinned Lord Xing.

Conjugate!

Just kidding, friends.

Natasha gave a long-lost, relaxed smile: "But if I could, I wouldn't want Seele to go on an adventure with you. She might be able to save the world. But I can't control her anyway, since we have nothing. At least let her be free."

Those who are bound by constraints only need themselves; at least, young people can make more choices.

"Thank you, really, thank you, you have brought hope."

Natasha felt embarrassed, for she had no way to repay all this except for a small token of gratitude. In such dire straits, how could she ask for more?

So, where is Seele?

……

……

Seele is encouraging Bronya—

"What's with that expression on your face? What's with those tears? Can your tears save the world?"

She strode over and raised her hand at the stunned Bronya—

"Crack~!"

"Let's get moving! We need to keep moving, we need to do big things, really big things!"

"..."

Bronya stared at her blankly, completely at a loss.

The shocking truth made her almost unable to stand. A fire burned within her, a burning desire to find the truth, save Belloberg, and protect the people...

So, to become a Great Guardian, one must become this kind of person, standing on the opposite side of the truth, using lies to...

"At dawn, the guardians shall shine like a bright star, illuminating the path for the people."

"When darkness falls, the guardians should be like a warm hearth, comforting the hearts of the people."

Bronya gazed at Seele, her face bearing the handprint of a slap turned towards the roof, then looked up at Crepper Castle in some unknown direction, murmuring the vows made under the snow from the past.

"All these years... have all that I followed, protected, and persisted in been lies?"

"Isn't this just common sense? You higher-ups have always said one thing and done another. Haven't you seen what's happening below? How can you abandon the people's protection? You only realize this now! But so what? Real or fake, what you become, does it really matter that much?"

Seele's voice was deafening.

"Let's take action. What we need to do, or rather, what we need to achieve, is more important!"

Bronya was intimidated by her imposing manner and couldn't think of a reply.

"And that guy over there, the Silver Mane Iron Guard officer, you're such a grown man, yet you're crying like a little girl..."

“I didn’t cry or whine.”

Jepard's voice was somber: "I just think I understand now, I understand why my sister kicked me down."

"What do you understand? You idiot, you moron."

Seele gets angry when she sees that expression; she's seen too many of them and doesn't want to see them anymore.

"I see you understand nothing. Do you have no eyes, no ears, or even a mouth? For so many years you've turned a deaf ear and a blind eye, you won't even open your mouth to ask a question, just deceiving yourself... And now you say 'I understand'? Bah!"

Seele rudely despised them; she found them disgusting.

"Why don't you take action? If you want to know something, go ask for it yourself and get it yourself. Didn't you do a good job fighting Schwarzro before? What's the point of keeping it all bottled up inside? Keeping your worries inside, isn't it just that you think you're in a high position and don't want to show weakness in front of others? You're also subservient to your higher position and superstitiously believe in some kind of protection..."

"This isn't the upper class, you fools. There aren't so many suspicions or rules here. It's a lawless place. There's no difference between humans killing each other and monsters killing each other. When no one wants to kill you, they'll tell you why. There's no why. Thoughts are never important. You claim to protect the people, but the people need your protection. What about roads, hearts... Without you, the abandoned lower class has survived, and according to Schwarzro's calculations, they can outlast you!"

Seele doesn't understand many things—star cores, lies, truths—and she doesn't want to understand them after seeing them. She only needs to know one thing—

"Now, the road to the surface has been opened—not a freight route, but the heart of the furnace, the place where people should go! We opened it with our own hands, we did it! What's the use of crying here now? Fight with me, fight all those who have hurt us! Don't think you can escape retribution with some lofty reason. Revenge needs no reason. Or is it that what you want to protect is a world where villains run rampant, and the wronged can't even seek revenge, forced to slink away like rats hiding in the shadows!"

She doesn't want it.

She had been to the outside world, not the lower level, not the upper level, but beyond Beloborg, where there was snow and monsters everywhere, but, but as long as she used fire to burn, she could open up an even wider world.

Cages, layer upon layer of cages, Seele has gone farther than the people of Beloborg.

She didn't want to stop, didn't want to stop, and couldn't stop.

Even if we stop, it's just to rest and go further, so we won't have to wait long!

"Come at me!"

If Seele had a heavily armored bunny, she would definitely drive it and chase Bronya and Jepard. They would have a pretty high status in it and could be used as hostages.

If you're not valued, you'll be killed along with everyone else...

That's great! Not only do we get two more meat shields, but we also get two more allies.

Bronya's eyes widened. This impulsive Seele—her mind was a mess, fragments of history, the knowledge she had once learned were all jumbled together, she didn't know what to believe, and how could she take any action?

This is disciplinary power, the constraint of philosophy.

The entire Beloborg, the upper and lower districts, each area is like a series of cages, prisons, with non-existent guards, star cores, cold waves, and great guardians—anything can play this role, as long as the prisoners can't see the guards.

When prisoners are unsure whether the guards are watching them, they will remain well-behaved even if they are not.

Let the prisoners monitor themselves.

This is the power of discipline.

It is not dependent on any authority, and most of the time it is not even based on punishment, but rather a dissemination of knowledge and morality, spreading like a capillary carpet to every corner of the world.

It makes people "self-tame".

This terrifying thing far exceeds human imagination. It penetrates the soul, intervenes in, interferes with and manipulates thought in a hidden way. People think they are thinking, but in fact they are performing a kind of "thinking show" according to the disciplinary power.

Civilization is a process, especially humanities. After the elimination of feudal society, people were no longer subordinate to the emperor or the throne, and it seemed that they had been liberated.

But ideas, and the transmission of ideas, allow disciplinary power to dominate the world.

