Human greed is evident to all.
The baseness of humankind has been demonstrated many times throughout history.
But whether it was the ancient Papal State era or the ancient Industrial Age, there were always some people with unwavering will who would fight against Norton until death.
This, in a way, highlights human integrity and the bottom line of humanity.
But things are completely different now than they used to be.
The Human Federation is enormous and has been invincible for far too long. The long period of peace and the absence of external pressure, coupled with the Human Federation Human Federation's seemingly fair and civilized electoral system, have in fact become the very foundation of its internal decay.
The lower classes of humanity may seem to be struggling to make ends meet every day, but in reality they are cunning, lazy, and treacherous. Their lives are already far better than those of the poor in the Papal State of the past, yet they suppress their inner desires, resent the rich and powerful, and wish they could rest seven days a week.
The middle class of humanity deceives their superiors and subordinates every day, wishing they could crush the lower class for personal gain, yet they fawn over the upper class, stuffing every bit of profit into their own bellies, growing fat and bloated, yet still lamenting that they are still inferior to even a corner of the heavenly palace.
The human elite have no internal or external troubles. All management is entrusted to a think tank they have cultivated. They indulge in banquets, music, or leisure activities every day. Their greatest hobby is to lie on the massive body of the nation and try to bite off a piece of flesh in order to ensure the eternal continuation of the family.
Even the various members of the Human Federation, governors, rulers, and even the current president of the Human Federation, have never had their hearts set on the Human Federation. Instead, they are like politicians in Europe or the America, only concerned with accumulating more benefits during their time in office.
This has led to the fact that, ten thousand years later, the seemingly powerful Human Federation is actually riddled with corrupt officials.
The saying "The emperor guards the nation's gates, the monarch dies for the state" has long since vanished. The truly ambitious, along with their indomitable spirit, perished in the two great wars against Norton. Now, only ghosts remain...
A wrinkled, withered old hand, like a chicken claw, slowly grabbed a handful of the girl's tender, fair skin, eliciting a gasp.
Piers's skeletal, aged face furrowed slightly, seemingly displeased with the exclamation. He then extended his two withered fingers and dug his thick, calloused, grayish-brown nails into the red broad bean, before applying pressure.
"Ah!"
Screams echoed in the room, followed by the stench of blood.
The charming actress who debuted this year and was already named a star of the era is now in tears, trembling all over but daring not to resist in the slightest.
Even the other women lying on the beds, their faces pale, ignored it all.
The stench of blood filled the dark room. Piers, lying amidst the plump white flesh, had bloodshot eyes. He bent down and crawled down from the white mountain he had just torn open, desperately sucking the rich, fragrant blood.
The faint struggles and screams gradually subsided. After a long while, the once fair and delicate body turned completely pale. Only then did Piers slowly stop, and the wildness in his scarlet eyes subsided somewhat.
"Ah... such a rich and fragrant taste, it's simply intoxicating. It's a pity that the drawbacks of Vampire are too great, otherwise they would have perfect immortality."
It's lamentable that our Pale God possesses the ultimate thing we all dream of, yet he recklessly indulges in the virtual world of the internet, just like a child carrying a golden treasure, unaware of his immense wealth.
Even his enjoyment of things was pathetic, like that of a country bumpkin!
"Hmph, as history has shown, that so-called Pale God was nothing more than a nouveau riche who suddenly rose to prominence. He had never seen the upper class, let alone the upper class of human civilization and technology that we have developed to this point."
Such country bumpkin behavior is perfectly normal.
However, since they possess powerful weapons, we must act with utmost gentleness and avoid any confrontation!
History has twice shown that there is no benefit in confronting that Pale God head-on. By learning from history, we can understand the rise and fall of dynasties. Now that Pale God has been resurrected, his power is clearly far greater than before, so we must not resort to force.
Therefore, it would be better to use modern, sophisticated psychology to exert subtle pressure on that Pale God, while simultaneously arranging for people to properly educate the orphans who are about to be sent to the Pale Holy See, thereby subtly influencing him.
A voice of agreement rang out from the side.
Several delicate bodies lay sprawled on the soft bedding next to them. An old man with withered skin, looking like a little old man, lay there, enjoying the warmth and softness of the human blanket.
This is Ranier.
Piers, Ranier, is a major shareholder of the Xiernuo Consortium, one of the behind-the-scenes controllers of the Human Federation, and also Zetaer's two uncles.
However, these two old men are too old, and have long since passed on their power and wealth to the next generation.
He's so old that he might pass away on the spot in another month or two.
Unfortunately, the rise of Vampire has given them a chance to achieve immortality.
Not only that, but now, with his revived body, he has once again taken control of the behemoth that is the Xiernuo Consortium.
Piers nodded slowly, chewed the red bean in his mouth, swallowed it, and his withered old face was ashen.
"Hmph, modern methods are far superior to Kobe's in the past. That Pale God, in his attempt to pursue humanity, indulges himself in the virtual world, revealing his weak spirit and lack of inner world."
Using today's brainwashing methods, perhaps a year is enough to restrict their thinking, and they might even become the sharpest knife in our hands in the future.
He, Pale God, pursued humanity, yet he failed to realize that by possessing humanity, he gained a weakness that we could exploit!
Ranier's face was equally grim, his withered hand constantly stroking the tender neck before him, a faint glint of crimson in his eyes. "Sigh, brainwashing is easy, only the matter of universal evolution might cause turmoil. At the very least, the distribution of power at the bottom might truly need to be redefined."
"Hmph, that's not something we need to worry about at all. As long as we serve that Pale God well, with him around, who can escape his control?"
"Regardless, evolving again is of paramount importance to us; I've truly had enough of this decaying body!"
Piers sighed deeply, looking at his withered and wrinkled skin, feeling utterly disgusted!