I won again lying down today [Zhongyingmei]

Emperor Star is 7893 million light years away.

After hundreds of years of rebellious wars, the pursuit of spiritual power by the people of the empire has almost reached a pathological level.

This kind of special power that can strengthen one's body and make one's spirit incomparable, without the government's propaganda and guidance, is crazily sought after by everyone.

All children, from birth, will be taken by their parents to special medical institutions for testing, to test whether their mental strength meets the standards, whether they are excellent, and whether they are strong.

Over time, some people integrated the data of spiritual power and divided it into five classes.

s is the most, a is next, b is ordinary, c is ordinary, d and below d are inferior species that should not exist at all and should be expelled.

Carl was born into such a world.

He is a waste with 0 mental power, his parents are unknown, and he is left unattended.

Therefore, when he was a small group, he could only live in the darkest and most humid slums, getting up early every day, resting late at night, and working for people with slightly higher mental strength in exchange for a little income.

In this world, not having spiritual power is the original sin, and it is not easy to live.

More people were ruthlessly discarded when the test results were detected. The lucky ones were left with a mouthful of food, and the less fortunate ones had already turned into dust in the world.

Carl guessed that he should belong to the lucky group.

In my impression, he was abandoned in a slum when he was very young, but he didn't die. Although his life was not good, but he was still alive, which meant he was doing well.

Karl originally thought that he might be in such a daze for the rest of his life.

But one day, in his small, always drowsy head, he suddenly wanted to understand something.

He carefully observed the surrounding environment and the people around him, and then came to a conclusion.It is true that he is a person with 0 mental power, but he is not a waste.

Because he is not weak.

Living in the world, people with low mental strength will inevitably be bullied, and those with weaker physiques may be beaten to death one day.

But Karl found that no matter how cruel and vicious those attacks were, they could not leave any traces when they fell on him.

His seemingly weak body contained extremely powerful and surging energy.

This conclusion made Carl happy. The next time he was beaten, he thought about it, raised his fist, and tried to resist.

The result was even better than expected. With just a light touch, he tore a person's bones, and the person who always bullied him lay on the ground mourning and screaming, showing no signs of arrogance.

This was something worth venting about.

Carl himself stiffened.

Just now, when he was trying to kill someone, apart from the screams, there was a low, soft, stable and caring voice in his ear.

That voice was not pleasant, or even unpleasant, but it was magical, and it calmed him down slowly.

Such a warm tone is the kindness Karl has never felt in his life, just like the father and mother he once admired, so gentle that it is irresistible.

He heard the voice whispering in his ear, Clark, you know you can't do this, right?

With a click, Carlton stopped uncontrollably.

He wants to ask, who are you?Who is Clark?Why do you say that, obviously they are the ones who did something wrong, don't they?

But lowering his head, looking at the blood on his hands, he paused, and suddenly became confused like never before.

Carl only felt a pain in his head, as if he was being tossed non-stop by countless people holding torture tools.

It seems that after a long time, maybe not a while, he hesitated, he was really reluctant to part with the extremely gentle advice in his ear, and slowly put down his hand.

He no longer fought back, and instead of resisting, he was beaten even more severely by the bewildered mental power user.

Naturally, they couldn't hurt him. After they left, Karl slowly lowered his head and looked at his dusty palms.

He thought, you guys want me to do this, I can't be like them, can I?

The voice in my ear no longer appeared.

But he had a vague and extremely vague feeling that it had actually been with him all along, like his parents he had never met, silently pointing the way for him.

Time passed day by day, and Karl grew up day by day.

When he grew up, he had beautiful and profound lines, and a slender and strong figure. Even a hopeless abandoned person living in a slum and encountering many injustices did not stop him from becoming a kinder person.

However, it can only be like this for a lifetime.

The war against the Zerg on the front line is in full swing. When Carl watched the news, he thought about it more than once.

If you can use your own power to protect this world that may not be so beautiful, but still full of vitality, that would be great too.

It's a pity that although he has unparalleled strength, the conditions of the Imperial Military Academy are too harsh.

Without a strong spiritual power as a stepping stone, and without a high-status noble referral, he couldn't even get out of the slums.

However, even though the conditions are so difficult, with kindness and hard work, the name Carl, which stands for something different, is gradually shining brightly in the slums.

