Sky Curtain: The Darwin Incident at the outset, the Declaration of the People's League

The down-to-earth strength of ordinary people is the foundation for the continuation of civilization.

He really should let humanity take power!

DC Universe

Superman stood by the window, his eyes gleaming.

“‘Believe in the power of all living beings’—I see this phrase every day on Earth.”

Batman sat at the console, his fingers hovering over the keyboard.

"Ordinary people in Gotham are also protecting this city in their own ways every day."

Wonder Woman nodded.

"The same goes for the warriors of Paradise Island."

Then Superman laughed.

"Our strength comes from them, and is for them."

Marvel World.

Tony Stark looked up at the sky and took a sip of his drink.

"One step at a time..."

"When I built my first suit of armor, I was in a cave, using a pile of scrap metal, and I hammered it out step by step."

Steve stood behind him.

"Me too. Back in Brooklyn, I was just a skinny kid who wanted to join the army."

Tony turned his head and looked at him.

"Captain, would you say that we are part of the 'power of all living beings'?"

Steve thought for a moment.

"I guess so. But we're only a part of it. The real power is the unstoppable force that comes from all ordinary people moving forward together."

…………

“I know that ‘lady’ has already told me—but you know what, Charlie and I actually guessed that such a possibility might exist centuries ago.”

"You guessed it?"

"Yes, I guessed it."

Gawain Cecil nodded gently.

"Dynasties are not eternal, and a kingdom hastily cobbled together by a group of refugees can hardly be said to have any profound foundation."

“We do not have a ‘valve’ like the Blue Well that can help the royal family maintain absolute authority, nor do we have the rigorous system and detailed historical records that have been passed down for thousands of years in the Gondor Empire.”

"The pioneers are heroes, but what are the descendants of heroes? They're just descendants..."

"We dare not even imagine how rotten Ansu will be after decades, centuries, or dozens of generations."

"So Ansu is gone, so be it. The living can't control what happens after they're gone. Charlie never imagined that the dynasty he built could last forever..."

"Of course, I don't know if he will still think this way in his later years, after all, he was still very young when I passed away."

"But then again, what are your thoughts? After inheriting my memories, when you personally overthrew that terminally ill kingdom, did you hesitate? Now, standing before me, do you have any doubts about your decision back then?"

“I didn’t hesitate at all, and after meeting you, I felt completely at ease and had no doubts.”

“A kingdom that is terminally ill is not worth saving, and in my opinion, what you and Charlie entrusted to me was not the ‘Kingdom of Ansu,’ but the things on this land and their future. From that point of view, I think I have done a good job.”

"If Charlie were here, he would definitely applaud your statement. Guess how he would describe your frankness?"

What would his evaluation be?

“Gao Wenqing is right.”

…………

wrong!

That's not right at all!

Ansu's top management was furious.

Ordinary farmers feel very comfortable.

There was no other reason; I just felt that following Gao Wen would lead to a future.

Even if all else fails, Tiphon will do.

Meanwhile, in other worlds, those high above twitched their eyelids wildly.

Akame ga Kill! world.

Imperial Capital

Minister Ernest slumped in a large, soft chair, a piece of roast meat between his fingers, but he hesitated to put it in his mouth.

That face, which always wore a sinister smile, froze for once.

"Descendants of heroes...just descendants?"

He repeated it in a low voice, his gaze unconsciously drifting to the mural of the founding emperor on the wall.

The figure in the painting rides a warhorse, his long sword pointing forward, exuding a heroic aura.

But think about the one you have now.

The ten-year-old emperor looked completely bewildered.

He couldn't even understand what was being said on the screen.

Ernest slowly tossed the roast meat back onto the plate, his greasy fingers gripping the handrail tightly.

He knew better than anyone that his control over the government was based on the four words "royal bloodline".

But at this moment, a single sentence from another world, like a blunt knife, pierced through this layer of hypocrisy.

He wasn't afraid of the truth hidden in the sky.

When the news reached the ears of those lowly people, it only caused a riot.

If you want to truly threaten the Imperial Capital, you have to defeat Esdeath first.

As everyone knows, Esdeath is invincible!

What he feared was that the young emperor might misunderstand his words later.

Although this little emperor has almost been ruined by his own care.

But what if?

When that time comes, it won't be so easy to appease this puppet emperor.

On the other side, on the top floor of the abandoned building, the Night Raid members all looked up at the sky.

Akame gripped Murasame tightly, her gaze more composed than usual.

"No dynasty lasts forever..."

Mine scoffed, her tone full of disdain: "Our dynasty is not only not eternal, it's rotten to the core."

Leone leaned on the railing, gazing at the distant palace, a cold laugh echoing through her body:

"The pioneers are heroes, but their descendants are just descendants? It's laughable to expect bloodlines to guarantee peace for generations to come."

Brand slammed his fist into his palm: "A kingdom terminally ill is not worth saving. What we are doing now is sending it on its final journey."

Najendan stood at the front, her gaze coldly fixed on the depths of the capital.

"Ansu is gone because it deserved to die."

"That decaying imperial capital..."

"Nature will end with our own hands."

The world of A Song of Ice and Fire.

On the Iron Throne, Robert was unusually not holding a wine glass.

He stared at the sky, his expression a jumbled mess of emotions.

“The pioneers are heroes…” he murmured, “The descendants of heroes are just descendants.”

Jaime Lannister, standing nearby, raised an eyebrow. "Your Majesty, what are you thinking about?"

Robert was silent for a moment.

"I'm thinking of my cousin who died in the Battle of Trident."

His voice was low and tinged with self-deprecation.

"He built a dynasty with his own hands, and what happened? In just a few generations, a good-for-nothing like me, who only knows how to drink, hunt, and waste his days, sat on the Iron Throne."

“If he could really see, he would probably crawl out of his grave and strangle me.”

James neither mocked nor refuted.

Because he himself isn't much different.

Every family has its own troubles.

After a long while, he let out a soft sigh.

"Descendants..."

"No matter how glorious the ancestors were, they could not fill the mess created by their descendants."

Chapter 68: I want to watch Dawn of the Blade again...

The conversation between the two Gao Wens is a matter for the distant future.

Let's stand here and turn our attention back a bit.

The scene on the screen suddenly shifted, freezing on the Cecil Territory, a region just beginning to ignite life beneath the dark mountains.

Before the morning mist had completely dissipated, Gawain stood on the newly turned land, with only a handful of his subjects behind him.