I am the former civilized hero.

So the question is, what good does he get from doing this?

Fire Moth is controlled by the parliament. All major issues come from voting. He only has executive power. Calculating the time, there are only three months left in his four-year term.

But then...

Hmm? I seem to be the direct beneficiary? The one who should be the most suspected?

His eyes suddenly widened, and he felt that the shackles on his neck had disappeared. He had to force himself to remain calm, realizing that this was a delusion. The Fire Moth was an organization jointly established by all forces in the world, and it was impossible for it to be handed over to a certain person, so the chairman could not be re-elected.

If only there was someone who could help me deal with the council, and get these people who are constantly fighting among themselves to come to terms.

Karius seemed to have guessed something. The Fire Parliament would never tolerate a long-term loss of contact. If it wasn't possible online, they would have to go offline despite the risks. In this way, they could gather the parliamentarians scattered around the world.

For a moment, he shuddered, realizing Ryan's appetite was bigger than he'd imagined.

What on earth does he want to do? And what should I do?!

Two questions lingered in Karius's mind, and the most powerful man in the world seemed a little uneasy.

I feel like I've reached a crossroads in my life again.

Chapter 249 I've had enough of red tape

Southern Europe, Rome.

The autumn sun was warm, casting mottled shadows of the trees on the concrete ground. A flock of white doves flew over the square, passing over the busy cafe.

Under the parasols, there are square tables and wooden chairs. Well-dressed men and women sit around the tables, chatting about recent events. Occasionally, white doves land and peck at the bread crumbs on the ground.

Coo coo, coo coo.

A white dove passed by the feet of a blond young man, causing him to lift his leg slightly.

He was wearing a neat grey suit, his blond hair was neatly combed back, and he was wearing frameless glasses, just like the artistic young man that could be seen everywhere in the square.

"Go away, you and I are not the same."

Ryan stamped his feet to scare away the white dove, dodging the bird poop it sprayed out, and cursed at his laptop.

Since leaving Dusk Street, he came to Rome, the capital of art. In the former civilization, there was no Colosseum here, but only many opera houses or concert halls.

The sound of violins was melodious, and several young painters were painting the huge church in front of them behind their drawing boards. There were also believers praying in the square.

"This atmosphere makes me become more artistic." Ryan shook his head, his fingers flying on the keyboard, and he sneered at the messages urging for more updates.

What do you mean by entering the palace? You are so stupid. You clearly don’t know what I am doing. My character is simply beyond reproach.

How can a person's character not be strong? He just left Dusk Street, killed a bunch of enemies, crossed three blockades, and started typing as soon as his butt warmed up.

Other authors all stopped updating after falling into drinking, gambling and whoring, but I have killed a Herrscher and am still preparing a plan to subvert the world. It's already quite remarkable that I can still update weekly.

He took a sip of coffee, raised his head slightly, and smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.

This feeling is really great. I can even guess that the Fire-Chasing Council is meeting overnight, frantically making plans, while I am enjoying the afternoon sun and afternoon tea.

Ryan glanced at the Fire Moth soldiers at the edge of the square. He hadn't found any wanted posters for himself these days. He only heard one message from the public channel:

Fire Moth asked him to return to headquarters immediately to accept questioning, and his words were not too harsh.

"That's right. My enemies are only some of you. Most of the Fire Chasing Councillors actually have no conflicts of interest."

Just like what Mei said, the gentle approach should be to slowly identify these people and then get them out through the power game, but how to say it?

I'm tired of red tape and don't want to put such a useful tool as the Fire Moth in the hands of a bunch of idiots.

Ryan smiled even more and chose a more radical approach, but thankfully May was convinced and had already carried out the first phase of the plan.

"Now let's see if Your Excellency the General Manager can cooperate. I am helping you."

If the Fire Moths really want to transition from a parliamentary system to a leadership system, Carius is the best successor, because no normal person would hand over power to a girl in her early twenties who has just joined for two years. Even for Carius, it would require a lot of political gaming.

But who knows the result?

Ryan closed his notebook, picked up the bread on the table, and slowly left.

He is only % sure now, but it is more than enough for Ryan, at least all the conditions are in place.

He walked along the edge of the square not far when the sound of bells made him stop. He turned sideways and saw that the door of the huge and magnificent Gothic church was open and a group of priests walked out.

The leader was about fifty years old, wearing a golden robe and a crown on his head. He opened his arms with a standard charlatan's expression, as if he was embracing the believers in the square.

As he moved, sounds of prayer, weeping, and atonement were heard one after another.

Another charlatan performance.

Ryan subconsciously rejected it, but he had to admit the role of religion. At least Christianity was an officially recognized legal organization and had a strong influence throughout the world.

The biggest difference between them and cults is their attitude towards Honkai.

"God said that as long as humans have courage, the devil will be destroyed, and after the natural disaster, we will usher in the true kingdom of heaven on earth."

“So, children, you must keep hope in your hearts, roar at the devil, and guard our kingdom of heaven.”

It's quite interesting, at least it can fool people. Many of the suicide squads of the Fire Moth are selected from the believers.

Ryan held his arms in his arms and listened to the Pope's sermon. It's no wonder that Rome's defense force is extremely strong. This kind of spiritual significance can also be regarded as a strategic city.

As a scientist, he scoffed at these claims, but as a human being, he understood the longing of the human spirit. The crazier the world, the less rationality is needed, because the more rational one is, the more desperate one will be.

The opposite of those crazy people in Snow Prison Town is fortunately very effective, and with generous treatment, there is no shortage of soldiers.

However, Ryan frowned as he listened. The Pope talked about sacrifice and adventure. As an insider, he probably knew that this was to encourage believers to participate in the Fusion Warrior Program, which had a very high mortality rate. But later...

