"Nature has not reserved the future ownership of this land for any nation or race. This land exists for the people with the strength to possess her."
"What cannot be gained through peace must be taken with our fists. With our swords as our plows, we shall seize land and ocean, win our daily fish and bread."
"Without swords, there can be no economic policy; without rights, there can be no industrial development. Without an economy or industry, we will forever be rootless wanderers, slaves unable to break free of our chains."
The introduction to Teacher Says alone was enough to make Lu PingAn question his life.
He flipped through it again and again, examining it carefully before confirming that this was not some transmigrated little mustache's X's Struggle, but a bestselling book from another world.
"We have nothing to lose but our shackles and chains."
"Awaken, slaves suffering from hunger and cold! Stop waiting, comrades! If there are no heroes in this world, then we ourselves are the last heroes. Whether it is the merciless heavens or so-called advanced civilizations, only we ourselves can bring all hope."
"Cast aside those prophecies and prophets. There has never been any savior, nor can we rely on gods or heaven. To create happiness for all living beings, we can only rely on ourselves."
"Throw away those theories of bloodlines and racial superiority. There has never been anyone born noble. They are merely exploiters standing high above others, merely those who got a head start."
Well, now it had inexplicably swung left again.
At first glance, there seemed to be nothing remarkable about the book, but it actually combined the inflammatory ideas of both the far left and far right. Setting aside some deep logical contradictions, Lu PingAn could tell with his knees