"You fear, you tremble, but have you ever thought that this is your only chance? Find a house in the city, secretly change into decent clothes, and you can become noble upper-class people. Why not give it a try!"
Wu Geng stood in the slums shouting loudly, but the passing crowd was extremely apathetic. Although the gates were physically broken by the Tyrant, the gates in their hearts remained, shackling them here.
After a while, the crowd gradually dispersed. A burly man emerged, looked at the young man shouting passionately, and said with a disdainful smile, "What you're doing is useless."
"Why?"
"Because I tried it before."
Modus wore a reminiscent expression. He rested his chin on one hand and continued, "Once, I thought everyone was born equal, with no distinction between nobles and commoners. As long as belief exists in one's heart, even the weakest can reach unimaginable heights."
