If you are truly just an ordinary eighth-rank official, then you can only, as that seventh-rank official said, numbly conform to the great trend of the times, drifting like a willow catkin in the wind, at most just not personally peeling the skin off those people.
[If you are a fifth-rank official, a normal fifth-rank official, all you can do is try your best to quell the rebellion of the Mossy Cult.]
[But you are over eight thousand times stronger than the original essence, capable of summoning mechs when necessary, and able to unleash the power of the Six Realms.]
There are things you haven't seen, so there's no need to rush to do them; otherwise, you'll live a tiring life.
"But now that I've seen it, there's no reason not to act," you murmured.
Hearing your words, the seventh-rank officer glanced at the badge on your chest that symbolized your eighth-rank status and immediately snapped, "Sit down now! You're here to deal with..."
Before you could finish speaking, you smashed through the train carriage and soared into the sky!
[This momentum even surpasses that of a peak seventh-rank official, who is only one ritual away from advancing to the sixth rank!]
The officer was dumbfounded.
You fly above the city of Yansu, hovering in mid-air, unleashing countless magical spells.
[You healed all those who had been skinned alive, and threw some, like garbage, with their nerves exposed, into the mass grave. You even kept those barely clinging to life.]
"Who dares to be so insolent here?!" An old man took to the air, emanating the powerful aura of the "Path of the Overlord," allowing those traveling with him to discern his cultivation level.
[Fourth Grade Realm!]
[This is, after all, a frontline city in the campaign against the Mossy Cult, so it's reasonable for a newly-established fourth-rank expert to be stationed here.]
The old man was taken aback when he sensed your aura. He had assumed the troublemaker was a high-ranking member of the "Path of Fortune" sect, but instead it turned out to be a summoner from the "Path of the River Lord."
He hesitated for two reasons: one, you should be on his side; and two, although you appear to be a fifth-rank official, your influence and power are more like that of a fourth-rank, or even a third-rank!
"What do you mean by this?" the old man asked, his tone softening slightly.
"I'm just curious, how come there are tens of millions of people in the Great Min Kingdom who can't even get enough to eat and have been forced into the Mossy Transformation Cult..."
After a few words, you learn from the old man that they did all of this themselves.
[In ordinary times, one might think of those who summon gods and royalty as roots, officials and nobles as branches, and ordinary people as fallen leaves; once a batch falls, new leaves will grow back the following year.]
The boy thought it was a magnetic field world.
[It wasn't until the emergence of the Moss Cult that year, which seized the opportunity to rise to power, that they became alarmed.]
The Moss Cult told them: Ordinary people can also exert power.
[The Great Min Dynasty: Alright, then I'll whip them until they dare not exert themselves.]
[The Moss Cult is not a good thing either; it is indeed a cult.]
[They're implanting moss into the people; this isn't a benevolent act of charity, but a ritual. These people will later become bait, bait to help the leader advance from third to second rank!]
The Great Min Dynasty has been spreading this message, warning its people not to follow the Xianhua sect, as they too will eventually die.
[Common people: Compared to starving to death in two or three days, I still think it's better to die basking in the warm sunshine for a few months.]
Yun Shou: "..."
It's truly an era where a bunch of idiots compete to see who's the worst.
The people of Da Min are truly the kind of people who "choose the less unpalatable one from two piles of excrement and swallow it."
Because they were too weak, they had no choice!
"But it's okay, you'll have a choice soon."
"Because Twelve is about to make a move, your strong one is coming."
"The Emperor, to whom you shall serve for eternity, is about to appear."
Faced with this situation, where neither side is acting humanely...
Even if you wipe out one side, you can't change the situation; if you eliminate both sides, things will be worse.
"Then I'll have to do it."
"Your thoughts have wandered far away, as if you've forgotten the old man loyal to the dynasty is right beside you," you murmured.
"Let me be your king!"
Yun Shou: "What did I just say?"
[Old man: Well, lad, so you're also a member of the Fandong faction!]
He launched a surprise attack in an instant. The summoners on the River Lord's Path generally don't have good physical abilities; even a third-rank summoner might not be able to withstand his full-force strike.
[Sizzle!]
The old man's skin was reddish, his muscles bulged, and two more arms appeared below his arms, stretching his ordinary clothes into a tight-fitting suit. His four massive arms shook the earth, and the four punches he threw at you were like four cannonballs!
[The Fourth Rank of "The Road to Hegemony" - Mountain Power!]
"Oh, it's an Ambix. No wonder there are so many species."
He's currently only at the fourth rank, but if he reaches the first rank, he might even grow an even stronger pair of powerful arms!
"My apologies, this is clearly Ultramebux."
The four-armed old man was truly like an invincible war god, his blood and energy surging, his whole body burning hot as if he had just stepped out of a steamer, his vital energy bursting forth!
But when those four fists were an inch away from you, it was as if they had struck an indestructible, invisible wall. Finger bones twisted and broke, white, bony protrusions pierced the skin, and blood heavier than lead splattered down.
[You stretch out your arms, first tear off the old man's two upper arms, then tear off his two lower arms, and finally kick him to the ground.]
[I didn't kill him because, when dealing with this kind of outdated and stubborn old man, do you think it's better to let him witness what's about to happen than to just kill him and tell him, "I'll let you experience the pain of being skinned alive"?]
Let him watch his dynasty fall and a new era rise.
[...]
This is a supernatural world; don't even think about equality for all. You don't have that level of thinking, nor the means.
But improving the lives of all those at the bottom of society, ensuring that no one on earth dies of hunger or cold... that's still achievable!
"A free spirit, a wanderer who roams the world, I came, I saw, I did."
"Isn't 'reaching the ends of the earth' a bit off?"
Your attack is a complete sweep.
Although your official rank is only fifth grade, your high-level essence makes you comparable to a second-grade being.
For Da Min, the second rank is the highest level, equivalent to that of a national advisor.
The state religion of this dynasty was the "Star Tooth Religion," which followed the "Path of Star Food." Its highest-ranking leader, the sole Grand Preceptor of the Great Min Dynasty, had only been promoted to the second rank—Yinyao—twenty years ago.
[In the entire Great Min Dynasty, there is only this one person of the second rank; below him, there are fewer than ten people of the third rank, and only a few dozen of the fourth rank.]
Therefore, the third-rank leader of the Moss Transformation Sect was able to stir up such turmoil because he was indeed powerful. Unless the second-rank Grand Master who was suppressing the capital intervened, even two or three other third-rank leaders wouldn't be able to defeat him!
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