"You've been divided into scattered sands, so naturally you have no power to stand against the slave owners. And that's not even mentioning the Slave Collars around your necks, which restrict your magic and Battle Qi."
"Even people with magic and Battle Qi can't fight back."
"If you want to unite the others and lead a revolt, you first need to make them empathize with one another. Understand?"
"Make their anger outweigh their fear."
"Division is the art of ruling people. Unity is the art of resistance."
"It's a simple path, buddy."
"But if that were all there was to it, rebellions would be a dime a dozen. Knowing something and actually doing it are two completely different things."
"But you don't need to worry. I only need you to spark the rebellion. Someone else will take care of everything after that. You'll have outside support."
The mysterious man spoke, then rose to his feet. "Your master is dividing you."
"He's making you turn on each other. If you want to fight back, you'll have to figure out a way to unite."
"How about I give you a hint?"
"Just agree to be my pawn."
"No one becomes a slave willingly. It happens because of their circumstances."
"Rick, will you choose to trust me?"
The mysterious man's words were incredibly persuasive.
"Will you choose freedom?"
With the mysterious man urging him on, Rick finally accepted the offer. "All right. I believe you. What do I have to do?"
The mysterious man smiled and held up three fingers. "First, you need accomplices."
"I'm not asking for much. Get three people to listen to you, then get thirty people to listen to you."
"That'll be enough."
"If you can't even unite people, then I don't think you'll be of any use to