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Chapter 132 God Doom

In fact, religion holds a very high position in Sokovia, permeating almost every aspect of people's lives.

In the very center of the capital, Novigrad, stands not an imposing government building, but an ancient and magnificent cathedral. It is said that the site was chosen here to symbolize that everyone is equidistant from God.

That's why, when Du Mu displayed his holy light-like abilities, the long-haired man almost immediately regarded it as a miracle, thinking that Du Mu was a god from heaven.

Even if he's not a god, he's still someone he can't afford to offend. It's best for him to follow his heart.

Seeing the long-haired man kneel down instantly, Du Mu was speechless and asked again, "Now, do you still believe that your government and those politicians will protect your rights?"

The long-haired man's throat seemed to be choked by something, and he couldn't make a sound for a long time.

In the end, he just shook his head heavily, his voice hoarse: "No, they have never cared about our lives. How could those high and mighty figures possibly see people like us struggling in the mud?"

This answer is imbued with the despair that comes from being repeatedly crushed by reality.

In fact, he had long seen through the true nature of this government. If he hadn't been forced into a corner, who would have been willing to entrust their fate to such an incompetent regime?

Du Mu's lips slowly parted beneath the mask: "So, if there were an opportunity now, where we no longer have to fawn over them, no longer have to place our hopes in illusions, would you be willing to join me in overthrowing this rotten nation?"

The long-haired man suddenly looked up, his pupils contracting sharply in shock.

"Overthrow this country?"

“That’s right, Huang Tian cough cough, Sokovia’s foundation has long been hollowed out, from roots to branches, everything is rotting.”

Du Mu's tone was full of seduction: "Instead of hoping it will purify itself, why not tear it down completely and rebuild a new world free from oppression on this ruin, a brand new Sokovia!"

That's right, that's the solution he came up with.

The impact of an individual creating chaos on the entire country is quite limited.

But what if it means overturning the entire country's system?
How much impact will this have on the situation in Sokovia?

At this moment, Du Mu felt as if he were possessed by several people at the same time. He wanted to shout "God of Thunder, help me!" and his arm involuntarily wanted to raise, as if he wanted to make a gesture similar to that of a hydra.

The long-haired man opened his mouth, but his throat was too dry to make a sound.

He thought the idea was absolutely insane!

Overthrowing the entire country—isn't that just starting a revolution?
If I fail, my fate will definitely not be good.

However, when the long-haired man looked at the crumpled banner in his hand and thought of the trampled dignity and ignored demands, an unprecedented determination suddenly welled up in his heart.

With a devout expression, he slowly lowered his head: "I am willing to follow you!"

【Favourability: 70】

Seeing the long-haired man's favorability rating, Du Mu nodded in satisfaction.

These protesters are indeed easily fooled. Strucker only promised to give them the power to fight against oppressors, and they all rushed to be test subjects, let alone Du Mu with his special effects.

For them, they will hold on tightly to any glimmer of hope, no matter how small the odds.

Du Mu said, "Get up, I don't need to kneel."

The long-haired man stood up upon hearing this and cautiously asked, "God, what should we do next?"

"Don't call me God, just call me Doom."

Du Mu felt that this form of address sounded rather unpleasant.

Moreover, he didn't know if God really existed on this server. After all, even Norse gods like Odin and Thor existed, so it wouldn't be surprising if God did exist.

If a big boss finds out he's using his name, who knows if he might suddenly unleash a divine intervention?

The long-haired man nodded: "Yes, God Doom."

Du Mu: "."

He knew that there was no difference between God and God in English; it was just that the game translation could completely distinguish the two meanings.

Forget it, so be it.

Du Mu, too lazy to correct the other person's form of address, said, "Let's talk somewhere else."

"How about we go to my place?"

"No need for all that trouble, any place will do. Hmm, are there any taverns around here?"

Before long, the two arrived at a dilapidated tavern.

The tavern owner, also a protester, whose entire family perished in the war, harbors deep hatred for the government and has no fear of them revealing their secrets.

Then, Du Mu learned more about Sokovia from the long-haired man.

Sokovia borders Slovakia and the Czech Republic. It is said to have been founded by King Stanislav during the transition from the 18th to the 19th century and still retains a hereditary monarchy, with the king being the nominal supreme ruler of the country.

However, the current king is more like a glamorous figurehead; the real power and wealth have long been firmly controlled by a few hereditary nobles in the country.

