Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 502 Never to rise again!

Faced with Fang Shuyue's questioning gaze, Fang Can shook his head wearily.

This debate is clearly a conceptual meme.

As long as it's a seventh-stage transformation, whether you hear, see, or even guess a part of its content, it's possible for it to lock onto you.

Although Fang Shuyue's cultivation system is different from other seventh-level martial artists, she is still a seventh-level expert.

Under these circumstances, Fang Can decided to keep the debate to himself and not reveal it even after the debate was over.

After all, the information said that after you finish one round, there are still seven other rounds of continuous debate until you completely complete the eighth round and your obsession before death can dissipate.

Looking at Fang Can's enigmatic expression, Fang Shuyue nodded thoughtfully.

Although they knew the specifics of Fang Can's ordeal, they were unwilling to reveal even the slightest detail, which shows just how deep the water was involved.

Let's put the debate aside for now; it's only three days from now anyway.

Fang Can must now focus on resolving the current issues concerning the myriad realms and the new dynasty.

Damn it, after sleeping for 20,000 years, how did the Xin Dynasty become like this?
"Are you going to reverse time and rewrite the past?" Fang Shuyue asked curiously.

In response to Fang Shuyue's words, Fang Can calmly raised his eyes and said, "What has happened cannot be changed; this is proof that is eternal."

"Justice delayed is justice denied, and I have no intention of creating an absolutely great heaven."

"Do you think I should give everyone a second chance equally?" Fang Can asked calmly, turning his head slightly.

Fang Shuyue slowly shook her head and said, "According to the common moral view, those who commit crimes have already gone astray and have no right to be educated and repented."

“No.” Fang Can slowly shook his head and said, “Most people have no choice. In a cyber martial arts world, ordinary people have to go crazy, become insane, and risk their lives.”

"It's like an ordinary person in a cannibal tribe. If they were born into a normal world and were subtly influenced by their environment, they might be a good person."

"We cannot discuss morality in isolation from our environment and personal experiences. As the saying goes, 'Don't advise others to be good if you haven't experienced their suffering.'"

Fang Can raised his eyes and said, "Those of us at the seventh level can see the changes that occur after every choice a person makes in the past and future."

"And most people, no matter how bad they are, can become good through countless environmental influences."

"And most good people, if born into a cannibal tribe, would inevitably end up eating people."

Fang Shuyue nodded thoughtfully and said, "So you mean to give all good and bad people a fair chance to correct their mistakes?"

"Of course not." Fang Can suddenly smiled: "Let's reject internal strife, okay? I just said all that to tell you that everyone has the potential to become good."

"Therefore, we should not give those people any hope of turning bad from the very beginning. This is also the idea behind my establishment of the new dynasty."

"As for those who have already gone bad, there is still hope to reform them. As for those who are bad to the core, we can only hope that they will be more careful in their next life."

Fang Can grinned maliciously, and as soon as he finished speaking, time, which had been frozen, began to flow again.

On the scene, Xing Li, who had been expressionless, regained her liveliness.

The girl, completely unaware of the time freeze, looked at Fang Can and asked, "Senior, what do you want to do after you wake up?"

"What are you doing?" Fang Can tilted his head. "Is there anything you want to accomplish?"

"Or rather, what are your dreams?"

“I…” Xingli subconsciously covered her mouth, a variety of guesses surfacing in her mind.

Seeing the other party's bewildered expression, Fang Can smiled calmly and said, "As a reward for awakening me, I can grant you one wish."

'A wish…' Xing Li's mind was filled with countless thoughts, which finally turned into a single idea.

"Oh dear, don't waste such a precious wish on having sex with me," Fang Can said first, cutting off the other person's words.

Seeing the other person's dejected expression, Fang Can rubbed his forehead in exasperation and said with a helpless smile, "Fine, come with me."

After saying that, he reached out and merged his soul with his sleeping body, controlling the sleeping body in a way similar to telekinesis.

Then, seeing Xingli's flattered expression, he gently took the girl's hand and walked outside.

The mere touch of Fang Can's palm sent a shiver through Xing Li's heart, her face flushing as she lost in thought.

Holding the girl's soft hand, Fang Can led her out of the basement and looked at the technologically advanced path in front of him, bathed in sunlight.

