Bibi Dong, You Are My Comrade

"Xiaogang... your concept is simply like a miracle that only a god could draw."

Inside the secret room, the young Bibi Dong still tilted her head back. Those eyes that originally could only hold romance and youth were now completely ignited by a grand sense of historical mission.

Yet she was, after all, a genius rarely seen in the Spirit Hall for a hundred years, and her political acumen was not entirely lost.

After the brief frenzy passed, Bibi Dong bit her red lip, a trace of deep anxiety flashing in her eyes, and then raised a very practical question:

"But Xiaogang, have you ever thought about it? Implementing this compulsory education isn't that just uprooting the nobles? Those old die-hards of the Upper Three Sects, as well as the imperial families of the Two Great Empires, hold high-tier combat power across the entire continent in their hands. How could they possibly be willing to divide the resources and privileges in their hands with those commoners?"

Hearing this question, Lin Fan could not help but be surprised.

The logical chain is actually made quite complete, right? Even the counterattacks of these vested interest classes have been calculated?

Thinking this in his heart, his expression sank.

For some unknown reason, when Bibi Dong asked this question, an indescribable seriousness suddenly surged up in his heart.

As a strategic player proficient in various Paradox strategy games and accustomed to "painting the map" of Earth, Lin Fan feared this kind of deduction least of all.

Not only was he not flustered at all, but instead he showed an expression as if he had seen through everything.

"Unwilling? Bibi Dong, remember this: in front of the wheels of history, there is simply no need for them to be willing."

Lin Fan walked over to the desk, pulled over a large piece of blank parchment in one motion, and then picked up a charcoal pencil, drawing a very sharp geometric figure on top of it.

He turned around, the violent flames named "Industrial Revolution" dancing in his eyes, and spoke the sentence that was regarded as truth in another world:

"Dignity exists only on the edge of the sword; truth is also only within the range of the Haundao ballista!"

"If they don't hand over their resources, as for us, we'll fight until they hand them out!" The charcoal pencil in Lin Fan's hand rubbed frantically against the parchment, making a rustling sound.

"Why do you think the Upper Three Sects can stand so high? Because they have Titled Douluo! Because high-tier combat power can crush numbers! But in my plan, this kind of tacky setup of personal heroism will all be swept into the garbage dump of history in the future!"

Lin Fan's pen tip paused for a moment, and a blueprint full of mechanical aesthetics unexpectedly appeared on the parchment—that was the "Individual High-Pressure Haundao Rifle" combining modern firearm principles with Douluo Continent soul power, as well as a "Haundao Main Cannon" like a steel behemoth!

"The first thing we need to do is not to beg them, but to transform all those Temple Knights of the Spirit Hall who only know how to charge on horseback into a mechanized civilian legion!"

"There's simply no need for high-tier soul masters! As long as they have awakened their martial souls, even if they are just commoners with only one or two ranks of soul power, after three months of standardized platoon drill, and then being issued Haundao rifles produced on assembly lines! Ten thousand civilian soul masters holding Haundao rifles, executing a three-row volley array, even a Titled Douluo will be beaten into a sieve in the dense soul power metal storm!"

The more Lin Fan spoke, the more excited he became, completely immersed in the single-player game thrill of his "climbing the tech tree": "Standardized assembly-line production! Unified caliber, unified parts! We don't need to cultivate any geniuses; what we want are machines of war! The vast sea of commoners, coupled with modern industrial armaments, is enough to grind the Upper Three Sects and the Two Great Empires into scum!"

Bibi Dong looked at those killing machines on the blueprint that she had never even heard of, listening to the description in Lin Fan's mouth, and the blood all over her body was boiling.

She seemed to have already seen the scene of those high-and-mighty nobles despairing and wailing under the artillery fire of the civilian legion.

However, just when Lin Fan thought his speech had ended perfectly, Bibi Dong suddenly quieted down.

She bit her lip, the fervor in her eyes being covered by a very clear pain, and her voice lowered:

"Xiaogang, everything you said... I understand it all."

"Yet have you ever thought that I am the old nobility you spoke of."

Lin Fan's pen tip stopped.

"I am the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall! Everything I eat, drink, and use is scraped from the commoners! Now you want to overthrow all of this, then... what should I do?"

Bibi Dong raised her head, staring unblinkingly into his eyes, her voice trembling, but her question was incomparably serious.

Lin Fan did not answer immediately.

He raised his head, looking very seriously into her eyes.

This silence lasted for just a few seconds, yet it made all the viewers across the entire continent outside the firmament hold their breath.

Lin Fan spoke, his voice so calm that it didn't sound like he was speaking words capable of changing the history of the Douluo Continent:

"Revolution is not about eliminating all nobles, but about making the identity of nobility no longer a privilege to exploit others from this day forward."

"If you are willing to become the first noble to lay down your privileges, then starting from today, you are no longer the Holy Maiden Bibi Dong."

He looked straight into her eyes, pronouncing a term never before seen in the Douluo Continent, word by word:

"You are—a Fellow Traveler."

Above the firmament, large golden characters burst out:

[Fellow Traveler: Those who walk side by side, partners fighting together for the same ideal.]

Bibi Dong's lips moved, repeating the term: "Fellow... Traveler..."

Then she smiled.

Within that smile, there were tears, a sense of relief, and something she had never experienced before, something grander than love.

"Truth... is only within range?!"

"Ten thousand commoners volleying could slaughter a Titled Douluo?!"

Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Sword Douluo Chen Xin only felt his whole body grow cold. He briefly imagined the scene of himself being focus-fired by ten thousand weird metal tubes that didn't require charging.

Even though he was the number one attacking Douluo in the world, his soul power would always run out eventually, and under that kind of firepower net where not even a breath of wind could pass through, there was only one end—death!

"Monster! This is a monster that will destroy the world!" Bone Douluo Gu Rong roared in terror.

Just as the nobles and powerhouses of the entire continent were scared out of their wits by Lin Fan's war theory, the firmament suddenly erupted with boundless golden light, forcibly interrupting the screen.

That grand voice, carrying the majesty of the Heavenly Dao, rang through the nine heavens once more:

[Ding! The first-stage plot slice has been completed!]

[Staged comparison voting settlement initiated!]

[Left-hand representative (Firmament Yu Xiaogang): 89.2% continent-wide voter turnout!]

[Right-hand representative (Reality Yu Xiaogang): 10.8% continent-wide voter turnout!]

[Settlement verdict: Firmament actor's vote rate exceeded the 85% warning line, perfectly crushing the counterpart!]

[Triggered "Staged Heavenly Dao Nourishment" reward!]

[From this moment on, all commoners and low-tier soul masters across the continent who cast their votes for "Firmament Yu Xiaogang" will receive a Heavenly Dao blessing—impurities in the body purged, soul power affinity permanently increased by 10%!]

Following this pronouncement by the system, a huge golden fissure split open in the very center of the firmament, and tens of millions of golden streams of light poured down, landing on every commoner in the Douluo Continent who had cast a vote for Lin Fan.

A miracle had descended!