I'm a magnetic field madman

On the same day, Bai Wunan killed the assassin in front of Aika's remains as a sacrifice for Aika, and at the same time, he addressed the terrified world.

Even though he had to give up these ungrateful things, Wu Nan still fulfilled his last duty and acted with kindness.

Even if it's telling them that they are no longer protecting their "kindness".

Regardless of their motivations—whether they are driven by despair, hatred, or anger—in three days, Wu Nan, Qian Jun, and Bai Chou will embark on their final journey in war.

Let's bring this Madman Holy Grail War to a perfect close with a final battle that fulfills Bai Wujie's desire!

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132. The Final Battle

Boundless Universe Earth

The majestic and imposing Eternal Imperial City, atop a towering palace as massive as the largest mountain peak, was overlooked by Bai Wujie.

Even after nearly a decade, the expansion of this magnificent city has not stopped for a single day...

Compared to its original state, this city that originally belonged to Bai Wujie has now expanded to a size more than a hundred times larger!

Rather than calling it a city, in terms of sheer size, this place could easily be called a vast country!

"I am delighted that my people have achieved such remarkable results in just ten years."

Bai Wujie surveyed the magnificent city, his back to his subordinates, and said calmly…

"Then I've always thought, such people, even without me as their emperor, would probably still live a good life, right? Even now that I'm gone, they can still radiate their own civilization's brilliance?"

"Your Majesty, please don't make such a joke."

The Holy Emperor spoke in a slightly coquettish tone, but this was absolutely from the bottom of her heart.

Although, strictly speaking, the original inhabitants of the present-day Eternal Kingdom were primarily the subjects of her Holy Emperor…

But now that things have come to this, she has no, and could never, have any naive idea of ​​overthrowing Bai Wujie.

Regardless of his abilities, the Holy Emperor knew that the foundation for maintaining the overall operation of this vast nation was still Bai Wujie.

He is an object of worship for the people, a walking idol in the world. He is by no means harmless, but that is precisely why the people and the powerful are willing to obey the orders of their government.

Because the strongest of the strong possess such charisma, you cannot deny a simple fact no matter what—the admiration for the strong is a characteristic of life.

The people worship Bai Wujie so much, not only because he brought them a heavenly life, but also because he is so powerful.

Even though Bai Wujie has not dealt with any political affairs for quite some time... his existence is a shot in the arm for the country, and a sharp blade hanging over the heads of any insects that try to destroy the country and everything else!

No one can overturn his decisions, and his existence will be the greatest source of instinctive respect and trust for countless people!

It can be said that the Eternal Kingdom today is implementing a political system that is rare in human history and can be described as "perfect".

It is absolutely efficient, absolutely powerful, and absolutely "fair".

Of course, perfection and fairness are relative terms.

Their most perfect point is also their most imperfect point; their fairest point is also their most unfair point.

Bai Wujie is just like that. An ideal "wise king" whose perfection in himself actually means bearing all the negative aspects of social development.

Although Bai Wujie's performance, from various perspectives, doesn't quite fit the image of the wise king Plato described...

However, the powerful figures around him and the course of the state's operation had already transformed him into a wise king.

However, without the White Emperor—the Holy Son of Heaven never wanted to think about this outcome, because it would not only mean a loss of power, but also the collapse of a perfect ideal…

A well-functioning social system can quickly fall back into the endless spiral of human desires.

"No, I'm serious," Bai Wujie said casually.

"Because I've gradually started to get tired of all of this."

Bai Wujie turned around, watching with interest the Holy Emperor's increasingly panicked face, then looked at the First Lady beside him and chuckled...

"And what are your thoughts, Chief? What about if I quit?"

"It's not necessarily a bad thing, both for you, Father, and for the people," the First Lady said softly.

"Your Majesty! What nonsense are you spouting? If we don't have His Majesty, then all the problems will..."

The Holy Emperor was excited and wanted to refute, but Bai Wujie's mere glance was enough to frighten the woman so much that her legs went weak and she knelt on the ground. The First Lady paused slightly before continuing...