It's no wonder we live in a high-tech society; the streets are spotless, and you can't even see a single person from the lower class.

This is certainly not because the so-called lower class does not exist, but because those so-called lower class people simply do not deserve to live on this planet.

On this planet, everything, from the air we breathe and the rain we bathe in, to your very existence, requires payment.

Because this planet was built by many martial artists, your very existence here means you are enjoying the legacy of your predecessors.

As long as it can be observed, it can be influenced; as long as it can be influenced, it can be controlled.

Since this civilized planet, which embodies the wisdom of martial artists, is so artistic, with every blade of grass and every tree a model of beauty, then you have to pay money even to see the scenery around you.

You can see that everything on this planet is clearly priced, and what you pay for includes the cost of breathing, seeing, listening, and even impacting the surrounding environment.

As for those who cannot afford the high cost of living on this planet, they are naturally relocated to lower-level planets where the costs are relatively lower.

If you can't even afford the cost of living on a lower-level planet, they will start to value your life. When your debts approach your net worth, they will enslave or even sell you.

In today's myriad worlds, there is no such thing as waste. The very existence of each individual contributes to the existence of the entire society, pushing the exploitation of every individual to its extreme.

Producers, consumers, and decomposers all serve as links in the progress of this civilization. The sects and corporations of the myriad worlds occupy more than 99% of the resources in the entire myriad worlds, while the remaining 99.9999999...% of people share a pitiful 0.0...1% of the resources.

In today's myriad worlds, no one at the bottom is idle, because having no value means being destroyed. Abundant resources would rather be piled up in warehouses than be given away for free.

At first, Fang Can found this model incomprehensible.

Because this goes against the logic of martial arts. Why should a martial artist depend on the existence of an entire civilization?

If a fifth-level martial artist is willing, he can live well even if he leaves civilization.

Whether it's creating space, generating something from nothing, or creating things out of thin air, one can survive by eating one's own flesh.

However, if some martial artists who dislike this civilization were to unite, they could definitely form their own civilization.

Not to mention the sheer number, several thousand first-stage martial artists gathered together, each with thousands of different inheritance combinations. They explored alternate dimensions, generated water sources, constructed land, created air, and formed light sources…

With thousands of inheritances combined, they can completely form a self-sufficient, otherworldly space of several hundred hectares.

In this situation, isn't it a thousand times better than being enslaved by the entire demonized martial arts cyber world?
We can't say that all martial artists are out of their minds and have been alienated by the consumerist trap of this bullshit world, can we?

But after gaining a deeper understanding, Fang Can realized the despair of this world.

In today's myriad realms, the only way to refuse to participate in this exploitative game is to die.

Because the rule-makers are the highest power themselves.

Several thousand collaborations can form a self-sufficient little world.

If trillions of fifth-level cultivators banded together to form an absolute violent organization, what would be the effect?
Whether it's investigation, prediction, lie detection, defense, harm, production, or treatment...

Each of these abilities has been passed down through countless fifth-generation transformations within the company across the myriad realms. All lower-level individuals who disobey or resist this power game have been suppressed.

In a normal, magic-free world, you can still grumble and cause minor mischief.

But in today's myriad realms, before your resistance can even begin, it has already been foreseen by tens of millions of Fifth-Rank Precognitive Inheritors several days in advance.

Even dissatisfaction with the sect company will be highlighted.

You want to rebel?

Before you even had this thought, the suppression group had already anticipated your prediction and came to find you a few days in advance.

Do you dare to flee?
The myriad realms are a closed universe. Where can you escape to? Do you think you're a sixth-level cultivator?

If you really want to escape your own company's territory, I think you're just lovesick.

Friend, have you heard of the "Anti-Peach Method"?
Therefore, in the current myriad worlds, the number of people who resist is 0, because the best doctors treat illnesses before they occur, and the ability to foresee illnesses has long since locked down all your actions.

Everyone is stuck at the fifth level of enlightenment. I have ten million fifth-level cultivators banding together, while the rebellious fifth-level cultivators are suppressed before they can form a group.

In this situation, you must use the currency issued by violent organizations like the sect companies to purchase everything you eat, wear, and use.

