"Those gods were like greedy dragons, perched in cities atop lofty mountaintops, looking down from the clouds upon lives of endless drudgery. They demanded that all living beings provide them with wealth and labor, and even turn themselves into pigs for their amusement and consumption."
"Humanity's counterattack began."
"The revolution began."
Leo spread his hands and sighed. "But those gods were simply too powerful."
"They could effortlessly wield thunder and storms, torrential rain and clouds. They could use flames and earthquakes, turn rock into metal, turn toys into soldiers, stretch people's arms and legs long without killing them, turn humans into enormous giants and make them fight each other for entertainment, or shrink humans down to tend their flowers and gather honey."
"Compared to the power of those gods, humanity's strength was as insignificant as ants. It seemed humanity could only work for them like ants, entertain them, and be eaten by them, so that the rest of humanity could barely survive and mankind would never be extinguished."
"But some people had not forgotten that humanity had never needed gods."
Leo smiled softly. "Those people appeared. The revolutionaries appeared. At first, there were only ten of them, but then people continued joining them without end."
"Some had family members who had died at the hands of the gods. Others had long since been driven mad by this oppressive atmosphere and society, and were ready to risk their lives in one desperate gamble. In short, more and more people joined them. They grew stronger, more organized, more disciplined. At last, they had a government in name—a government underground and beyond the Celestial Dragons' sight, yet one whose truth everyone tacitly helped conceal. It was, in every sense, a government of the people."
"They split into two groups. One gathered the strongest