"You should open your eyes, because the devil is terrifying, but the devil's minions are even more deceptive. They hide among us, stabbing out sharp blades from the shadows, killing our guardians, and using their power to intimidate others."

Why does it sound like you're talking about me?

Ryan blinked, feeling that something was wrong, but the hat could also be put on the head of the Pseudo-Hermitor. He looked deeply at the Pope in his gorgeous attire and disappeared in the square.

Crossing the Tiber River that runs through the city, Ryan arrived at the West City area. This side was obviously more messy, with three- or four-story old houses all within sight. Fortunately, due to the lottery system, the security was not too bad.

He walked into the alley, entered a three-story building, stepped onto the creaking stairs, and pushed open the door, Ryan showed a helpless expression again.

"Qianjie, you have too much energy."

The man was shirtless, doing push-ups in the middle of the room, sweat dripping down his strong muscles, his masculine aura overwhelming.

"You're the one who always refuses to fight with me." Qianjie stood up, wiped the sweat off his face with the towel around his neck, lifted up the mask to wipe his face, and before Ryan could see clearly, he pulled down the mask again.

"It's been ten days. How many excuses can you make?!"

"Excuses? Do you think I can't beat you?" Ryan put the bread on the table and folded his arms. "Only the weak need to make excuses. Do you think it's necessary?"

Qianjie was speechless for a moment. He had seen Ryan's fighting ability with his own eyes. It was hard to say whether he could live or die, but he would definitely not be afraid of him.

"Then why did you wait so long?"

"I've said it before, fighting you is just an agreement, and I have more important things to do. Besides, with our fighting power, aren't you afraid of attracting onlookers? If someone intervenes, it will end hastily. You don't want to fight for a third time, do you?"

This makes sense. Qianjie is holding his breath, and if someone comes to make trouble, it would be better not to fight.

He is right. Since it is a one-on-one meeting, we must eliminate distractions and not let those annoying people ruin our fun.

Qianjie clenched his fists until they crackled, feeling very annoyed, but because he wanted to have a full and fair fight with Ryan, he had been controlling his temper recently.

"So how long will it take to finish your shit?"

"It will be quick, why rush?" Ryan answered for the Nth time, and said with a smile: "If you are willing to help, it may be even faster."

"Get out!" Qianjie was furious, it was good enough that he could hold it back.

Ryan shrugged and rolled away from the grumpy old man, feeling amused.

As long as you can grasp Qianjie's weakness, you can barely control him. After all, what he said makes sense.

"The Fire Moth will cause trouble, but I'm not afraid that you won't take the bait. Anyway, I have no objection to fighting you. As for the accumulated fighting spirit, there are many ways to vent it."

Ryan walked into the inner room and pushed open the door, and saw Paduafilis scratching her head at the table, and Abonya sitting next to her wearing glasses, giving instructions like a teacher.

Seeing these two people, Ryan began to feel resentful again.

I originally wanted to teach Padu how to fight, but it turned out that this guy was not suitable. Not only was he afraid of pain, he was also extremely cautious. He was really not suitable to be a fighter.

Aponiya still looked a little like a charlatan, and spent most of the day in a daze, so I simply left the task of tutoring her.

"What's going on?" Ryan walked over and put the drinks he brought back on the table.

"Oh, it's milk tea!" Padu cheered, took a sip happily, and pushed another cup to the nun, "Sister Nia, let's take a break."

"Thank you." Aponya felt sorry, put in a straw, took a sip, and smiled implicitly, "Mr. Ryan, I didn't expect that life would be like this after leaving Dusk Street."

"Yes, yes, we thought it was very dangerous." Padu nodded quickly. These days were like a dream.

Apart from the somewhat annoying daily study, she lived in a decent house, slept on a soft bed, ate delicious food, and even went to two concerts.

This isn't a mission, it's clearly a vacation.

"Pado, what do you think it's like outside Dusk Street?" Ryan also took a sip of coffee, squinting his eyes with a slight smile.

"Of course, you're being hunted by countless people, and you have to sleep in the open air, carefully hiding here and there, for fear of being discovered by the enemy." The girl counted on her fingers and got stuck while talking. The gangster movies she had watched could only reach this level.

"It's really amazing, just like how most people in Dusk Street can survive a battle of that scale." Aponiya also said softly, her blue eyes filled with curiosity.

Her premonition was wrong the first time, and it was even more wrong after she left Dusk Street. She didn't even expect the result to be like this.

Apart from not being able to go out casually, it didn't seem like the world was going to be in turmoil as she had foreseen. No, even including Qianjie, she didn't expect this man to be so honest.

"So, Pado, this is why you have to study hard. Stupid people will be led by the nose, while smart people--" Ryan shrugged and clenched his right palm.

“Take everything into your hands before you decide to do it.”

Chapter 250: Guide to Getting Along with Qianjie

Padufils naturally didn't understand, at least he didn't see a single word about it in the textbooks, but Ryan had no intention of fooling him.

When we left Mu Continent, the big framework had already been prepared, except for some minor adjustments due to the current situation.

How to escape, how to hide, how to control the changes in the world like a chess player while drinking afternoon tea thousands of miles away, even weapons and props can be used in several ways.

For example, the appearance of the Herrscher prevented Twilight Street from conducting an in-depth investigation, which naturally covered up the traces of Aponia and others, making it impossible to issue a large-scale wanted notice. For example, the optical simulator and the mirage system, pretending to be a pseudo-Herscher was only part of the plan, and Ryan considered the issue of hiding his identity at the time.

The world is so big that it is impossible to thoroughly investigate the real enemies. If Ryan wants, he can hide until the end of the world.

"Do you mean that human wisdom can change fate?" Aponiya asked hesitantly. As far as she knew, fate was very stubborn, and the fact that this man could do it was definitely not just wisdom.