"Because sooner or later, no, you've already begun to tire of all this that hasn't changed, haven't you, Father?"

"Hahaha, yeah, I'm fed up." Bai Wujie chuckled.

“I used to admire hell politics, thinking I could enjoy the worship of the people like in hell and feel incredibly high... But now it seems that I just wanted to complete the goals I hadn’t completed.”

Having failed to rule the world before, and thus yearning to rule it once... that expectation, that excitement, has always been the driving force behind Bai Wujie's progress.

But he was never hell, and he couldn't continue to experience that kind of pleasure—after ten years, he no longer felt the joy of ruling.

“And more importantly, Father, you’re tired of the same scenery,” Shou Niang said softly, her expression sad yet helpless.

Yes, that is the biggest reason why Bai Wujie wanted to retire.

He was tired of the unchanging state of the eternal kingdom.

Perhaps for the people, this country is still changing rapidly. The great emperor and the Blue Dream organization rule over them, constantly changing their lives and bringing more good things.

But for Bai Wujie, all he saw was the people's worship, their obedience, and their compliance—nothing else.

This unchanging stability greatly disappointed him.

Creating great things once gave him a sense of accomplishment, but after such stability, even though what he created could continue to grow larger, Bai Wujie had lost the desire to continue.

Humans are contradictory beings; while they tend to prefer stability, they are actually resistant to change deep down.

Just as it's difficult to get a middle-aged or elderly person to learn something new, change means stepping out of one's comfort zone, which is uncomfortable.

But people get bored when faced with the same routine, and they crave something new to change their situation—to change their lives.

Bai Wujie is undoubtedly in a state leaning towards the latter; after confronting his true self, he realizes that his true self is actually—

"emptiness……"

Bai Wujie chuckled lightly, looking down at his people and city, but his eyes were empty and devoid of any emotion...

This is Bai Wujie's nature; he craves things that belong to him but he doesn't have... but once he gets them, his interest often fades quickly over time.

Ordinary powerful figures would only get bored after ruling for a hundred years, but Bai Wujie only lasted for ten years before he began to feel weary.

Does that sound normal? After all, Bai Wujie didn't put in any effort to get all of this.

How can something be truly precious if it is obtained without sacrifice?

However, in addition to this, Bai Wujie also develops a strange desire for destruction.

He craved change, and destruction was the greatest change. Right now, what he most desired was for his people to rebel, ideally for war to engulf the entire country, for everything in its frenzied chaos to burn the sky!

Even though the destruction was a tragic sight, Bai Wujie seemed quite pleased with the situation rather than the stagnation.

"I am using my morality to suppress my destructive desires," Bai Wujie said with a slight smile.

"You know what? I'm so tired of hearing my people worship me. Every time I hear them say they love me, I feel like slapping them."

"Because that way they can show a more peculiar side, a side that interests me. Of course, after that I might also destroy the things that bring me a fresh feeling."

Bai Wujie knew that this might be a major reason why his power had progressed so much—but he also knew that this would be the reason why his power was destined never to reach its peak.

Because if a person is absolutely empty, he could never survive after generating a million units of power.

Love isn't the most important thing; what matters is the tenacious will to survive even in a state of self-destruction.

No one could help him with this, because Bai Wujie wanted to solve this problem himself.

However, regardless of the circumstances, the fact that his beautiful creation, the Eternal Kingdom, was simultaneously amplifying the emptiness within him was no longer important.

"Don't panic, I'm not going to give up now." Bai Wujie looked at the Holy Emperor, who was almost crying, and smiled faintly...

"I'll probably be leaving you for a while to explore new worlds, play games, or do other things. But in any case, I won't be coming back anytime soon, and it's impossible for me to return."

"You can announce it however you want, I'm still alive, I'm in seclusion, I can even have a golden toilet stuck to my butt—it's just that you really won't be able to contact me for a long time."

The Holy Emperor's mouth gaped slightly, probably because she hadn't expected such a shocking thing to happen.

This woman, feeling lost and even fearful, showed no joy whatsoever at Bai Wujie handing over supreme power to her.

