As soon as the Human Emperor Banner came out, I became the Lord of the Old Ones

Chapter 276 Humanity Will Never Change
Jean-Jacques' eyes widened immediately.

They tried to catch every clue in front of them to determine who had kidnapped them so that they could make the right response.

Unfortunately, the room was frighteningly dark.

Based on the outlines drawn by the dim light and the strong smell wafting through the air, one can only guess that this is a place similar to a slaughterhouse.

On the wall not far away, there were iron chains, iron hooks, iron bars, boning knives and meat cleavers, all soaked in black rust, as if stained with bloodstains that could never be washed away.

The ground was sticky and damp, and the heat waves brought up a stench that made Jean-Jacques dizzy and almost vomit.

There was something hanging in the corner.

The liquid was flowing out with a "drip-drip" sound.

Jean-Jacques blinked frantically, unable to discern what it was—was it a pig being skinned, its tendons pulled out, and its blood being drained, or a human covered in wounds, its flesh mangled, its internal organs emptied?

"boom!"

Suddenly, faint gunshots rang out from outside.

Immediately following was the sound of something heavy falling backward.

Jean-Jacques' heart pounded, unwilling to speculate whether someone was executing some poor soul with a gunshot wound, just a wall away.

And will he be the next pitiful wretch?

It felt as if a cold wind was blowing.

The door opened silently.

Jean-Jacques' pupils contracted in excruciating pain, and he could only make out what appeared to be a pool of crimson liquid spreading across the ground.

Then, the door closed again, and the room fell into darkness and silence once more.

Everything seemed the same as before.

But Jean-Jacques felt his heart beating faster and faster, almost tearing his chest apart and escaping his increasingly cold body.

Someone came in.

Although he was bound hand and foot, with his head firmly fixed to a rough iron pipe, he was unable to turn left or right.

But he felt as if someone had floated in like a ghost, circled around behind him, and looked him over with great interest, following the seam of his skull down his spine to his coccyx.

Like a butcher, eyeing the "raw materials" waiting to be dismembered under his knife.

Jean-Jacques' teeth were deeply embedded in his lips.

I repeatedly told myself that I must not reveal even the slightest bit of fear.

Since the other party did not kill me immediately, it means that I still have some value to them.

I've worked so hard for so many years to accumulate a little bit of wealth, and I'm just about to go to a safe haven where no one knows me to enjoy life. I absolutely cannot, and I absolutely cannot, die here!

The other person stared at him for a full three minutes.

Only when the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end did the other person light a dim kerosene lamp. The flickering light cast a long, thin shadow, like a beautiful snake coiling around and devouring Jean-Jacques's trembling figure, adding an eerie atmosphere to the already terrifying room.

"When I first heard about the theory of 'the end of the world,' I was dismissive and scoffed at it."

The other party finally spoke.

It was a hoarse female voice.

It appears to be very low-key and stable.

Upon closer listening, one can detect a hint of anxiety and even madness.

It's like a river with an ice-cold surface but turbulent undercurrents inside.

Or it could be an active volcano that has been dormant for hundreds of years, with magma tearing through the sealed rock layers, about to erupt again.

"At first, I didn't believe that the world we live in would suffer a new calamity. Even if disaster really struck, the Alliance of Heroes could solve everything."

The hoarse female voice, faintly insane, continued, "In the eyes of me and all the ignorant people at that time, the Alliance of Heroes was so powerful. We not only learned from the strengths of all, but also discovered and comprehended the essence of the four ancient civilizations. We were also actively exploring and thinking about the reasons for the demise of the four ancient civilizations, striving to prevent our civilization from falling into the same predicament."

"The Alliance has gathered so many heroes of unparalleled strength and wise men of profound wisdom. Now that they have received the warning of the destruction of the four ancient civilizations, how can they just stand by and watch our civilization repeat the same mistakes, with everyone, including themselves, suffering in purgatory and ultimately turning to ashes?"

"I have asked myself this question."

Then, I breathed a long sigh of relief and drifted off to sleep peacefully through the endless nights.

"Unfortunately, haha, it took me a long time to realize that humanity never changes, never learns from the disasters that have already happened. So-called history is just a monotonous melody that keeps repeating itself, at most with occasional variations."

“Those well-dressed, sanctimonious, seemingly righteous and wise big shots are no different from the monkeys that leap around in the forest, the apes that will kill their own kind for a bunch of bananas, and the insects that die after a winter and have no ability to think long-term.”

As the woman spoke, her serpentine figure grew larger and larger in the swaying lamplight.

She came over.

He gently placed his hands on Jean-Jacques' shoulders.

Jean-Jacques trembled violently, almost screaming. He felt the hand on his shoulder was chillingly cold, as if it had been dead for ten years in the morgue's freezer. The chill that represented death almost froze his blood.

“Take Dawn City for example.”

The other person gently kneaded Jean-Jacques' collarbone and continued, "This was once such a magnificent city on the southeastern border, a home for countless miners' families, and a paradise longed for by countless refugees in the wilderness."

"Half a century ago, countless miners and soldiers used their blood and sweat to gradually build this city into what it is today."

"Although the vast majority of the wealth beneath the earth ends up in the pockets of powerful people, the millions of ordinary citizens living here still have no complaints. Instead, they continue to work diligently and risk everything until the end of their lives, and then use their corpses to nourish this once desolate land."

"However, this city is only facing a minor predicament and is far from being at its wit's end."

How do the big shots who made their fortunes in this city repay the city and the millions of ordinary citizens living in it?
"Originally, if the city's rulers and ordinary citizens could have worked together to overcome the difficulties, Dawn City might have been able to regain its vitality."

"Unfortunately, before any ordinary people could react, the well-informed big shots decided to abandon this place and all the ordinary people living here, taking only their wealth, their blood and sweat, and their hopes."

"Having witnessed all of this firsthand, I seem to have a vague understanding of how the so-called 'end of the world' will actually come."

(End of this chapter)