Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore

The atmosphere on stage suddenly tightened. The king began to feel fear, and the nobles plotted various schemes. The warm yellow lights overhead were gradually replaced by a cold luster, which further highlighted their panicked and sinister expressions. However, they showed no remorse and discussed various ways to make the hero stop overthrowing their rule.

They tried to bribe the hero with money, but the hero was not greedy.

They continued to lull the brave man into complacency with beauty, food, and power, but the brave man remained calm, disciplined, and rational, completely unmoved.

Even the death of his companions gave him more motivation and an even more resolute heart.

They used every means they could think of, tempting and wooing their rulers with the most extravagant and luxurious temptations, but all they got in return was a crumbling regime.

In the end, the king had to admit that the hero truly lived up to his reputation as a hero who appeared in chaotic times.

He is steadfast, strong, kind, calm, composed, and brave... He possesses all the qualities a hero should have.

There was no trace of human darkness in him; it was as if the hero was born to save the world.

Finally, the bishop, having exhausted all other options, came up with a solution—

He told the king that none of this was their fault.

The root cause of all these calamities is the gods!

It is an evil god who toys with humanity; it is a despicable god who brings them endless war and disaster!

It’s all the gods’ fault! What does it have to do with us ordinary humans?

—That’s actually quite ridiculous.

When their rule became unstable, the bishops who believed in God chose to betray God, letting God bear the blame and punishment on their behalf.

Doesn’t this imply that their faith has never been in God himself, but rather in themselves?

At that moment, the ugly rulers displayed the ugliest aspects of human nature in full.

The king accepted the hero and tearfully confessed his sins to him, while also presenting the shield he had found—

”Actually, all the targeting and probing of you before were a kind of test.”

The king, clutching his crown as if struggling to prop up his crumbling rule, spoke in a trembling voice, tinged with a hint of persuasion and coaxing. His gaze fell upon the hero, but also upon the followers behind him—

A hero has no weaknesses.

But his companions, those commoners, were just ignorant commoners.

When pushed to the brink, they will fight back, but just as easily given a glimmer of hope, they will quiet down and remain weak.

This is also human nature.

It is the essence that the rulers have grasped that has enabled them to rule to this day.

The king became even more certain, his voice no longer trembling, and his tone growing more sorrowful: ”It is said that the evil god controls the seven deadly sins of humanity, and all mortals will inevitably be controlled by him. But you are different, hero; you were born to fight against evil.”

”You are not lustful, not addicted to pleasure, not short-tempered, humble and brave, intelligent and rational.”

”We have never been enemies—”

As the king spoke, the stage floor where the actor was standing began to slowly rise, as if the king, who was high above, had finally regained his sovereignty, and everyone below the stage looked up at him, including the brave warrior who had come here.

That visual transformation made him seem like an evil god.

But that makes sense, the evil god is a lie after all.

Humans are more despicable than gods, and they are even more prone to lying than gods.