Sunday without God (May 17th)
People who enjoy crushing others "whip" data-generated "lower-class people" in the holographic world they create, and the data injected into their brains makes them mistakenly believe that they are whipping real people.
Those who like to be lazy and enjoy themselves can go out and have fun every day, or simply lie in bed and play on their phones.
Humanity has enjoyed an unprecedentedly happy life, at the cost of losing its subjective initiative and self-will as the master of all things.
They become incredibly happy and carefree, like pets carefully cared for by their owners. When they get sick or old, there's technology to replace their bodies; when they're unhappy, electrodes are used to stimulate their nerves.
Everyone was immersed in the endless pleasure that Yufar provided.
Yufar also changed back into the suit of a fallen angel, gazing upon the humanity he deeply loved forever.
Lin Xue's gaze fell on the profile picture of the person who posted the ad.
Tears, being an anonymous forum, offers a wide selection of profile picture cards. To accommodate those who have difficulty making choices, the system automatically selects a card as their profile picture each time the page is refreshed.
The card you've randomly drawn is a Fallen Angel card.
According to the myth of "The Word of God," specifically the story of "The Fallen Angels," the world is filled with suffering, and the lives of the lowest classes are extremely difficult. Yet God stands idly by.
An angel was deeply dissatisfied with God's indifference. Since God wouldn't save people, he descended to earth to do so.
A strange disease spread through the village, and angels, risking infection, entered the village to heal the people.
The villagers, however, said that the strange disease was brought by an outsider called an angel.
So while the angel was sleeping in their house, they killed him. For they had heard that drinking the blood of a physician's heart and liver could cure all diseases.
The angel, with a dark expression, returned to Heaven.
God laughed: See? This is the humanity you love.
The card has two sides and is rotating repeatedly.
The front was white, and the ground was covered with white, blood-stained feathers. Around it knelt humans like wild dogs, greedily licking the blood off their hands.
The reverse side is black, with an angel holding chains around the necks of humans crawling on the ground like cats and dogs, and wearing a satisfied smile.
Because of the recent online argument between the new and old special admission students, new posts on the forum have stagnated, with only the freshman admission guide post still being bumped up from time to time.
No aristocrats would post in the freshman section; they disdain mingling with special admissions students and engaging in foolish newcomer reporting. The main battleground for these proud aristocrats is offline.
While the specially admitted students were still excitedly typing away behind the screen, the newly enrolled nobles were already at the banquet, clinking glasses and getting to know people from other powerful families.
St. Les Aquinas's freshman service department is incredibly fast. The moment Lin Xue received her acceptance letter, her phone was already linked to a freshman group.
The group name, "[2025 Freshman Xiaopacai]", is clearly the work of the group owner.
The group chat was buzzing with activity, quickly reaching 99+ messages. Messages flooded the screen, filled with casual chatter, self-introductions, and requests to be recognized.
Like a large group of other new students who were pulled in, he became just another name among the new members in the group chat, eventually being pushed down.
Lin Xue checked the group members and found several upperclassmen, probably brought in by the group admin as mascots. Judging from the color codes on their names, none of them were from high-ranking families. They were all specially admitted students—brown—and ordinary wealthy children without titles—orange.
Several new students in the group were greeting everyone and trying to get acquainted. Before long, several of them had become familiar with each other and started chatting in the group.
Students who get into St. Les ...
Before long, the discussion in the group had shifted from urging people to post photos to discussing a mathematical problem that even mathematicians haven't been able to solve yet.
Two freshmen argued heatedly about which solution to use to solve the problem. Neither would give in, so they tagged the group admin to help them decide.
The incompetent group admin didn't know how either, so in order to show his fairness and impartiality, he simply banned both new students from speaking.
Upon seeing the group admin appear, someone in the group immediately contacted him, "Group admin, group admin, why are there no nobles in our academy's freshman group?"
The group admin replied instantly:
"Are nobles people someone you can meet? They have their own new generation!"
"Once you're in school, just focus on your studies. Don't look at things you shouldn't look at, and don't ask questions you shouldn't ask!"
"You should keep your head down and pray that the nobles don't find you!"
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm not worried. Anyway, I'm ugly." The freshman who asked the question reassured himself.
"You think it's okay to be ugly? You're too naive."
"In St. Leah, you can't stand out too much, or you'll become a target of everyone's anger. Nor can you be like a piece of trash, useless to the nobles. Otherwise, if you get bullied, you'll really have nowhere to turn for help." The group leader in charge of the freshmen group is Su Mingke, a second-year student who loves to seek attention and throws all sorts of ostentatious parties.
As one of the few international students on campus, he was fed up with being excluded from the local community and feeling unable to fit in. He loved being noticed and hated being ignored. So he spent a lot of time surfing the internet and answering other people's questions.