They used their power to ruthlessly exploit the common people and openly trample on the law, while the government institutions that should have upheld justice turned a blind eye to these atrocities and became loyal defenders of the interests of the nobility.

Du Mu understood immediately.

This is often seen in the history of his country: puppet emperors, powerful ministers, and a group of ordinary people struggling in misery.

Du Mu narrowed his eyes: "In that case, let's start with those nobles."

Emil looked troubled: "God Doom, those nobles all have sizable private armies with excellent equipment. Even the weakest noble has no less than fifty guards. We unarmed commoners are no match for them."

Du Mu chuckled lightly: "What's there to be afraid of? I'm still here."

The long-haired man's eyes lit up immediately: "Could it be that you intend to use your divine power to assist us?"

"That's right!"

As Du Mu spoke, he waved his hand, and a strangely shaped gun instantly appeared out of thin air on the table. This was the energy gun he had plundered from the raiders.

Upon seeing this, the long-haired man stared in shock, his eyes filled with awe as he looked at Du Mu!
He became even more convinced that Du Mu was a god who had come to save them.

Even if it's not God himself, it's still a messenger sent by God.

Du Mu explained, "This weapon is powerful enough to shatter a car with a single shot. It's very easy to use; anyone who has learned basic shooting can quickly get the hang of it."

This was not difficult for the Sokovians. As a country that has been plagued by war for many years, even their young children can easily perform a standard three-point line shot.

The long-haired man exclaimed in surprise, "So amazing! This must have been crafted by you with divine power, right?"

"No, this is alien technology. It can convert energy into a directional plasma beam for attack."

"In addition, I have an energy shield here, which can easily withstand continuous fire from submachine guns when activated. This is a sonic oscillator, which can release directional sound waves to temporarily incapacitate enemies within its range. And this too."

As Du Mu spoke, he took out all sorts of alien equipment from his game inventory and explained their functions one by one.

Long-haired man: "."

Are even gods starting to use advanced technology now?

Soon, the table was filled with a bunch of strangely shaped weapons and equipment.

Du Mu chuckled and said, "With this equipment, dealing with those so-called nobles shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"No, no problem."

The long-haired man's mouth twitched.

This equipment is so good that it could fight not only nobles, but also the US military!
Du Mu said with a hint of regret, "It's a pity that large vehicles like spaceships can't be brought over. Otherwise, if dozens of spaceships were to arrive at the same time, Sokovia could be easily taken over within a day."

Long-haired man: "."

Du Mu changed the subject: "However, I still need a lot of manpower. A few people are not enough to start a revolution." The long-haired man straightened his back abruptly, and his eyes, which had been slightly cloudy due to the hardships of life, were now burning with a fierce fighting spirit.

“That’s not a problem at all. I can contact members of the resistance. Knowing them as I do, I’m fairly confident I can persuade them to join us.”

After witnessing Du Mu's strength and his advanced equipment firsthand, the long-haired man was filled with confidence in his plan to overthrow the corrupt regime.

Since he had already lost all his relatives and had nothing left to lose, why not take a gamble?

Du Mu nodded: "This task is entrusted to you. Remember, what we need are like-minded companions, not a mob."

"I understand, please rest assured!"

“Very good. Bring everyone here at this time tomorrow, and we will meet here.”

After leaving the tavern, Du Mu did not remain idle. Instead, he had Hydra gather intelligence on the Sokovian nobles.

In less than half an hour, an encrypted file was transmitted to his device, containing detailed information about the property, armed forces, and weaponry of all the nobles of Sokovia.

Faced with Hydra's global intelligence network, even a superpower like the United States would find it difficult to completely conceal its secrets, let alone a small country like Sokovia with its chaotic internal management.

Du Mu checked the information.

Just as the long-haired man had said, the corruption of these nobles was appalling. They were like a group of vampires, constantly sucking the blood of the country and its people to nourish their own families.

They don't care about Sokovia's future at all; they have a lot of assets and can live comfortably in any country they go to.

To them, the country was nothing more than a sinking ship, and their only concern was to plunder as much wealth as possible before fleeing.

Yes, every country has its own capitalists.

Although Du Mu had the ability to eliminate these nobles one by one, and with his strength he didn't take their armed forces seriously at all, doing so would only cause chaos within the noble class, and would have nothing to do with the majority of commoners.

