Zhang Ming put his pen to paper several times, but still failed to write down any opinion.
He was only an outsider. What right did he have to take a seat at the gambling table and put down his chips?
After thinking for a long time, Zhang Ming wrote a simple letter: "Hello, Old Wang. From a god's-eye view, a strong, unified human government is indeed necessary."
"Across the Demon God's Sea, there are civilizations far stronger than humanity, yet they still declined. I don't believe good fortune will favor humanity forever."
"Over a longer timescale-a thousand years, two thousand-humanity as it stands is certain to perish. Someone needs to rewrite history, and someone needs to take action."
"A ruthless conqueror and a hero are only a hair apart. History is often written by the victors. As for the price paid and the sacrifices made, they amount to no more than a sentence in the annals of history. Sometimes, not even that."
"But whatever the case, if you asked me to be the one holding the sword, I wouldn't be capable of it. I dislike political scheming, and when faced with human suffering, I would inevitably grow softhearted..."
"Anyway, Old Wang, whatever you do, just make sure you take responsibility and have a goal of your own."
At this point, Zhang Ming let out a long sigh.
There was actually another way: prove his right through sheer strength!
Beat anyone who refused to submit to death and bring the entire world to heel!
Of course, even if Old Zhang had that kind of power, he would never get involved in politics...
The human heart was a tangled mess.
With all the so-called "diversity of the human species," everyone had their own ideas. The endless shouting matches alone could drown a