Under One Person: The Millennium Plan Exposed by Feng Baobao.

Chapter 335 The Alien Spaceship Deliberately Guided to Crash
Should we strip them of their slave status?
Everyone couldn't help but start to consider the possibility of this.

What kind of event would it take for this nobleman to be so grateful to the owner of the notebook?
A hint of curiosity flashed in Xiao Zizai's eyes.

"If that's the case, then the owner of this notebook might have used that magical artifact."

A magic weapon?
The temporary workers also thought of that magic weapon.

Clouds and smoke rise from ten thousand miles away.

seem.

Only this magical artifact that can alter perceptions can successfully complete this plan.

at this time.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Zhang Chulan understood what they were thinking.

Then he spoke:
"Actually, I think the owner of this notebook might not do that, after all, life is already very boring for someone of his level."

"They simply won't continue doing that."

"Otherwise, it would be really boring."

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look at Zhang Chulan.

I don't know what he was trying to say.

Wang Zhenqiu's eyes lit up at that moment, clearly indicating that he knew what Zhang Chulan was trying to express.

"Chu Lan, do you mean to say that the owner of this notebook wants to play a role-playing game?"

Zhang Chulan nodded.

"Yes, that's right, that's exactly it."

"A grand role-playing game."

"It's like playing a game."

"I don't know if you've ever played role-playing games, but I once played a pretty good large-scale open-world game, which can be considered the ancestor of open-world games."

"It's called The Elder Scrolls. You can freely play any role or any profession within it."

"If I want a better gaming experience, I will never use any cheats or hacks. Also, in order to immerse myself in the game world, I will verify the identity of the game character I am controlling before the game starts."

"Sometimes he is a wandering bard, sometimes a carefree swordsman who loves to drink, sometimes a knight-errant who travels far and wide, and sometimes a priest who heals the sick and saves lives."

"I will strictly adhere to the character's established settings when making any choices along the way."

"So in the end, you often have a very good gaming experience."

After hearing what Zhang Chulan said.

Everyone understood what he was trying to say.

The clarinet then said;

"You mean the owner of this notebook wasn't just planning and strategizing, but also completely immersed in the game?"

"In this game, his starting position was that of a slave."

Zhang Chulan nodded immediately.

"Yes, that's what I meant."

"He wants to use this slave identity to rise to the very top of this world."

"If I could accomplish that, I don't think anything could compare to it."

"It's really scary."

Clarinet shook his head.

"Sometimes I wonder if the mind of this notebook owner is still human."

"After all, if a person lives too long, who knows what they will become in the end."

"After all, I've experienced too many things and they're too complicated."

Hear this.

Zhang Chulan immediately spoke.

"Actually, this is nothing."

"After all, if each of us were to gain an immortal lifespan, many strange and wonderful ideas would emerge."

"Didn't Schopenhauer say that?"

"Humans are a bundle of desires. If they are not satisfied, they suffer, but if they are satisfied, they fall into extreme boredom."

The clarinet nodded.

"Correct."

"Therefore, cultivating one's mind is of utmost importance."

"I wonder what this notebook owner will do next."

After finishing speaking, Hei Guan looked at Feng Baobao who was standing to the side.

Everyone else was also filled with anticipation.

Seeing this, Feng Baobao obediently continued reading the notes in her hands.

The opportunity will come soon.

The farm was robbed, during which the farmer was killed, and his daughter and the young nobleman were also in grave danger.

To ensure the plan's success.

I waited until the two were on the verge of despair before making my move, killing all the bandits who had taken over the farm in the middle of the night.

[After killing them, he also incidentally rescued the farmer's daughter and the young nobleman.]

[By this time, the other white and black slaves had already taken advantage of the chaos to escape. The young nobleman was curious and asked me why I didn't escape, because this could be considered my only chance.]

Upon hearing the young nobleman's question, I replied directly that in this situation, all I could do was rescue the victims of illegal acts; I hadn't considered anything else.

The young nobleman was quite satisfied with my answer, as it embodied aristocratic spirit. He praised me as a born nobleman, saying that being a slave was a waste of my life. He decided to petition his father in the capital to free me from slavery and allow me to become a legal citizen of the empire.

Having acquired a status grants one many privileges that slaves never possess, the most important of which is the protection afforded by imperial law.

Slaves have no human rights and are not protected by imperial law at all.

Simply put, people from other social classes could do whatever they wanted to slaves.

However, slaves generally have owners. If a slave is killed or abused, the perpetrator only needs to pay the other party a certain amount of money.

If I become a legal citizen of the empire, then I will also have the right to buy and sell slaves.

As for how to distinguish between imperial citizens and slaves, one only needs to look at their foreheads.

[A special, permanent potion is applied to the foreheads of slaves; to remove it, a specially prepared potion is required.]

[Of course, I was treated with this medicine; the surface work still had to be done properly.]

The farmer had already died, and his daughter had three older brothers, so she couldn't inherit the farm. She only received some monetary compensation and was sent back to the capital to continue her studies. Unless she married this noble young man, she probably wouldn't be able to return for the rest of her life.

Soon, I followed the farmer's daughter and the young nobleman to the imperial capital, and during that time I learned their names.

The farmer's daughter was named Lilith, and the nobleman's youth was named Anda.

Upon arriving in the capital, Anda immediately took me to the Registrar's Office, where he removed my slave status and secured me a suitable imperial identity.

This suitable imperial identity laid an extremely solid foundation for my subsequent plans.