What Du Mu wanted to do was to ignite a great fire in this country, drawing everyone into it.

The following evening, Du Mu returned to the dilapidated tavern.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, he found the once empty space now crowded with people, about thirty men and women gathered there, the air thick with tension and anticipation.

The moment Du Mu stepped into the tavern, the conversation inside stopped abruptly, and dozens of eyes turned to him.

There was curiosity, doubt, and a vague expectation.

The long-haired man strode out from the crowd and explained in a low voice, "God Doom, they are all members of the local resistance. Time is limited, and we haven't had time to contact resistance members in other places yet."

"That's enough."

Du Mu walked to the center of the tavern, facing dozens of gazes directed at him. He suppressed the urge to raise his hand and directly activated his bragging... oh no, his protective technique.

In an instant, a holy and dazzling light emanated from his body, illuminating the entire tavern.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

They all learned about Du Mu from the long-haired man, and from then on, they all had some doubts.

But now, they have completely dispelled their doubts.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the blinding light. Some people subconsciously made a prayer gesture in front of their chests, while others knelt on one knee, their eyes glistening with tears of emotion.

"Look around you!"

Du Mu's voice echoed in the light: "This country is struggling in misery, and those in power are squeezing the blood out of the common people, yet they turn a blind eye to their suffering."

"But today, everything will change. You are no longer the oppressed resisters, but the builders of a new order. We need to inject new blood into this country and bring peace to Sokovia once again!"

Du Mu stopped himself from uttering the word "great" in time.

It worked fine when it was used to fool Charles and the others, but if the word were uttered in Sokovia, all its previous efforts would be wasted.

"I am willing to follow you and fight for the liberation of Sokovia!"

The long-haired man was the first to step forward, his voice trembling with excitement.

"I'll join in too!"

A middle-aged man who had lost his right arm shouted, "The Vladimir family betrayed my family, and I want to witness their downfall!"

Immediately afterwards, vows echoed throughout the tavern.

"Count me in!"

"For the land that was taken from us!"

"For our deceased loved ones!"

Du Mu looked around at the determined faces and nodded gently: "Very good. From now on, the Monthly Liberator Resistance Organization will be officially renamed the Liberator Organization!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand and began distributing equipment to the organization's members.

Everyone who witnessed these cutting-edge technologies was filled with excitement, as if they had seen a hope they had never known before.

After familiarizing everyone with how to use the equipment, Du Mu selected the first target.

As the sun set, he took out his flying broom, his figure quickly rising into the air, and sped towards his target.

Soon, a brightly lit manor appeared, surrounded by the woods below.

This is the territory of a viscount, and the manor is garrisoned by hundreds of fully armed private soldiers.

However, it was clear that these guards were not very vigilant. They gathered in twos and threes chatting, seemingly never worried that anyone would dare to forcibly break into this noble manor.

Du Mu made no attempt to conceal his whereabouts.

As he approached the manor, the flying broom disappeared from his hand, and he plummeted straight towards the central courtyard of the manor like a meteorite.

Bang! !

The loud crash echoed throughout the entire manor!
All the guards were startled by the sudden commotion and froze on the spot, then turned to look at the source of the sound.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a figure draped in a white cloak and wearing a strange mask slowly emerged.

Du Mu stood with his arms crossed in the center of the courtyard, in the middle of a deep crater created by the impact, with the stone slabs beneath his feet shattered in a radial pattern.

"Who, who are you!?"

The guards hurriedly raised their guns and aimed, but no one dared to make a move; the way this mysterious figure appeared was simply too terrifying.

"Take your people in."

Du Mu spoke slowly, his voice low and cold through the mask.

His calm and composed demeanor contrasted sharply with the panicked guards around him.

In fact, Du Mu didn't use the Leap of Faith to show off, but jumped directly from the sky. Now his legs are numb and he can hardly move for a while.

"Fire!!"

The captain of the guard sensed that the newcomers were hostile and gave orders in a hoarse voice.

In an instant, the gunfire was deafening, and a barrage of bullets rained down like a storm.

Du Mu remained motionless, letting the hail of bullets come at him. All the bullets hit him as if they had hit an invisible wall, and fell to the ground with a clang.

After a round of gunfire, Du Mu remained in the posture of arms crossed, his white cloak spotless and without a single scratch.

The guards stared in disbelief and involuntarily backed away.

What they were witnessing was completely beyond their comprehension!
(End of this chapter)