Many times, that was how it happened. One man picked up a stick, and then a whole group of men picked up sticks.
Humanity's servile nature ran deep, yet so did its spirit of resistance. They merely lacked a guiding light to illuminate the road ahead.
Once a hero picked up a weapon and displayed exceptional combat power, shattering the deep-rooted fear in people's minds, nameless courage would be born in their hearts as well.
Though they were often nothing more than a rabble, even a rabble had its uses. Aizen would put them to good use.
He hoped to plunge this world into even greater chaos. The gods of the Six Great City-States were dead, and one could say that the city-states had, to a certain extent, lost their restraints.
The death of the God of Deals in particular had completely collapsed the existing economic system. Other than controlling production materials, the people in the companies were just as penniless as everyone outside.
The collapse of the monetary economy would inevitably lead to the collapse of social order. When humanity's madness was ignited, they would also be at their easiest to incite.
Aizen had never believed that lofty principles alone could turn those numb humans into good citizens brimming with hope and ideals. But through chaos and provocation, he could turn those originally apathetic humans into a mob.
As long as he kept them under control, that mob would serve its proper purpose.
Through the members of the six great families, Aizen had already laid down action guidelines and ideological guidelines for the humans of this world. Some elements of those guidelines could be said to be rather lacking in positive energy, encouraging humanity to release its anger, unleash its fighting spirit, and the like.
But Aizen had to