Uchiha, but Brahmin!

"Oh! NO!"

These black pigs looked at this scene in despair, and they finally realized that things are no longer the same as before.

"Alright, Niggas, let's start sterilizing! Come here, line up properly, don't rush!"

The staff member picked up the microphone again and began to direct.

This time, the Nigs did not run away or riot. Instead, they lined up in great despair and pain.

"Come, come, come! After you beat this, you will no longer have worldly desires!"

The staff member injected a tube of white medicine into the body of the Nig in front of him, speaking happily.

"Fuck! Damn it!"

Nig covered his hands, lowered his head, cursed in pain and despair, and then wanted to turn around and leave.

"Untouchables are untouchables. They don't know manners. It's just castration. It's not like your life is in danger. Oh, really!"

The staff member looked at the nigga, shook his head helplessly, picked up the gun casually, shot the nigga in the head, and continued working under the horrified gazes of the surrounding niggas.

Now, no one dared to say anything. After being injected, he lowered his head and left with great hatred.

After injecting castration drugs into all the Nigs, the staff left.

After a period of time, these niggas will find that their genitals begin to shrink and they can no longer secrete male or female hormones normally. Their sperm and egg cells will no longer be produced, and their uterus will lose the ability to conceive. Their brains will change, making it difficult to concentrate, their memory will decline, and their brain folds will decrease, ultimately leading to a decline in intelligence.

At the same time, some imperial citizens who had attended high school and even had access to some university textbooks began to develop a special detection machine that could detect the genes of organisms and identify them. All creatures with Nig blood would be detected, and if they were imperial citizens, their identities would be revoked and they would be sterilized.

For those castrated Nigs, because they were not injected with the divine blessing potion, these Nigs have no imperial identity. At best, they are just savages, wild animals with intelligence.

The people of the empire were kind after all. They built cities specifically for raising these niggas and sent them some leftovers to eat every day.

……

"What empire? My assets, my money! I lost everything! Will I never be able to exploit those poor people again?"

"No, no, I can't. Seeing those poor people being able to eat their fill every day, living without doing anything, and living well, I don't like this kind of world without the gap between the rich and the poor. I really don't like it! I must change this disgusting world! I am God's chosen one! What empire, what Brahmins! Haha! I can definitely change this world!!! Let everyone become slaves of capital! And that human production machine, this is a good way to produce population, but those produced people can survive in this world without any cost! This is too unfair!"

In a house, Joseph, a former capitalist, stood at the window, looking at the human production machine running in the distance, pounding the windowsill. He looked at those imperial citizens who walked out of the human production machine happily without any confusion, and under the guidance of their seniors, happily integrated into the empire and enjoyed a better life in the future.

He felt uncomfortable. You know, he was now a member of this empire. Seeing these things being produced at no cost made him feel extremely uncomfortable. This was a losing business!

If it were him, he would arrange fertility loans for these people before they were born, and let them work to repay the loans and create value for him. If they could not repay the loans, they would sell their organs and be used as experimental subjects.

How is it possible to allow them to live in this world without any burden and do whatever they want unconditionally!
This is such a loss!
“I want…” Boom boom boom!!!
Just as he was planning his future and thinking of ways to overthrow the rule of the empire, there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Joseph, please open the door, we need you to make soap!"

Outside the door, several staff members had just walked out of the human production device not long ago. One of them even just walked out not long ago, and walked out under Joseph's gaze.

Joseph was stunned, a little confused, but he still went to open the door.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

Joseph looked at the staff at the door and asked.

"Well, Mr. Joseph, according to the system test, you were a Jew before joining the Empire, right?"

A staff member asked awkwardly and shyly.

"Oh, yes! I'm Jewish!"

Joseph said with great pride that the Jews have been a proud and great nation since ancient times! Sooner or later, they will bring the whole world into their Jewish order.

"Oh, okay, Mr. Joseph, please come with us, the soap factory has been built, and we are going to take you there now and make you into soap!"

The staff member nodded, then looked at Joseph and spoke in a natural and lukewarm tone. His tone was calm and natural, as if he was not going to kill someone and make soap, but instead calling him to have a meal.

To the point that Joseph thought he had heard it wrong.

"What did you say? What are you going to do?"

Joseph subconsciously took a step back and looked at these people in disbelief. He could understand every word, but why did they sound so unfamiliar when combined together?
"Mr. Joseph, come on, don't dawdle, let's go!"

At the side, a staff member walked up and grabbed Joseph's hand. The powerful force made Joseph unable to resist at all, and he was dragged out of the room.

"What are you doing? Are there still laws? Who gave you the right to arrest me? I didn't break any law, why are you arresting me? Help! Help!!!"

Joseph immediately struggled and began to wail loudly.

"Stop, Mr. Joseph. No one will come to save you. You can't go anywhere. As a Jew, you are destined to become soap!"

The staff member just now looked at Joseph who was struggling and twisting, said something shyly, and then punched Joseph in the stomach. Joseph immediately stopped and stopped struggling.

"Sure enough, the teacher is right, violence is still useful!"

The staff member looked at Joseph who was silent and nodded. (End of this chapter)