pappabearbooks Chapter 828 - 828: Mud That Can't Be Shaped Into a Wall
Chapter 828 - 828: Mud That Can't Be Shaped Into a Wall
"Freak flyer? Which lunatic came up with this?" Ren Ze looked at the handout calling for peaceful coexistence with Metahumans and equal treatment for them, and couldn't help showing open disgust on his face.Freaks are freaks, and they want peaceful coexistence and equal treatment? That's just sick in the head.
As a Patrol Officer, he knew very well that this group of Metahumans sitting at the very bottom of the discrimination ladder were the source of all unrest: petty theft, "zero-dollar shopping," even home invasions and murder—always these freaks.
He just didn't understand that the real root cause of everything was precisely that Metahumans sat at the very bottom of the discrimination chain, which left them without enough social status to land a job.
To survive, they had no choice but to become these sources of instability.
"Don't tell me some lord wants to use this bunch of freaks to hype himself up again." Ren Ze casually tore the flyer to shreds, tucked his gun at his waist, and headed toward the address printed on the leaflet.
Not for any grand reason—just to use the chance to torment these freaks and blow off some steam.
They wouldn't dare fight back anyway, and he might even be able to squeeze some grease money out of them.
Freaks weren't even protected by the law; they had no human rights at all.
Riding his motorcycle, he quickly arrived at the location on the flyer. A middle-aged man was standing on a crude platform, giving a passionate speech.
The Metahumans below listened, visibly stirred, which made Ren Ze let out a cold laugh. Then he pulled out his handgun and fired a shot with a bang.
"Everyone on the ground!"
He hadn't even finished yelling before all the Metahumans had already thrown themselves to the ground with practiced ease.
As the universally acknowledged freaks, bullied at the very bottom, if they didn't get down fast enough and got shot in the head by a Patrol Officer, that was just asking for death.
Only the middle-aged man standing on the platform remained upright, his gaze cold as he looked at him.
"I told you to get down. Didn't you hear me?" Ren Ze pointed the muzzle at him.
"I find it hard to believe someone could treat their fellow humans like this." The middle-aged man spoke this line.
Hearing that, Ren Ze couldn't help but laugh.
"Fellow humans? Who the hell is your fellow human, you freaks?" Ren Ze's expression held naked contempt. "We are descendants of the Sky God, and you lot are nothing but runaway slaves of lowly Devils. On what basis are we fellow humans?"
"Feudal superstition is not acceptable." The middle-aged man sighed. This was the most common rhetoric: artificially assigning meaning to bloodlines to elevate one's own nobility.
"Honestly, I've been serving as a bureau chief for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen someone flaunt bloodline as a badge of honor."
The middle-aged man was Changsun Shi. It was his first time realizing how thorny this world was.
Ordinary humans discriminated against Metahumans; even if this world later joined the Human Community, this mindset would never be corrected and would instead become a hidden danger within the Human Community.
And Metahumans, long trapped at the bottom, once they experienced a status reversal, would very likely end up like petty men suddenly in power—easily turning their resentment into twisted psychologies that bullied and tortured ordinary humans for catharsis.
Even if he wasn't entirely sure, looking at the Metahumans gathered around him, nine out of ten had psychological issues.
Add in this Patrol Officer's thoughts and behavior—if this world joined the Human Community, the downsides would definitely outweigh the benefits.
"The nobility of bloodline is not something a freak like you can comprehend." Ren Ze finished speaking with a vicious grin and pulled the trigger directly.
This wasn't the first Metahuman he'd executed, but it might very well be the last time he ever lifted a hand.
An invisible space locked the bullet the moment it left the barrel.
"You actually dare fight back!" Ren Ze's face showed utter disbelief; he had never imagined Changsun Shi would dare use a Superpower to resist.
In his eyes, if he wanted to kill a freak, the other side should obediently let themselves be killed, not resist with their lowly, grotesque abilities. That was outright disrespecting his status as a human.
"It seems there's not much room left for communication between us." Changsun Shi sighed, and in the next instant, Ren Ze's body rapidly shriveled and withered, finally turning into a decomposing corpse.