However, this is the first time in over fifty years that I have been freed from slavery. Many people in the capital are very curious about me and want to know what I did to become an imperial citizen.

[You should know that the last time a slave became an imperial citizen, it was that same slave who saved the Führer's daughter's dog.]

Such opportunities are, of course, rare and hard to come by.

So everyone is very curious about me.

[Of course, I wouldn't miss this opportunity. I then used the money my nobleman father had rewarded me with to rent a small tavern.] [In the tavern, I became a storyteller, telling these imperial people stories I knew from childhood, free of charge.]

For example, Journey to the West, Water Margin, Dream of the Red Chamber, and Jin Ping Mei.

The novel story quickly attracted a large audience; these Imperials were completely immersed in the tale I was telling.

Of course, my story isn't free; some of the ideas I want to convey are subtly influencing people.

Hear this.

Xiao Zizai chuckled softly.

"Using literature to convey moral principles is correct."

"Stories are created to influence others."

"I wonder what tricks this notebook owner will play next."

"It is extremely difficult to change such a vast unified empire without using extraordinary power."

Wang Zhenqiu shook his head at this moment.

"Can anything be harder than starting with just one bowl?"

"Wasn't the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty also a beggar?"

Hear this.

Xiao Zizai laughed heartily.

You're talking about Zhu Yuanzhang, aren't you?

"Indeed, the difficulties he experienced were the most difficult."

"All right."

"Let's hear what the baby has to say next."

at this time.

Feng Baobao, who was standing to the side, continued reading her notes.

……

Soon, my deeds successfully caught the attention of the Imperial Head of State. Such people are never short of sycophants, and I was quickly summoned to the palace, where I publicly spoke of them at a noble's banquet.

So I started by telling the story of how Ximen Qing took a liking to Pan Jinlian, and stopped when I got to the part about her wanting to poison Wu Dalang.

The nobles were extremely anxious.

Even the head of state is unable to extricate himself.

Unfortunately, there's just too little entertainment available these days; there are simply no stories worth praising.

[Nowadays, when faced with this kind of overwhelming attack from a classic work, it's safe to say we're completely defenseless. Simply put, if you only stack physical defense in a game and not magic resistance, even a small fireball can kill you.]

[For the sake of my future plans, no matter who tries to persuade me, I refuse to continue the story.]

As the saying goes, there's nothing better than getting close to the center of power if you want to seize it quickly.

In order to hear the rest of my story, these nobles frequently visited my tavern.

Even the head of state would come over for a visit from time to time.

Finally, at the next court gathering, I told the rest of the story.

While these nobles were thoroughly enjoying themselves, I left another clue: the young master had taken a liking to Lin Chong's wife.

I'll stop here.

The Western Continent Empire today is similar to that of later generations; if you haven't broken the law, even the head of the empire can't force me to tell the rest of the story.

After this cycle repeated several times, the Imperial Head of State finally couldn't resist and decided to keep me in the palace to tell them stories.

Because my stories are so numerous and varied, ranging from One Thousand and One Nights to the Three Flavors Study.

This made the imperial head of state, who had never experienced anything like this before, unable to resist.

[Like a novice reader who's just started reading a light novel online, they can devour any book without even eating or sleeping.]

Through subtle influence, I successfully acquired noble status and the position of court official.

That's one way to put it.

Although I manage relatively few matters, my current power is absolutely second only to the emperor.

Everyone was somewhat surprised upon hearing this.

How long has it been?

So he became a palace steward?

His power was so immense that he was second only to the emperor in the entire empire.

Clarinet shook his head.

"This is truly unimaginable."

"It's reached this level so quickly."

"But isn't this Palace Affairs Officer the same as the Chief Eunuch in ancient times?"

Hearing the clarinet say that.

Zhang Chulan, standing to the side, said;
"In order to better understand the notes of this person, I recently did some research on history and discovered that it was only during the Ming Dynasty that the chief eunuch was truly second only to the emperor."

"Even the Empress wouldn't dare to provoke her."

"Because he has the emperor backing him up, his every word and action represents the emperor."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

It seems.

Wherever there are humans, there will be similar organizations.

They are a special kind of existence that parasitizes the center of power.

at this time.

Feng Baobao also continued reading.

From a slave to the head of the palace's household affairs, all within just two years, my story appears legendary to outsiders.

[And I also took this opportunity to publish a book.]

The title is simply "The Slave's Counterattack."

[I've included many anecdotes from later self-help books, and even some brainwashing techniques.]

My book became an instant bestseller, selling out at one point.

The publisher asked me if I wanted to continue printing it, but I told them to stop. Finally, I even had word spread that my book was going to be banned.

Upon hearing the news, everyone who had bought the book felt relieved, thankful they had managed to purchase it in advance.

[At the same time, because I only published 10,000 copies, the book, which initially sold for 1 gold coin, was being sold for 200 gold coins on the black market, making it as expensive as buying a slave.]

However, this is exactly the phenomenon I wanted.

Because the more an idea is censored, the more it arouses people's curiosity.

A year later, I contacted the Great Clock and had it guide a spaceship to crash on the western continent.

After all, how can we achieve a technological explosion without the involvement of extraterrestrial civilizations?

The civilization aboard this spaceship wasn't particularly advanced; they had only just left their own star system, and these astronauts were all on their first interstellar journey.

Now, let's see if these imperialists can figure anything out!

(End of this chapter)