Chapter 322 Unexpected Change

Consider what qualities humans should possess to be worthy of the power and resources they wield?

The answer is, absolutely not.

This result applies regardless of whether the universe contains forbidden objects or other anomalous forms of life.

But behind their operation, the essential supporting bridge is the countless ordinary and unremarkable people.

In other words, it is the grassroots force that the powerful and wealthy take for granted.

If one day they lose this thing that is usually completely ignored, then no matter how advanced the level of civilization, the society will collapse instantly; it can even be said that... without it, humanity will not be able to pass on the campfire of exploration.

Because this society, this world, and even this entire universe, all need a large number of people to play the role of the lower class, just as people need to eat and drink to live.

History books won't show you the hardships of those mediocre people's lives or the price they paid for their demise. All you can see is the death toll—and then you might exclaim, "Damn, that's an amazing record"—but what else is there to say?

If we must say that "there is anything truly worth existing"—it is the development and continuation of civilization, which relies on these cold and useless death statistics.

Stanford is an intermediary who is mediocre but has not yet fully entered the elite class.

In the years before he met Eoubs, the people he knew were all daydreamers who, no matter how miserable their lives were, thought they were extraordinary and that one day they would turn their lives around. They naturally wouldn't take any real action, but they were incredibly good at talking.

But Stanford is an exception.

He was the kind of genius who, in such an environment, could still improve himself through his own efforts and enter the middle and upper classes through his personal abilities. If the era had been moved forward a few hundred years, this guy might have even started a "social purge".

But when it comes to purges, this concept is ultimately a rule of alternation; in essence, its emergence is part of countless cycles.

Because no matter how many useless people are eliminated in this process of purification, the end point of human society is still reincarnation—the world that seems to have been sanctified is just an appearance. In a few years or centuries, all the laws will be re-forged by those ordinary people.

Perhaps in the initial period, people who accept the new ideas will think: Damn, times have really changed. This society where all beings are equal is simply perfect. It is very different from the past. It can be said that it has become extremely good... Well, there may still be some shortcomings in the future, but those are just the negative phenomena after the cleanup. Humanity is invincible when united. No matter how big the difficulties are, they will be solved sooner or later.

That's so stupid.

That's simply not true.

You will find that everything you fear has not actually changed. This cycle of new elites replacing the old top echelons continues, only with different people playing the role of the lower-level forces.

But... if Stanford were to take over everything, things would be different.

As mentioned earlier, he is a genius in social civilization; otherwise, he would not have been able to take charge of the South African region in such a short time and keep the thugs under his command obediently.

This person's greatest strength lies in this: when faced with something that is fundamentally impossible, he will try his best to make his subordinates feel that they are close to achieving it, and that the situation is even beginning to change.

Of course, while those mediocre people are working hard, Stanford will also try to get as close to that goal as possible, and incidentally take some things that should belong to it from this damned world, whether it is power or fine wine, or women and wealth... whatever, they are ultimately just products born to fill the emptiness in people's hearts.

After all, for someone like him, keeping a clear head is something he's been taught since childhood.

This is why his post-mortem awakening was recorded by Gore as "judgment," and even Hera, an activist who had been mired in the Hill of Sunset for tens of thousands of years, could see through it at a glance.

Because Stanford saw enough, experienced enough hardship and pain...and that was enough.

But at this moment, for Hera...

Stanford, in the end, felt exhausted.

Being a middleman is really painful.

In conclusion, as you can see from my long introduction of Stanford, it's about time this guy met his end.

But don't forget.

Hera and Bell are two souls in one body, so naturally they possess the same characteristics.

Non-perfectionism.

This conceptual ability... is destined to cause the host's desired outcome to develop in a way that is not perfect but just right.

Let's go back to the moment when Stanford confronted Hera.

Just as she manipulated the properties of everything, waiting for some probabilistic event to occur...

A black shadow, moving at a speed faster than any existing human detection device could record, suddenly attacked from a distance and collided with Stanford with perfect accuracy.

That impact... even created a spatial rift out of thin air, swallowing the two of them whole, their fate unknown.

"Is this simply a result of its inherent characteristics?"

At this moment, even Hera felt a sense of helplessness. Her ability to never achieve a perfect ending was truly unbearable.

Before she could even see what the rushing black shadow was, it swept Stanford into the gap in front of her and disappeared almost simultaneously, leaving not a trace behind.

"I'm sorry, things happened so suddenly, I could only do my best."

The next second, Hamilton's voice came from the direction the shadowy figure had come from, and before he could finish speaking, it had already come closer and closer to Hera's side.

"You mean... that thing that was moving at near-light speed and whose impact could tear through spatial barriers was actually a person?"

Hera asked this question.

“Yes.” Hamilton replied calmly, “I was just about to go to the headquarters of Heaven’s Gospel to settle accounts with that guy surnamed Li, when a guy with enough strength to threaten my life fell from the sky. When that bastard saw me, he first complained about how unlucky he was, how he finally got to show off his skills but was intercepted, and then he said that he just happened to run into someone like me who could fight him for three hundred rounds, and then he started to go crazy.”

"Hmm...that's really strange." Hearing this, Hera also sorted out her thoughts. After all, she had also seen the information about Hebrew in Eoubs. If there was any surviving operative in the entire Mirror of Eternal Dreams who could pose a life threat to Hamilton, this person was definitely on the list. So she asked again, "So, where did you take him to eat?"