The so-called inheritance means making people cultured, thoughtful, and civilized, noble individuals who transcend base desires—this is beyond question.

However, the ideas of the previous era, when passed down to the next, are not necessarily all good. The morality of feudal society is criminal in modern society. Conversely, if society is inherently pathological, and everyone insists on being a noble egalitarian, then who exactly is the bad guy?

The wisdom, morality, and thoughts of our predecessors...

Fang Jie told Xi'er a lot of random things, including but not limited to a crazy fairy tale about how people don't actually know what success is. Your definition of success is just someone else's definition of success. The ideas in your mind have been instilled by others. They just told you that being rich is success, and marrying the perfect person of the opposite sex is success. You naturally thought so and took it as your own idea, believing it without a doubt.

In fact, many people never have their own insights into success; they merely imitate others, are dominated by things outside of their own "absolute subjectivity," and thus tame themselves.

The same principle applies if we replace success with worldview, values, and outlook on life.

Even if someone tells you to make independent judgments, all the basic knowledge that builds upon your independent judgments is instilled by another "other person".

How tragic that a person spends their entire life merely "imitating" disciplinary power. This is the perpetual motion machine of philosophy, placing the world within the perpetual motion machine of disciplinary power, making it a part of disciplinary power.

The ultimate horror of this perpetual motion lies in the fact that, in the process of discipline, the one who disciplines others disappears.

It is not anyone's power, not who is disciplining whom, not the emperor's right to discipline his subjects, not the parents' right to discipline their children, nor the leader's right to discipline their employees.

It disappeared.

The throne behind the ruler is empty; there is no one sitting there, no one to see, think about, or rebel against.

This is true not only of Beloberg, but of the entire galaxy.

At least that's how it was before the Star Gods existed there, just like the difference between nothingness and "nothingness." Without "nothingness," how empty the world would be.

She didn't understand civilization, or even discipline and power, so she didn't think too much about it. She followed her nature, her wildness, her preordained instincts, and acted accordingly.

Believe in yourself, only yourself!

Therefore, she is particularly quick to break free from superstitions about outdated ideas and knowledge, and she is also particularly quick to accept new things, regardless of whether you have them or not, just take them.

"Charge with me!"

She had that arrogance that she was the protagonist, even though she didn't even understand what a protagonist was, and she charged towards the heart of the furnace, towards the ground, towards the sky.

Upright and honorable, yet with a sharp edge.

"Aba aba... Seele is so handsome."

March 7th was stunned. Something felt off, but it also felt right.

And the star has already surged forward.

Seeing Danheng's stunned expression, Natasha was also somewhat surprised, and then... smiled: "Don't let Seele's usual carefree attitude fool you, she actually has a mirror in her heart, she is very clear about all the rights and wrongs, and she is quick-witted and decisive in her actions."

Honestly, doesn't this make her seem even weaker?

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P.S.: Sixth update!

Chapter 41 The Creation Engine – [Ariello]

The path of exploration is always full of surprises.

Just like when I met you.

Fang Jie was actually quite troubled. How could he reshape the ecology of the frozen planet by simply and relentlessly igniting the ocean?

If he had the Blade of the World-Bearing Sword—[Storm], would things be easier for him?

However, Fang Jie was in no hurry to activate the corresponding Divine Key. He felt it would be unlucky to give it to Feng for the first time, as the name was too jarring.

"So you're a treasure, my friend. With your whole body, you can easily restore the planet's ecosystem, right?"

[Objection: I do not possess such powerful capabilities. Recommendation: Halt the fusion process. Additional information: Humans possess limitless potential; fusion with machines is fundamentally harmful.]

"Rejected, the power of erosion, brat!"

[Incomprehensible]

"It's okay if you don't understand. It's really not appropriate for you to always be attached to me. I'll give you a different body later. Do you prefer the original creation engine body or the new body?"

Question: What's the difference?

"The difference is that the former is a bit troublesome to repair. I have to completely learn how to build it and at least have my own understanding. The latter, I can tell just by touching it, and I can guarantee that it has never been started and is in perfect condition."

[Question: My opinion is irrelevant because I am a tool, not a decision-maker.]

"You mean you want me to force you to obey orders? My friend, that's not very progressive. Even 'shutting up' is a human right on a train."

Shut Up is a robot that loves telling corny jokes, and its voice is extremely provocative. Everyone actually wants to format it, but it's quite resilient and has designed quite a few questions to prevent itself from being formatted.

To be honest, Fang Jie didn't really want to see it, and...

"Ah, it's raining."

It's not near Fang Jie, that's impossible; ordinary rain can't get that close. It's raining in Belleberg.

He ignited the weather changes caused by the sea, but the preservation of Beloborg was so easily affected; just how low had the will to preserve it fallen?

[Suggestion: Efficiency]

Very good, a very strong reason, Fang Jie was convinced.

But taking shortcuts isn't always the fastest, and the same goes for efficiency.

Belloborg also efficiently built an armory, a legendary armory that even Toppa couldn't find, because Belloborg mainly relied on flesh and blood to fight against the Legion. Those mechs... According to the design blueprints left by the company, the builders built the first batch of replica mechs, but after the company withdrew, no one knew how to start them.

This involves source code, and Belloberg has always used the company's well-established source code.

Fang Jie doesn't understand code, but he should be able to get these things up and running...

Corrosion power, boy.

But erosion is meaningless to the surviving remains, preventing them from reaching the new world.

"Received, friend. Wait a minute, let me level up first."

Fang Jie's mind was filled with questions from the 'catalog'. He hadn't decided which one to use yet, and even the one he most wanted to use, [Lan], was rejected. The artificial stigmata was enough for him to explore, adapt to, and develop.

—I've decided on you!

The problem that emerged before him no longer deterred him.