Although he likes to show off, he's not a bad person. Being the group admin for the freshmen is entirely voluntary; of course, there's also the factor of wanting to get closer to the innocent freshmen who have just entered the school, and to enjoy hearing them praise him.
"Didn't they say that Saint Ria has started to crack down on bullying, and that the council will take action if bullying is discovered?" the freshman asked excitedly.
Su Mingke scoffed dismissively, "The school is so big, with so many people. The rules of the council are set like this. If you really try to manage everyone, how can you possibly manage them all?"
"Do you think nobles wouldn't avoid the cameras?"
The new student stammered, "But, someone will inevitably see it..."
“What idiot would come forward to testify?” Su Mingke sneered twice. “Why don’t you gather evidence and report it to the council? As long as you can guarantee that you won’t be retaliated against by the nobles afterward and that you can graduate unscathed.”
"If you offend a nobleman, they have a hundred ways to get back at you without violating school rules or the law."
"I guarantee you'll suffer in silence, unable to express your bitterness."
"I advise you not to pin your hopes on the council. In St. Leah, everyone has to protect themselves."
"If you have the ability and can accept being beaten and scolded by nobles, then find a minor noble to be your follower. At least when others try to mess with you, they will be more wary."
"If you can't serve people, just be invisible most of the time. Don't let anyone notice you. If you're lucky and don't offend anyone, you can graduate. Even if you offend someone and get messed with, just tough it out and it'll pass. You're not really going to drop out of school, are you?"
"I think someone like you, who makes people angry just by talking, should stay away from the nobility. Don't even mention others bullying you; if you become someone's follower, the nobles will slap you in the face first."
The freshman clicked his tongue, seemingly quite frightened by those words.
"However, I still want to see the nobles." The person who asked the question seemed to have a grudge against the nobles. "Group owner, do you have a group chat for nobles? I'd like to join."
The group admin, Su Mingke, was getting a little annoyed by the question: "...Won't we see each other soon after summer camp?"
"Can't you understand human language?"
"I've already spoken so badly of the nobles, and you still want to see them?"
"What exactly do you want from the nobleman?"
"Let me make this clear beforehand: when nobles see someone as ugly as you, they'll run up Mount Kongtong in the dead of night! Even if they take in followers, they'll choose someone more pleasing to the eye, at least someone who isn't an eyesore."
A burst of cheerful laughter immediately erupted in the group chat.
The freshman persisted, saying, "But I still want to join."
"I think you're completely unreasonable, aren't you?"
"Give me your name in a private message, and I'll come to summer camp to have a chat with you about life!" Su Mingke hated people who were always nagging and had many hidden agendas, and his tone unconsciously became ruthless.
He'd seen plenty of people like this. Smooth-talking, shameless, they thought that by sacrificing their self-respect and acting as lackeys for the nobility, they could gain their favor.
Actually, I was just being played, so I spat on it, stomped on it, and threw it away.
The freshman who was a fan of aristocracy immediately backed down: "No need, senior. Our summer camp conditions are too tough. You should rest and watch the live broadcast from the outside. It's too tiring for you to come with us!"
"It's not hard work, we were going anyway. Don't feel sorry for that bastard." Winsley, one of the administrators and another senior high school student whose profile picture was grayed out just now, suddenly spoke up.
As soon as he spoke, the group fell silent. Even the freshmen had already heard that Winsley was a distant cousin of the F3 family, one of the four great families. Although he no longer had much to do with the F3 family and was just an ordinary rich kid without a title, his status in the academy was still not to be underestimated.
Many people wanted to use him to climb the ranks to F3, while others worried that their attempts to flatter him would backfire and offend someone. Everyone was silently assessing the situation, and no one dared to interrupt his conversation with Su Mingke.
"Mosquito Silk, are you coming too?"
Winsley replied, "Yes. My dear friend, don't call me Mosquito."
"Bring me a few cups of milk tea and mosquito repellent." Su Mingke ordered people around without any politeness, chatting privately with Winsley in the group as if no one else existed.
"When did you start drinking this stuff?" Winsley asked, puzzled. Su Mingke looked down on all beverages except alcohol, saying that those drinks didn't reflect his taste as a man.
Su Mingke sent a cute, winking bubbly bear emoji. Winsley understood; this guy was trying to take advantage of the tough conditions of military training to woo the freshmen girls.
"How many drinks do you want?" Winsley asked.
Su Mingke did the math: "About twenty cups."
Another twenty female freshmen are going to be in trouble. Winsley decided that when he goes to pick up the new students in a few days, he'll give them a safety lesson beforehand, teaching them to beware of fire, theft, and upperclassmen. I'm not even single myself, bro, and you want to be single? No way.
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