Intimidation

As they listened to the cold voice reciting experimental data, everyone in front of the screen looked grim.

If they hadn't understood why the Little Black Man was showing them this before, even the slowest among them understood now.

The propagation of civilization, the development of society—it had all been designed by a group of people long ago.

Song Dragon and the others felt a chill crawl over them when they thought of the Hero's Game over the past thousand years.

Of course, they couldn't completely trust what played on the television. The enemy was showing it to them. If they swallowed it all without thinking, they really would have no brains.

The footage continued, but Kui Niu and the others had lost all interest in watching.

"What is this supposed to mean? Are you just trying to tell us we're puppets under your control? A bunch of miserable wretches?"

Chen Cheng gave a cold laugh.

As his words fell, the screen flickered several times. The footage vanished, replaced by the Little Black Man's pitch-black face.

"No, no, no. I never said I was one of them. In fact, I'm just like you—a miserable wretch whose fate was toyed with by the powerful.

I went through the same thing you did. That's why I rebelled."

"And your rebellion means slaughtering us at will? What a joke."

Chen Cheng's voice was icy.

But the Little Black Man looked at Chen Cheng from within the screen and said:

"That's the cruel reality. I don't want to cause needless bloodshed either. I think you know why.

Unfortunately, you've been ruined beyond repair. I can only start over from scratch.

You can't blame me for that. Blame those damned ants."

The meaning behind his words was enough to drive anyone to despair, especially Kui