She was perhaps filled with fear, even more so with fear of being separated from Bai Wujie, and wondering what would become of this great nation.

Shou Niang sighed softly; she had already sensed Bai Wujie's actions.

Why is it that the enormous First Moon still not allowed to be climbed by others?

It's because Bai Wujie had already prepared an excellent battleground there.

He will use a true life-or-death battle to fill his gradually empty heart. If he loses, he will die; if he wins, he will be away from the country he built for a long time.

He might still come back to see what it's like to leave his country—but whatever the case, Bai Wujie, his mind is made up.

“Skadi has been excommunicated by you, and she will probably only learn of your decision when she returns. If that happens, she will surely cause a turmoil,” the First Lady said softly.

Skadi has always obeyed only Bai Wujie. She would never obey the Holy Emperor's orders, and in her eyes, Shou Niang is merely a respectable elder sister.

"If that's the case, then that would be even better," Bai Wujie laughed loudly.

"Go ahead and do whatever you want! Don't worry about my existence anymore. Pursue your desires and your supreme power!"

"This is good for you! Only by breaking free from my shackles will you have the right to truly face your own hearts! So what if you shatter this country? You should become your own people, not my lowly slaves and vassals!"

Although Bai Wujie's words were extremely unpleasant and he seemed quite eccentric, to his adopted daughter and his followers, this was the greatest respect he could receive.

You don't have to be subservient to me, you don't have to be my willing tool.

All you need to do is do what you are supposed to do and what you are capable of doing, and do it without complaint or regret!

This is true respect, treating the chief and the others as independent individuals, not as playthings in one's hands.

"It's time." Bai Wujie turned around, his entire being fading away as if blending into the air...

"I should also make my final preparations for the final battle in this world."

……

“Mashu, Dr. Roman, and Da Vinci, you don’t need to try to persuade me anymore.”

Before the flat moon, beneath the enormous teleportation vortex, Fujimaru Ritsuka, fully prepared, looked at her family and friends and said calmly and resolutely…

“My mind is made up. If we do not defeat our enemy, we are destined to be unsafe anywhere, not just in this world, but in any other world.”

"Perhaps you're right, but I also think these people with strong magnetic fields... are a bunch of menace."

Da Vinci said in a deep voice, no longer bothering to hide her thoughts, even though Bai Chou and the others were right there.

These magnetic field lunatics are a scourge on the world!

Just a few days ago, simply because those people had disrespectful and foolish ideas—or rather, simply because a small group of people were foolish—Bai Chou massacred the country where those people lived.

Millions of lives were lost, including the lives of high-ranking officials in several countries... Yet the sole purpose of all this was to avenge his son!

As for Bai Wunan... he may not have done anything, but he essentially acquiesced to his father's actions.

Or rather, it was precisely because of Wu Nan's presence that Bai Chou did not truly unleash a massacre...

The fact that only a few hundred thousand people died and several countries were thrown into complete chaos is already the greatest mercy.

Although he had long understood this, Leonardo da Vinci was still terrified by it!

This is an atrocity that surpasses anything any heroic tyrant in history could have committed...

Even those unbridled gods are no match for these magnetic field lunatics when it comes to this freedom!

But in truth, after saying all that, what Leonardo da Vinci felt despair about was simply that they were not worthy of controlling their own destiny.

If Bai Wunan and his group lose, then all will be lost. But if they win... it seems that there is still little hope in the world ruled by these people.

But Fujimaru Ritsuka was different; he was the only one among all the "natives" to be truly granted magnetic field power by these magnetic field lunatics...

Of course, there is also the possibility that he himself possesses "talent".

But if he survives, these locals will always have some hope of resistance!

Although such an idea sounds utterly absurd... from the perspective of powerless individuals like Leonardo da Vinci, it was nothing more than a tragic and futile act of resistance.

“My strength comes from my master’s teachings and my hard work. It is a kind of strength that can be passed down.”

Having seen through Leonardo da Vinci's undisguised thoughts, Fujimaru Ritsuka showed nothing, only gripping the repaired sword at her waist tightly, and as the breeze ruffled her long, black ponytail, she spoke in a low voice...