Chapter 1883 - 387: Father, the Time Has Come for Me to Kill You!

Chapter 1883: Chapter 387: Father, the Time Has Come for Me to Kill You!

This isn’t something that happened because there are Sublimators; it’s something that inevitably happens in human society.

It’s not my father’s fault; this is the inevitable outcome of our current social form and level of civilization.

Our productivity is insufficient, our morality does not meet the standards, and our level of thinking is still very primitive, which is why these unbearable things happen.

So, how do we change it?

After seeing through this point, the actions of my great-grandfather, great-grandfather, grandfather, and father are all very simple—they all used their own methods to transform this society; everyone made mistakes and suffered hardships, and my grandfather, who came closest, even stumbled before success.

He successfully changed the productivity problem from insufficient to too much, to the point where I began to think about how to reduce the number of deaths if all the farmers in the Empire became unemployed.

Standing at the mountain’s peak, overlooking the people below who still look like ants, I still can’t bear to see people suffer, but now every time I make a move, there is a sense of powerlessness. I can’t see the future of our world, and I can’t find the right way to transform the world.

I even discovered that my desire not to see people suffer might very well be the result of my father’s transformation of me.

I might originally have been a cold and unfeeling ’little tyrant,’ unconcerned with the life and death of mortals, wanting only to live in my own world and follow my desires, but now I am called the kindest prince.

I feel like throwing up; this world is boring and uninteresting, full of headaches, and yet I am still the prince of the largest nation in Terra, and the most terrifying thing is that I still want to vie for the throne, to grasp that greatest power, to transform this society and the world.

Even though I still haven’t thought of any method to achieve my desire, I still want to do it.

I feel like I’ve gone crazy, and the craziest is my father.

He wants to directly brainwash and transform all humans, using the simplest, most direct method to maximize the use of its power and wisdom to transform this world and human society.

[This is not wrong. I believe if all humans have a consensus, can understand each other, and accept each other, many conflicts and exploitations will disappear. When people abandon excessive selfishness and write with each other, greater benefits will inevitably be created.]

[I believe that when this brainwashed generation dies off, the new generation will usher in a harmonious and united society.]

[But...]

Amid the confusion, Michael’s Heart Light Body, a curled-up Light Bird, opened its eyes.

In those eyes, what flashed wasn’t determination and resolve but a great fear: [But really, is it just one generation?]

[Even if my father only wants to brainwash one generation and leave the Terra People a clean world, but what about me? Will I accept my father’s consensus of brainwashing? Will I initiate a second brainwashing?]

[If it’s not me who inherits the throne, will my elder brother accept father’s consensus? What about my elder sister? What about my other brothers and sisters? My offspring, their offspring?]

[There will always be someone dissatisfied with the current world, dissatisfied with the current order, dissatisfied with the current human consensus, dissatisfied with their souls not aligning with their heart’s vision—thus launching another brainwashing!]

[By brainwashing all of humanity, we’ve opened Pandora’s box of disasters—won’t other Fifth Energy Level powerhouses of other countries mimic us? Will no one use this simple and direct method of controlling all citizens?!]

[I oppose this brainwashing, precisely because I have been brainwashed by my father since childhood—if, if I were my original self, if I were that original, indifferent, unconcerned with humans, indifferent to people’s suffering ’Sunbird,’ instead of this persona marked by my father’s mental transformation, stamped and imprinted with a persona of being compassionate towards all beings, would I really... care?]

[I could have long since unlocked the mark imprinted on my soul, but I am afraid... I’m scared that the real me, the real Sunbird, is a ’madman’ who doesn’t care about any life... I even understand my father, if I were the emperor, I would also... I would also]

[Give my children the ’benevolent’ mark]

——So, is this my true self?

In the chaotic space-time entirely composed of aether, the golden divine bird trembled, and a ’?’ mark flickered on its forehead, precisely Skyrule Dragon’s doubt. This, originating from the Ancestral True Dragon’s authority, is so powerful that, combined with Michael’s strength and will, it allowed him to reach the verge of touching immortality.

But as a price, Michael questions himself.

Questions his own heart, dreams, and desires, questioning whether he is right or wrong, whether he can imprint himself completely and unrepentantly into the aether, and subsequently ascertain that this is the true, unfalse, eternal, and immortal ’self.’

Michael can achieve this—he is a true genius, undoubtedly the strongest of this generation of the Setal Imperial Family. If he were to inherit the Top Seat’s Blood, he would certainly be the first to comprehend immortality, becoming a powerhouse comparable to the leader of a great country.

However, at this final step of imprinting immortality, he became lost.

Is this self, transformed by his father, ’benevolent and full of action potential, filled with a martyr’s emotion,’ truly him, or is it that repressed all his life, never displaying any true colors, wholly complete ’Sunbird’ that is truly him.