Mystery: Chaos Path

After Lunt followed Dici to his current workplace, he discovered that it seemed to be a newly opened factory. He had heard his colleagues mention it before, something about a steel mill, and it looked like there were quite a few people.

This discovery relieved Lunt.

"Dici, you're here! The speech is about to start, if you don't go now, you won't get a good spot!" A man greeted Dici after seeing him and hurried off in a certain direction.

Dici's expression immediately became anxious, and he pulled Lunt along, running in a certain direction.

"Wait, what speech?" Lunt asked, bewildered.

"You'll know when you get there." Dici didn't explain, pulling Lunt to an open space. He saw that many people had already gathered there, and in the center of the open space was a simply constructed platform with a man standing on it.

Lunt didn't recognize the man, nor did he know what was going on. He could only honestly stay by Dici's side, watching as more and more people arrived in the open space, many of whom were familiar faces. Some were his former colleagues, and some were his former neighbors.

Just as Lunt was surprised, the person on the platform finally began to speak. It wasn't flowery language; on the contrary, even someone as uneducated as Lunt could understand—the person was talking about society and the injustices within it.

"…We are all working hard, some even sleeping only four or five hours a day, spending the rest of the time working. Yet, even so, the wages we receive are still meager. We could even lose our jobs if someone is unhappy with us…"

Lunt thought of his dismissal today and couldn't help but clench his fists.

"…However, while we are hungry and homeless, while our children cry and ask us why there is nothing to eat today, those nobles, those wealthy people, are holding balls. They dance under crystal chandeliers, drink with gold utensils, and pile up mountains of food, only to discard it at will…"

Lunt thought of his wife, who almost ruined her eyes because they couldn't bear to use the lamp, and his daughters, who hadn't had a new dress in years. He was already starting to feel angry.

"…But is this right? Are they born nobles, born superior, while we are born slaves, destined to be oppressed by them? Generations ago, their ancestors were just ordinary people like us…"

The speaker's voice gradually became more impassioned, with a strong sense of agitation:

"Tell me, is this right?"

Lunt's emotions had been completely stirred up. He opened his mouth, wanting to say it wasn't right, but couldn't bring himself to say it because, in his understanding, the world had always been this way.

But at this moment, Dici next to Lunt shouted loudly, "This isn't right! No one is born to be a slave! Death to those nobles and wealthy people! We want to take back what belongs to us!"

This roar seemed to break some kind of barrier, and the people in the open space all shouted loudly:

"This isn't right!"

"Down with the nobles and the wealthy! The world belongs to us!"

"We want to work easily too!"

Under such a chorus of roars, Lunt felt his heart beating faster than ever before. He was a little scared, afraid that a noble or a wealthy person would appear and arrest them all.

But he was also very excited, even though Lunt himself didn't know what he was excited about.

Finally, Lunt opened his mouth and shouted, "This isn't right!"

It was a small voice, drowned out by the shouts of the crowd.

But Lunt seemed to have broken some kind of shackle in his heart, and he spoke again, this time shouting loudly:

"We want to work easily! We don't want to be slaves!"

Lunt didn't know how he spent the rest of the time, only remembering that he was very excited. When he came back to his senses, he was already sitting at the table.

"Why aren't you eating? If you're not hungry, I'll eat it." Dici across from him was dipping bread in meat soup, eating with relish.

Lunt snapped out of it and started eating without saying a word. After finishing his meal, he heard Dici say, "Do you want to work here? If you want to, I can take you to register now."

"I…" Lunt opened his mouth, not saying whether he wanted to work or not, but instead lowered his voice and asked, "Was what just happened serious?"

Lunt wasn't stupid, or rather, even the stupidest person wouldn't think this was an ordinary factory after what just happened.

"I guess it's serious. What do you think our factory actually makes?" Dici nodded, also lowering his voice, "I've seen some of the parts our factory produces; they're on those guns."

Lunt felt his hands tremble a little. He wanted to smoke again, but besides fear, there was also an inexplicable emotion.

"Aren't you afraid?" Lunt looked at Dici, who had a slightly excited expression, and couldn't help but ask.

"Afraid? Why should I be afraid?" Dici glanced at him and said casually, "Even if I don't participate in this, will I be able to survive? Don't be silly, Lunt. Those lords have never cared about the lives of us poor people. If we don't resist, you can go sweep my grave this time next year. Oh, I forgot, I can't afford a grave."

"If I resist, at least I'll be a man. Maybe the boss will even tell my story to others as an example in the future! That's better than starving to death!"

Saying this, Lunt took a big gulp of meat soup.

"But…" Lunt wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only ask dryly, "What if someone reports it?"

"Pfft!" Hearing this, Dici laughed and looked at Lunt, saying with a smile, "So that's what you're worried about!"

He then reached out and hooked Lunt's shoulder, pulling him closer, and said mysteriously, "Don't worry, our boss has magical powers. Report? Hmph, let them try."

Magical powers?

Lunt was a little confused, and various urban legends he had read flashed through his mind.

Although the mysterious was no longer public in this era, various mysterious urban legends had never been less.

Just then, Dici seemed to see something, his eyes lit up, and he motioned for Lunt to look in a certain direction: "Look! It's the boss! The boss is here! Hey, who's that person next to the boss?"

Lunt looked in the direction Dici indicated and saw a handsome man who gave the first impression of being as fiery as a flame, and next to the man walked a person dressed like a scholarly intellectual.

"…The weapons and food are all in place, and the ideological work is also done well. You're quite professional, Little Red!" Luo Lin, wearing the Lucifer persona, looked at the documents Medici handed him, and then glanced at the workers eating heartily around him, and couldn't help but smile at Medici.