This was Scholar Stone's pure and kind thought.
This was Black Venerable's silent and steadfast thought.
This was Big Brother's burning and noble thought.
More than that, it was the heartfelt conviction Shi Tiexin had formed after all his journeys, all he had seen, all he had realized—after meeting people of every kind and weathering storms of every sort.
This was a path.
A path that ordinary people might never be able to walk.
But he had used cheats. He could walk it, and he chose to walk it.
Heaven had bestowed cheats upon me; they must have their use.
But how exactly should they be used? That was a question every cheat user ought to consider.
Shi Tiexin believed that since one had used cheats, one should make the world a better place.
At that moment, his powerful influence became almost tangible, radiating in every direction. The assistant beside him was completely stunned, dumbfounded. He suddenly raised a hand and wiped his face. His palm came away wet.
He was crying?
Why was he crying?
Was it because of the oppression of 996?
Was it because of the despair of seeing no future?
No. He was already strong enough that hardship would not move him.
Yet noble sentiment and light brimming with hope made tears stream down his face.
"Bullshit, bullshit, it's all bullshit!" Liu Qigang was deeply wounded by that radiance. The sharp energy throughout his body surged uncontrollably, hissing and bursting forth, tearing his clothes apart and leaving him looking utterly disheveled.
He roared madly. The roar directly tore apart the assistant's spell seal, shattered the soundproofing mental art, and rolled through the enormous factory building: "People like you will die! You'll die a miserable death! The strong devour the weak—that is nature's law, the heavenly way