Things turned around on a certain day. On this day, a general came to the slum and found Karl.

This is an extremely easy-going officer. He does not agree with the division of superiors and inferiors and the expulsion of races brought about by spiritual power. Instead, he appreciates those who are talented and capable.

He found Carl, with a soft voice and a sincere manner.

Not only did he sincerely invite Karl to be used by him, but he was even willing to take away with him the partner who Karl met in the slums, who had low mental strength but had firm beliefs.

The young man had a pair of gentle and beautiful ice-blue eyes. Facing the officer's sincere eyes, he couldn't help but think that this was probably a messenger sent by heaven.

Even the thoughts are so gentle.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly gentle appearance may also hide rotten broken bones, and the seemingly kind angel may actually be the devil who came to kill him in hell.

With a single thought, Karl almost buried everything in it.

Many years later, the cold, cruel, indifferent and ruthless God of the Empire can't help but think about it in his spare time.

The most painful, regretful and unacceptable day in his life was nothing more than that.

He personally sent his companions to the execution ground.

Karl had no friends since he was a child, and was bullied a lot. This group of so-called wastes, who were as mentally weak and incompetent as him, were almost entirely his responsibility.

They may not have a deep relationship, nor a lifelong friendship, but when Carl asked if they would go to the battlefield with him, they agreed without hesitation.

They may not have strong abilities, but the bullying of the world has not bent their backs, and they are extremely brave.

But no one thought that the end of the road was not a battlefield, but brutal and inhuman torture.

The officer who seems to be wearing human skin is actually an out-and-out monster.

He experimented with human bodies, trying to make his mental power of neither high nor low go further.

The outside world is strictly ruled, and he is not satisfied with the few shrimps he can plunder with all his efforts, so he sets his sights on the slums.

Who else could be a more suitable target than this group of low-status, low-spirited, almost useless waste?

Although the leading young man is more difficult than imagined, although he is a waste with 0 mental power, he has an extraordinary physique.

But it doesn't matter, the big deal is to send him far away.

It is conceivable how Carl would break down when he came back from his hard work and saw blood and broken bones.

He fell on top of the bones, his straight back bent and let out a mournful roar.

He called out the gentle and guiding voice of many years ago, and questioned resentfully, he said, what is right?what is wrong?

No one answered him, so he murmured to himself, maybe I was wrong in the first place.

He lowered his head and knelt for a day and a night in front of the surviving bones of his companions, his pupils were red and filled with blood.

Then he stood up, crushed the general's neck, took another step, and stood on top of the proud empire, his red cloak fluttering.

Started his 20-year prostitution.

……

Carl was bored himself.

The furious god of the world, with unparalleled energy, the originally solid empire, under his rule, fell to pieces and fell into pieces.

But he didn't think there was any need for this group of broken bones that had rotted from the roots.

After all, he only needs to wave his hand, and without any effort, he can completely destroy it and cease to exist.

Just when he was getting tired and planning to destroy the foundation of the empire, he found a mysterious and special energy that seemed to want to stop him.

Karl dismissed this and ignored it, but just as he ignored it and was preparing for the next move, this surge of energy suddenly broke through his defense.

When he woke up again, the sky that had been shrouded in darkness and clouds for many years in the empire was, for some reason, shining white.

Carl raised his arms to cover his eyes, a look of boredom flashed in his beautiful, piercing ice blue eyes.

But soon, he found something wrong.

The sky here is bright and the light is soft. It is not his splendid and cold bedroom, nor is it the cruel but gloomy battlefield he is familiar with.

Here is small, dilapidated, bright, and vaguely familiar.

Rather, it looked like a place called a slum that he hadn't seen for 20 years.

The place that he personally destroyed 17 years ago.

Carl froze, frowning.

He stood up and saw his hands.

A pair of slender, rough, dusty but immature hands belonged to the bloodless hands of the young Karl.

Before he could react, a few messy breathing sounds reached his ears, and Karl suddenly raised his head.

Beside the dilapidated and dark low wall, there was a group of menacing faces, which belonged to the faces that he had kindly let go of many years ago.

Karl's ice-blue eyes drooped, covering the cruel look in them, and his complexion suddenly turned cold.