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Chapter 942: The Purpose
Chapter 942: The Purpose
"You give me too much credit," the red-haired director replied, shaking her head as she recalled the various changes she had witnessed in the capital over the past half a year and the new regulations being implemented by the Cleanup Bureau.
"I may not be a fool, but I'm not as smart as you think," she continued earnestly. "My vision is limited to the familiar surroundings around me, but truly intelligent people are born with a higher perspective. They can see things that are beyond my sight."
She went on, "And you overestimate yourself. The Cleanup Bureau may appear weak now, but it's already very different from the past. If we wait for a generation or two, things might change drastically without any effort from you or me."
The middle-aged man let out a cold laugh. "So, you're saying that in the years before my revival, a smart person suddenly emerged and managed to shake up the Bureau, which had been stagnant for thousands of years?"
"Yes," the red-haired director affirmed, recalling the files she had seen. "Although it's just the beginning, I'm confident that the Bureau, and even the entire mortal realm, is moving towards a better direction. It's developing in a way that doesn't require..."
"Enough!" The tall, slim man interrupted her, his disappointment evident as he glanced at her. "It was my mistake to have expectations of you. Perhaps we were never meant to be on the same path."
"Don't be hasty," she said. "You've only just returned. Why not observe the situation first?"
Raising his voice slightly, the middle-aged man scoffed, "I've seen enough in my previous life! The Brave Nation wasn't so brave after all. Even before you personally brought about its downfall, the Eastern Carleva Kingdom had already decayed to its core. Every year, thousands died in the Colosseum, while those who dared to resist could be counted on one hand."
"The so-called brave blood of its citizens," he continued, "would rather fight like beasts for others' amusement, bleeding themselves dry in the muddy Colosseum filled with footprints, than stand up against the injustices they faced. They'd be better off with my blood! I'd make their decisions for them!"
"Similarly," he added, "your so-called Nation of Justice is no different. They claim to value justice above all else, yet they are the least trusting of fairness. Only those of similar status are deemed worthy of fairness, and they only uphold justice when it doesn't conflict with their interests. This conditional justice is worse than none at all!"
The red-haired director fell silent.
"You should know something about the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Six Virtues and Seven Vices," the middle-aged man said, his face cold as he looked at her. "Do I need to tell you about the state of these kingdoms in the mortal realm?"
"The Moldera Kingdom, which boasts the blood of restraint, holds the richest land, the Golden Realm. The Peltier Kingdom, claiming to be compassionate, has the most refugees among the thirteen. The Sea Cliff Nation, known for its diligence, not only has the most barren land but also, like the Nation of a Thousand Sails, survives by plundering others.
Restraint's extravagance, compassion's indifference, diligence's unearned gains, and humility's arrogance... Add to that the Brave Nation's lack of courage and the Nation of Justice's absence of fairness. I ask you, how different are the Six Virtuous Kingdoms from the Seven Vices?"
"It will get better over time..." the red-haired director said, closing her eyes momentarily before speaking with a hint of helplessness. "I haven't traveled much these years, but from what I've seen, changes are already happening. If you're patient and wait a little longer, these issues should be resolved in the future."
"How do you propose to fix this? Who do you expect to fix it? The very same Cleanup Bureau that created this mess?" The middle-aged man scoffed, his tone laced with derision.
"I've seen enough to know that the state of this world is a direct result of the Bureau's incompetence! To maintain the old order and to ensure the 'rewards' for those in power, the Bureau won't let a kingdom truly fall, no matter how rotten its roots are. As long as the bloodline of the Thirteen Royal Families remains, and the Bureau doesn't feel the true pain, those Thirteen Kingdoms will be propped up again, maybe with a new name and face, but dig beneath the surface, and you'll find the same old rotten roots!"
"The Bureau has..."
"Enough. I'm not here to argue with you. You've become just like those old fools, even your words of persuasion are the same. I'm done talking to you." Interrupting the Red-haired Director once more, the man's enthusiasm waned as he continued, "You were trying to get information out of me, asking about my intentions. Well, I'll tell you.
In the Eastern Carleva Kingdom, destroyed by the Thirteen Ant Nests, everyone has been infused with my blood, becoming a part of me and the Crimson Series. I plan to use this connection to bring them all back!"
"What?!"
The middle-aged man's words stunned the Red-haired Director, causing her pupils to contract sharply. The cup in her hand shattered with a loud crash, sending shards of glass flying in all directions, eliciting a chorus of alarmed screams.
"I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!"
After hastily calming the surrounding customers and promising to waive the charges and provide compensation, the waiter who had served the drinks rushed over, his eyes filled with panic.
"Guest, are you hurt? Your hand... Our cups are of good quality; they shouldn't shatter like that, not even with a hammer... Your hand..."
"I'm fine."
"How can you be fine? That was such a loud crash..."
"I'm really okay!" The Red-haired Director, her face slightly pale, lifted her head to glance at the waiter. As their eyes met, the waiter's anxious expression vanished, and his worried gaze steadied.
A fleeting look of confusion crossed his face, and he shuddered slightly. Then, unconsciously, a professional smile spread across his face, revealing eight white teeth as he spoke, "Welcome. May I ask who you are... Hmm? Why are there so many empty bottles here?"
"I drank them. You can go now, I'll call for you later."
After brushing off the confused waiter with a few words, the Red-haired Director fixed her gaze on the middle-aged man across the table, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You mean... you can bring back all the citizens of the Eastern Carleva Kingdom... all of them?"
(End of Chapter)
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