Star of Civilization

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Nova wants to understand one thing, if people do not have unity of thought, then in this world where greed, blood gorilla, selfishness, chaos, and collapse are infinitely magnified, brutal forces like the Black Tower Gang will emerge endlessly, endlessly.

As a person in the pre-civilization era, the huge gap made Nova feel uncomfortable.

She can see the essence of reality better than anyone in the world. Those gangs are constantly in conflict, but what if one side wins? Chaotic killings don't go away, one gang will always be replaced by another, there will always be a harder fist to destroy the victor, life goes on and on. So all the changes come to naught, and everything returns to the original point.

So what if these winning gangs of thugs get together?

Just like the warlord separatism in the old days, the existence of villain gangs only protects the interests of a small number of people. One is strong and the other is weak, which hinders the development of production and cannot solve the pressure of survival.

Gangs will not protect the interests of ordinary people, let alone create a new world, but will fight worse and continue to kill. No matter how powerful and invincible the gang is, after all, they are brothers on the surface, but they are still a gang of mobs in their hearts.

How to survive is a real problem facing everyone.

The world order disrupted by violence has made it impossible for people to restore the glory of the past era. So, do I become a victim of violent rulers, follow behind these people, or lead them to open up a new situation?

Will human civilization be cut off from now on?

Certainly not!

In another ten, twenty, fifty, or one hundred years...humanity will definitely rise from the ruins of chaos and regain order and glory.

So, why not accelerate this change?

It only takes one powerful person to unify others to do this. Nova has great ambitions, and she vaguely feels that this person is herself.

Nova felt sad, and quickly left that area in the night, planning to look elsewhere.

Maybe in other places, she can find a group of like-minded people who have the same idea as herself, and jointly create a world that belongs to her imagination.

A few days later, Nova crossed the western wilderness, all the way east, and entered another larger area.

She has traveled the entire continent for many years, and has been to many places, including deserts, mountains, deep forests, grasslands, and oceans. From one ruin to another, from one settlement to another, some of them are large and some are small, and the number of people is several hundred at most. But she will never stay in one place for too long, because everything she sees and hears is the same.

Chaos, filth, discrimination and despair, all kinds of forces emerge in endlessly, murderous thugs abound, and the difference between people is even greater than that between people and dogs.

She saw with her own eyes that this deformed world is forcing people to take a brutal path, turning upright and kind people into villains who do all kinds of evil. The living, like the walking dead and livestock, are kept in invisible pens.

The lack of food caused disaster after disaster, and diseases and epidemics spread happily.

Many diseases, together with long-term hunger, erode human bodies and distort their spirits. Not counting refreshing the lower limit of human morality, shocking things happen almost every day, such as:

People walking on the street suddenly fell to the ground and died. No one has the confidence that they will see the sun tomorrow.

Fainted hungry men dug the corpses from the graves, whether they were friends or relatives; prisoners and captives were snatched from the gallows and cooked on the spot; starving parents killed, Eat children, otherwise they will soon be eaten by others;

Nova has personally experienced that without instigation from others, the refugees she helped would stab her severely in the back;

The conscientious workshop owner will cooperate with gangsters to capture those who can't pay at will and force them to work day and night to redeem themselves;

Caravans were attacked by savage refugees, and the tolls were demanded by villains in villages and towns. If they were not paid, they would set up roadblocks, set fire to kill people, and rob goods;

Even street carters and coolies became cruel and cunning, talking behind their backs about **** their enemies. It was as if everyone was struggling to survive in the mud, killing each other, and their behavior was more brutal than cruel beasts.

Is this normal?

Nova felt a little numb. After countless days of wandering, she realized that there are rules in this world, and the rules are chaos and killing.

She felt more and more hopeless, her head was clouded, and she could not think of a solution.

Once, a gang was in awe of her strength and invited her to join them to fight against other gangs and grab territory together, but Nova flatly refused. Because she feels that gangs have always been inhumane in terms of inhumanity, and the ideas and methods of the thugs are worthless in her eyes.

She knows well that if things go on like this, she will become like those people, collude with others, and live in the way she hates the most.

It's like a doctor telling a critically ill patient that the cure for their illness is health. This statement has comic effect, and can even be said to have aesthetic value, but it certainly has no scientific value.

ten years…

Twenty years have passed.

Nova has traveled to many places on the earth, trying to find someone who can create the future for her and a universal truth, but she is repeatedly disappointed. She was dressed like a vagrant, with blood-stained sackcloth covering her head, covering her hair, wearing rough fur, and a tattered cloak on her back, wandering in a gathering place of individuals.

Seeing how human beings can let themselves down has loosened some of her ingrained beliefs.

One day, Central Continent.

In a large town with a population of tens of thousands, Nova saw a group of barefooted slaves~www.wuxiaspot.com~faces covered in ashes, and chained slaves walking from the street.

The slaves had sad faces, disheveled hair, and tears. And behind them, there are some villains in leather armor, wielding leather whips and big sticks, beating them from time to time, as if driving animals. There was a lot of voices on both sides, everyone shouted excitedly, and many people consciously followed the team and passed through the street.

After questioning, Nova found out that these slaves were all captives. Because one of the gangs won the battle, they captured the other party's people.

This kind of thing is common in settlements, and it is not uncommon, but what Nova cares about is not this, but in the chaos, people seem to have some kind of tacit understanding, like the congregation in the middle ages.

Touching the scene, Nova had an epiphany like lightning: the whip in her eyes turned into bells and sacred objects, the villains became missionaries, and the people who followed the slave team became devout believers.

Isn't this an ancient order?

Why are those ordinary people willing to follow the team?

Why can the thugs become beasts, but no matter how devastated she is, she can't be a beast?