He had thought that anyone who could so easily carve up the power of the Nia Kingdom must have had some skill.
Though these people had gained some authority and become corrupt because of it, no matter what, they should not have been this rotten.
Yet reality was like a slap, landing heavily across his face.
The nobles of this world, even constrained by the Moral Law and facing the possible backlash of Public Morality brought by public opinion, could still oppress the lower classes so brutally.
They drove people to suicide in batch after batch, creating such a human tragedy.
Mokania's face first darkened, then turned pale, before flushing red.
Everything happening before his eyes was the sharpest condemnation of him.
Before this, Mokania had always believed that he was highly capable, that he could gather more people and push forward reforms within The Church, making the world a better place.
But now, reality told him that he did not possess that ability.
The world had become so chaotic under his design. The Moral Law, the perfect set of rules in his mind, had revealed far too many loopholes the moment it appeared, resulting in so many problems.
All of it made Mokania feel that his ideas for reform would also become a joke.
"The idea sounds good, but putting it into practice might only turn into a complete mess." Mokania could not help doubting himself like this.
In his imagination, he would restrain the nobles of The Church, allowing its benefits and resources to flow toward the lower classes.
But judging by the current situation, he could not do it.
Forget the nobles of The Church—even the nobles within his own world were beyond his control.
At this moment, Mokania felt utterly despairing inside.
His thoughts stirred changes