Chapter 238: Chapter 206 You’re So Annoying Chapter 238: Chapter 206 You’re So Annoying “The Chosen Ones, huh…”
In the Video Room, Igula watched the docuntary “Gospel Book” at 8x speed and wrote down these words in his notebook, circling them heavily.
This docuntary was shot in 1680, just 8 years ago, and could practically beco an important reference for Igula’s actions in this country, after ignoring the common tendencies in such social science docuntaries to ‘cater to the audience,’ ‘boast about achievents,’ and ‘ignore costs.’
There was a lot of information in the docuntary that needed attention, such as the Millennium Company ‘Salo,’ responsible for making the Gospel Book props; the division of each city into racial autonomous zones and multi-racial mixed zones; the vigorous promotion of ‘Multi-layer City’ to deepen urbanization over the next thirty years; and the Kingdom of Gospel being entirely free of education fees—Mage college entrance was free with food and accommodation provided, and higher education institutions had increased from 89 to 135 over the last hundred years, with enrolnt numbers climbing annually…
From the proportion of Igula’s notes, it was clear how much he envied the educational environnt of the Kingdom of Gospel. He desperately wanted to question the free education as rely a gimmick, but the docuntary proved him wrong ti and ti again, forcing Igula to admit—while he struggled with student loans, occasionally working part-ti at muddy cafes and gritting his teeth to complete his college education, a whole bunch of damn bastards in this world enjoyed a carefree, rosy college life.
So even though Igula sped it up 8x, it still took him nearly half an hour to watch this docuntary—the more he watched, the more he felt his past life was just so sewer existence, so painful he couldn’t breathe, having to pause and take a breath.
He was the kind of person easily consud by jealousy, feeling nauseous and wanting to vomit at the sight of others’ happiness, so whenever he occasionally saw Ash’s optimistic, foolish smile, it felt like his eyeballs were being stabbed.
However, even in this kind of docuntary clearly intended to celebrate achievents, Igula still caught a few unusual pieces of information.
First, there were no churches in the Kingdom of Gospel.
Although everyone knew the Gospel Book was a blessing from the All-knowing Weaver, that was pretty much it—no one preached the doctrines of the All-knowing Weaver, no one built statues of it, and no one could even form an ‘All-knowing Weaver Study Group’—because all you needed to do was open the Gospel Book and ask, and you would know all the churches were unauthorized, makeshift cram schools.
Essentially, the basis of a church was ‘God selects a spokesperson to shepherd the world,’ simply put, ‘this group admin is lazy, so they picked a manager to help take care of group mbers.’ But the All-knowing Weaver wasn’t lazy at all—as long as you had points, the Gospel Book, representing the All-knowing Weaver, was available 24/7 to listen to your nonsense; how could a church match this quality of service?
In a sense, the church was a middleman making a profit on the margin, whereas the All-knowing Weaver sold directly from point to point, like factory direct sales, with no ground for churches to survive.
Second, although there were no churches, the Kingdom of Gospel… had an imperial royalty.
Back in the tis of the Kingdom of Blood Moon, Igula had heard that other countries had royal nobles; logically, he shouldn’t be surprised. Yet, given how overly flourishing and advanced the Kingdom of Gospel was, Igula struggled to understand why this country was still an absolute monarchy and not a democratic system?
Even vampires knew not to be dictators!
However, the current ruling Yisu Royal Family had lasted for seven hundred sixty years; from its inception, it had gradually concentrated power, firmly grasping legislative, judicial, and executive powers. Violent ard forces like Red Hat, responsible for maintaining order, and Bluebeard, for suppressing the Abyss, were led by the royal appointees, and all national decrees ca from the Imperial City, ‘Nabistin.’ For example, the ‘Multi-layer City Strategy’ was a new royal decree, showing they had all military and administrative control in their hands.
Logically, this type of absolute monarchy would result in a massive bureaucratic interest group, leading to the misery of the people and self-collapse leading to a change of regi—in fact, the dynasty before the Yisu Royal Family ended just like this.
But sohow, the Yisu Royal Family broke this cycle, not only sustaining for over seven hundred years but also rapidly developing the nation, thoroughly trouncing the democratic systems of the Kingdom of Blood Moon, making Igula start to doubt that perhaps monarchical dictatorship might indeed be the only path for mage nations.