His Space Walker, after being implanted with a temporal attribute, had evolved into a brand-new accelerated Space Superpower. Besides the original Spatial Ability of the Space Walker, it could carve out an independent space and accelerate time within it.
At its peak, it could even reach a rate of one second to one year.
Of course, when using it on Ren Ze, he hadn't cranked it up that high—only to one second per ten days. So the other man spent just five seconds inside, but fifty days passed. With no water and no food, he died of thirst in the end.
"You… you killed a Patrol Officer!!!" One Metahuman pointed at Changsun Shi with a look of terror, his finger trembling. He hadn't expected Changsun Shi to actually dare do this.
"Rotten mud that can't be shaped into anything, hmph." Looking at this cowering crowd below, Changsun Shi also felt helpless.
He'd already put on a demonstration, yet they were still this scared. What a waste of his whole set of Superpowers.
Changsun Shi had hoped to use this chance to awaken some fire in these Metahumans, but after being at the bottom for too long and being tamed for hundreds of years, forget about kindling any fighting spirit—even basic resistance was beyond them.
Maybe there were other Metahumans out there who still had some blood left in them, but finding them would not be easy.
'Looks like I can only switch to another approach…' Changsun Shi narrowed his eyes.
He actually hadn't wanted to resort to force. Relying on force alone was never a solution. However strong your power was, could it compare to those unspeakable thoughts? When they fought the Human Community's Seventy-Two Seats, they wiped out vast numbers of worlds with a single clash.
Even the strongest Metahuman could never reach that scale; at best they could affect one world.
'Force is not the key to solving the problem, but it can remove a few obstacles within the problem.'
"You… we should go, or we'll get dragged into this." Another Metahuman stammered.
Changsun Shi dared kill a Patrol Officer; killing them would be effortless. To save their own skins, of course they had to run.
Some Metahumans even had a strange glint in their eyes, thinking: if they reported him, maybe they could get some money in return? Well, money wasn't really safe for freaks like them; one full meal would be enough.
Anyone who dared to kill a Patrol Officer would definitely draw an official manhunt.
Everyone knew that a Metahuman killing Officials was the taboo of all taboos in every nation. Killing a few corporate Cattle and Horses was fine, but Officials, merchants, and others with social status absolutely could not die—otherwise, it'd be a replay of the assassination incidents from a few hundred years ago.
Changsun Shi watched coldly as the Metahumans scattered in panic, without lifting a hand to stop them.
Whether human or Metahuman, under these social norms, their individual value was low.
One or two could not influence the value of the entire group.
So he planned to try sacrificing this timeline world, using it to corner this descended unspeakable thought.
But he still had to leave himself a way out.
Throughout the process, he couldn't show himself casually, to avoid being noticed by the other side.
"Within a month, I need to finish the setup. I have to be gone before it descends."
"And then I'll take some Ability Seeds with me. At least I won't be returning empty-handed." Changsun Shi had no intention of meeting Wang Linchi again. As for Ability Seeds, naturally, those were Metahumans still in infancy or early childhood, the ones who hadn't yet suffered much persecution.
More than that and he wouldn't be able to manage.
What? Build devices like Changsun Zhong did and have the Human Community send reinforcements in?
That would be pointless. As he was now, he leaned more toward rationality than sentiment.
Given the way this world was, even with force he couldn't make them help him build the devices—they'd only sabotage them in secret.
Letting a freak climb onto their heads and then having to take orders from him? That would be worse than death.
"Before I leave, I should at least make them suffer a bit." Changsun Shi didn't plan to let any of this world's nations off the hook; he was going to squeeze every last drop of value out of them.
If he couldn't take the people, at least he'd take the resources.
His Superpower was originally space-based anyway; opening up a large pocket dimension to store supplies wasn't much of a problem.
With resources and a batch of Ability Seeds, this trip wouldn't be for nothing.
The Origin World where the Human Community resided naturally needed resources, and in massive quantities at that.
Its sheer scale meant that daily consumption and resource intake were both huge numbers.
Many of these incoming resources came from the Executors of various projects bringing them back.
The mortality rate for Executors on the Reverse the Future Project was high, but success wasn't impossible. Some veteran Executors had even carried out over a dozen missions, with that accumulated Experience under their belt.