Li Xianfeng fell silent.
"Everyone is equal" was a politically correct belief, and a cornerstone of modern civilization.
The reason it was merely "politically correct" was that it could never be put into practice. From individual abilities to the ideologies of entire civilizations, where was there any true equality? All people could do was chant a few slogans.
But were those slogans useful?
Of course they were. At the very least, they could placate most of the population!
"Are kings, nobles, generals, and ministers born to their stations?" expressed precisely that idea.
Now, a genuinely superior class had emerged out of nowhere-the "superpowered class." It inherently stood above the political correctness of "everyone is equal," mercilessly tearing away that hypocritical emperor's new clothes to expose the ugly truth beneath.
What would happen to the world now?
Civilization...
Would die!
It would drop dead on the spot!
It would not even need an external enemy. It would burst apart from within like a balloon!!
At that thought, Li Xianfeng's pupils dilated, and sweat drenched his back.
He felt the crushing pressure of civilization's collapse bearing down from the heavens, a pressure born of the times and the terrifying currents within humanity itself.
External problems, at least, were something they could try to find ways to overcome.
But how were they supposed to resolve division and fragmentation from within?
He possessed the superpower [Reincarnator]. In theory, he was "immortal"!
But he came from the old era. From childhood, he had been taught that "everyone is equal." Even if it was only political correctness, he still believed humanity needed that slogan. Desperately.
The old era had not been a beautiful one, but there had still been a little hope.
Yet in the future, as a man from the old era, he would live