Jia Xiu carefully studied the Cult of the Moon Mother Goddess's scripture.
He truly was curious just how far the strange cult's "fist style" had developed in this little town.
It really was rare.
A cult actually dared to put forward such a doctrine.
In a world that did not even seem to have reached the Industrial Revolution, where magic still existed, choosing to become a boxer was certainly quite an imaginative idea.
Fortunately, the Cult of the Moon Mother Goddess's influence was limited to Csejthe Town.
He had not heard of such ideas spreading anywhere else. Not even Saint Dero, the institution most receptive to new ideas—meaning every kind of new idea, good or bad, beneficial or harmful—nor Larven and its many other institutions had ever heard of such a theory.
That counted as good news.
This cult seemed none too bright. In an environment with supernatural power, where the upper limit of individual strength was astonishingly high, this sort of narrative could not possibly have much of a market if one thought about it.
This had nothing to do with gender. Even the notion that all life was equal could not spread here.
It was not that this world was too cruel. It was simply the truth.
A Legendary-ranked superhuman and an ordinary person with no supernatural ability at all might count as the same species when they were born, but afterward, the gap between them was greater than the gap between ordinary different species.
On that basis, forcibly insisting on equality was profoundly impractical.
What surprised Jia Xiu even more was that only after reading dozens of pages of this so-called scripture did he learn that their true doctrine was not even a pretense of equality while secretly seeking to devour all the benefits.
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