Chapter 687 - 476: The Root of Trouble (Part 2)
As Malin walked into the train station’s waiting hall and saw Larraya and Clover in a pool of blood, witnessed the old couple from the Church of Justice confront Linz Mowish, and saw the actions she took standing on the side of the Nobility, he couldn’t help but sigh deeply.
If there were no Chaos, if there were no Tide of the Dead, would the ones clashing with swords be him, Malin, and the Nobles of this world?
So, when Linz pulled the trigger on the old lady, Malin extended his hand and caught the bullet.
With his left hand pushing forward, the giant hand of Spiritual Energy sent the daughter of the Mowish family flying out of the waiting hall.
Then he came beside Larraya and Clover, listening to everything the old lady said, Malin sighed in his heart. Why had everything turned out this way, why, after all the scheming against each other, had they ended up with such a malicious finality on the chessboard of Fate?
Everything has its limitations.
Hence, slavery was replaced by feudalism, feudalism was then replaced by democracy, and after that, the farce known as democracy unfolded time and again, until the people stood up and fought for a world of their own with their fists of iron.
Do you think Nobles, do you think the wealthy naturally tend toward philanthropy?
No, their kindness, their hypocrisy, their fear... they are all born from bloodshed.
Since the Stone Age, the best way to deal with problems in this world has always been to eradicate those who cause them... utterly.
Malin was lost in his musings until Linz’s roar echoed behind him.