If you produce even a single drop of water or create an extra cubic meter of space without reporting it, it is considered illegal creation of property, and you will face huge claims for compensation.

They even faced various fabricated charges such as illegal breaching, illegal rescue, illegal speech, illegal peaches, and illegal dissatisfaction.

Because all resistance was neutralized beforehand, the reports issued afterward were filled out by the law enforcement officers themselves.

After all, the resistance is all in the future, and no one knows whether he will truly resist or be killed by someone using some pretext.

Everyone is hovering around the maximum limit of the fifth reincarnation; the more people who have reached the fifth reincarnation, the stronger that person becomes.

Although there are many fifth-tier players at the bottom, they cannot band together, so the only ones who can stand against the company are the company itself.

The only war now is a corporate war between companies fighting for a tiny bit of market share. Both sides are deploying massive numbers of five-star units to fight each other, causing devastating damage and impact.

As for becoming a sixth-tier cultivator?
If you can't even resist, how could you possibly become a sixth-tier cultivator?

The six-turn quota, which is given out once every hundred years, has been completely devoured by large companies and major sects.

Therefore, in this era of countless worlds, the only way for the lower classes to resist is to lie down, or rather, to lie down halfway, because those who do not engage in any production will be auctioned off directly. If they do not want to die, they can only become the Three Harmony Gods.

This is also why Fang Can is annoyed.

Damn it, you developed and authorized cultivation techniques for everyone with the idea of ​​making everyone's life better, but after obtaining the authorization, you immediately went towards monopolization.

It combines all the elements of capitalism, dictatorship, slavery, and feudalism, and gathers the worst of everything, making life more exhausting for the lower classes than ever before. They are truly a bunch of insects and beasts!
Looking at the sunlight overhead, Fang Can subconsciously squinted, and then an alarm sounded throughout the street.

The pedestrians on the street were somewhat flustered, looking around in bewilderment at the situation.

This so-called alarm is aimed at those low-class people who break the law and default on wages.

But as mentioned earlier, in the myriad realms where one possesses the ability to foresee the future at the fifth level, you simply don't have the chance to owe money; people will come to your door several days in advance to collect it.

Therefore, this alarm had never been sounded since the planet was built, which is why the people around were confused; they had never heard this sound before.

The next moment, a sphere made of machinery and flesh floated up in the distance.

A red eye was embedded in the entire metal sphere. After it appeared, it looked at Fang Can and then slowly floated closer.

"Dear unidentified individual, since your brain does not contain an identity chip formed by the Xuanzao Sect, you have committed the crime of [illegal intrusion]!"

"Please pay a fine of 1000 Xuanzao coins and then go to the Multiverse Immigration Bureau to apply for a temporary residence permit and a temporary chip."

The machine sphere spoke to Fang Can in an incredibly sweet voice.

Because different companies and factions each have their own territory, and because their businesses may overlap, leading to mutual hostility, the chips within companies in different territories are incompatible with each other.

Therefore, when the machine sphere could not detect that Fang Can did not have a local chip, it mistook him for someone from another company who had come here from another region using his inherited skills.

Only Xing Li, standing to the side, knew that Fang Can might be an ancient person who had been asleep for 20,000 years and had come to this day through some method.

"What if I don't have any money?" Fang Can smiled.

"Your cultivation level has been detected as Level 5. You can mortgage one of your arms to pay the fine, with only 5% interest paid per month."

The round, sweet voice rang out, making Xingli feel that this was an outrageous demand.

Because a level 5 arm can be sold for at least 200,000 Xuanzao coins, mortgaging 200,000 for 1000 is taking advantage of Fang Can's lack of local currency and identity.

Moreover, once the arm is mortgaged, it's highly unlikely to be taken back, since it's a mortgage.

At worst, the 1000 Xuanzao coins fine can be waived, and getting a five-turn arm worth 20 coins for free is a huge profit.

Even if the other party really has a change of heart and sends the arm back after you pay me back.

However, the right to use the arm during the mortgage process belongs to the other party.

During the period of mortgage, who knows what might happen to the arm? It might go from being original to being half-new, having been used countless times.

Thinking of this, Fang Can couldn't help but smile.

Should we take off one of his arms? That's interesting.

(End of this chapter)