"Technology had brought tangible improvements to human life. Soul Guidance Trains had made the continent no longer distant, promoting exchange and prosperity."
"Soul Tool Medical Pods could save the lives of patients who would once have been certain to die, preserving countless families."
"Soul Tool Farming Tools had multiplied crop yields and made famine a thing of the past. These were real benefits reaching every corner of the Douluo Continent, every mortal. Weren't they more meaningful, more worthy of praise, than your Deities' illusory and occasional miracles?"
At last, Lu Jun raised a third finger. His gaze was icy as he pointed directly at the heart of the matter:
"Third, what you fear has never been losing control. It is losing your control!"
"Tang Wutong, and Tang San behind you, no matter how many lies you weave, you cannot hide one fact."
"What you truly fear has never been the so-called loss of control over mortal power. It is that mortals... no longer need you!"
"When humanity could rely on its own wisdom and hands to resist crises, fend off enemies, heal wounds and illnesses, and live in abundance; when ordinary civilians could use technology to wield power equal to, or even surpassing, that of lesser Deities, what could you gods, standing so high above everyone else and accustomed to receiving worship and reverence, still use to preserve your privileges?"
"What could you still use to keep countless mortals forever groveling at your feet, willingly serving as your dependents?"
He stared into Tang Wutong's pupils, violently constricted by shock and rage. Each word struck like an ice awl driving in:
"Your selfishness is that you want to monopolize forever the right to define strength. You want the civilization of the Douluo Continent to remain forever within the framework Tang San,