Purpose?
If I said the spread of the Maslow Quotations had merely originated from an accident, would you believe me?
At the beginning, I really hadn't intended to make things this big...
Listening to Barnabos's question, John could not help feeling a surge of emotion.
However, John also knew that even if he told him the truth, Barnabos would not believe it, nor would it help him persuade him to take up the position of Minister of Intelligence.
Besides, after witnessing so many scenes of hell, gaining so much trust, bearing the hopes and futures of countless people, and personally struggling for so long in this damned, oppressed hell...
He had long since made his choice regarding the road called the future.
Now, he could finally reveal that conviction openly and honorably.
Rather than remain the fraudster he once was, who had shamelessly used it as a tool for profit merely to survive!
After a brief moment of thought, John smiled and spoke to Barnabos:
"What exactly is my purpose in doing this? Barnabos, you have actually known the answer for a long time. You simply refuse to believe it, don't you?"
"Besides, rather than questioning whether I am a madman, I think you should consider another question."
"Why must the commoners, who have made the greatest sacrifices for the Empire, become people whose lives and deaths are at the mercy of others under the oppression of that so-called noble status?"
"As soldiers, they shed blood and sweat during wartime, even sacrificing their lives for the slogan of loyalty."
"But under the control of the nobles, what did they ultimately receive? What did their families receive?"
Facing Barnabos's constricted pupils, the smile on John's face gradually vanished.
He slowly rose from the main seat. Though his frame was thin, as