Li's vision was filled with gold. He suddenly swung his arm, trying to make the golden light disappear. Yet when it vanished, Shaka was nowhere before him. Li discovered in astonishment that he had somehow appeared in a bustling district.
Though rather than a bustling district, it was more like a slum.
"Thump..." Li suddenly heard a sound like a heartbeat. Then a cry rang out beside his ear. "I refuse to accept this!"
Li listened blankly to the voice. Though it was childish, he could vaguely tell that it belonged to Shaka. Following the sound, he saw a blond boy collapsed on the ground. The boy tried to struggle, but he seemed to have starved to his limit and had no strength left to get up.
Why were people born into different ranks...
Why were Brahmins and Kshatriyas born so high above everyone else...
Were all the unfair things in this world meant to exist...
Could it be...
"No, they aren't," Li slowly said.
The blond boy abruptly raised his head and glared at Li, seemingly unable to understand why Li was speaking to him. Li merely said slowly, "People are born equal. But if someone thinks he is superior to you, then just kill him. If Brahmins and Kshatriyas think they are superior to you, then get rid of them. If you think you shouldn't be beneath others, then stand at the very top. Once you stand at the very top, then... nothing in this world will make you feel unequal anymore. Because the ones who must accept inequality won't be you, but everyone else."
At Li's words, the blond boy's eyes widened. He seemed unable to believe that anyone would dare say such things. But then he lowered his head again, as though trembling, as though pondering