The "self" on television lived so "carefree," while the real him... The Crown Prince thought of everything he had experienced during his imprisonment.
Aside from his obsession with the impostor, he felt that he had grown a great deal.
The National Security Committee Agent changed the channel, and Akumali appeared on the television screen.
He sat upright on something resembling an altar, while all his followers knelt beneath the steps.
These people seemed completely insane. Wherever Akumali went, they followed him—even if he went abroad.
After traveling around foreign countries, Akumali had clearly been mythologized. Some foreign scholars called him the most brilliant pearl in the course of human history!
His ideas were enough to bring the world ten thousand years of peace!
At home and abroad, all he heard was praise. In the eyes of the Nagaril People, he had already become a new god.
The Crown Prince watched Akumali on the television screen and looked at the people who had become his backdrop, prostrating themselves on the ground. A hint of mockery flashed across his face as he softly said, "Lowly People."
In the Crown Prince's eyes, no matter how much Akumali changed, he was still one of the Lowly People—a despicable member of the Lowly People.
Anyone whose name began with "A" and who had no surname was one of the Lowly People.
Everyone knew that.
Akumali never avoided the fact that he was one of the Lowly People. He had never been ashamed to discuss his origins, and that had become one of the reasons people were even more fanatical.
A member of the Lowly People from the bottom of society had given birth to ideas as majestic and glorious as those of a god. He was a god! He was not one of the Lowly