Third, although each individual in the Kingdom of Gospel might have different specific goals, the ultimate goal was the sa—to top the rankings and beco a Chosen One.
The term ‘Chosen One’ almost perated the entire docuntary.
Only Chosen Ones could pioneer new technologies, only Chosen Ones could lead the era, and only Chosen Ones could achieve happiness… just like Blood Saint Moon Shadow of the Kingdom of Blood Moon, Chosen Ones were the privileged class of the Kingdom of Gospel.
But unlike the Divine Lord-supported Blood Moon lineage, Chosen Ones were nobles supported by commoners. And the threshold for Chosen Ones was quite low—you just had to rank on any leaderboard to beco a Chosen One.
Even making it into the top ten of rope skipping in your area would qualify.
But in a way, the threshold was also high—if you lacked sufficient talent, sufficient effort, you had no chance at all. Even if you did everything right, you still had to consider historical progress; if too many geniuses appeared in your era, you still couldn’t squeeze into the top ten.
Unless you worked even harder…
Igula had a thought.
He finally realized where the ‘familiar’ aspect in this docuntary was.
Although everything was good, everyone was vibrant, different races collaborated harmoniously, and society thrived, Igula did not see the ‘happy smile’ on their faces that made him jealous.
Everyone in the film, every sentence, conveyed the sa sentint—
To be the best!
To be the strongest!
To defeat other peers!
To beco the best in the industry!
Those not listed on the rankings are holding their breath and working hard, whereas those listed are also tense to maintain their lead. The whole society is like being on infinite gears, everyone spontaneously speeding up in a mad dash.
You don’t even have to fear running the wrong way, just spend so points, and the Gospel Book will show you the direction to strive for.
The social atmosphere was vastly different from that of the Kingdom of Blood Moon, but Igula felt an odd sense of familiarity.
It was like a fly discovering a pile of dung hidden inside a cake.
Very interesting, indeed very interesting.
Igula planned to watch a few more docuntaries to fully understand the Kingdom of Gospel.
He left the Video Room, planning to grab so snacks and drinks for a long study session.
Passing by the Fun Ga Room, Igula heard a dejected muttering inside. Peeking through the door gap, he saw Liss inside, with a large box of building blocks in front of her, seemingly assembling a toy.
This little drama queen is playing with blocks?
Through their interactions over the past two days, Igula naturally recognized Liss’s deceptive innocent appearance which hid her cunning nature. After all, Liss was quite similar to him as a child, using an adorable facade to gain adults’ trust while internally despising their stupidity.
Igula was certain that Liss was the sa type of person as him, and they weren’t the type to be satisfied entertaining themselves with toys.
After all, once you’ve experienced the joy of tricking others, toys just don’t seem that interesting anymore.
They don’t get angry, they don’t have warmth, and they don’t scream, what’s the fun in playing with such things?
So, what was Liss up to? Could it be that the blocks held a secret about Hanna? Or was she waiting for soone else here?
Igula hid behind the door observing, watching as Liss carefully compared the shapes of the blocks in her hands, fitting them together wherever they matched.
One minute.
Three minutes.
Ten minutes.
Fifteen minutes.
Igula couldn’t stand it anymore; he went in and pointing at the chaotically assembled blocks said, “The manual is right there, can’t you just follow the manual!? These are clearly castle blocks, yet you’ve assembled them into a dungeon!”
Liss frowned at him, remained silent, but pulled the manual toward her to read.
Igula clenched his fist, storming over with an angry face, “You impolite little brat, it seems I must teach you a lesson…”
Another fifteen minutes passed, and Ash, tired from playing virtual gas, decided to go to the kitchen to grab so drinks and snacks. Passing by the Fun Ga Room, he heard an argunt inside:
“This clearly goes here, look at the manual!”
“Do you even know how to play, I’ve never seen such a clueless kid!”
“o(≧口≦)o Why did you pick such a huge castle block set! This isn’t a job for just two people to complete!”
“o(￣ヘ￣o＃) You’re so annoying.”
Ash peeked through the door crack at the castle blocks that hadn’t even had their foundations assembled right, pondered for a mont, then walked away.
Then he brought Banjee and Harvey along.
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