Not a big brother for many years [Quick Transmigration]

Until he really became the king of this country, Zhong Huan didn't want to understand how the matter developed to such an extent. He still remembered that he just wanted to free the slaves, and take revenge on all those who had hurt Borg Cecilia by the way. people only.

"This is probably the first time in my history that I wanted to do a task seriously, but it turned out to be a salty fish." Zhong Huan said seriously.

As for the system, after a series of ellipses appeared on the entire data thinking chip, he said in a sluggish voice, "This may be the so-called 'I could rely on my strength, but reality forces me to rely on my appearance'."

Zhong Huan's expression was particularly indescribable, "You are right."

The Principality of Mirik was thus established, and Zhong Huan was pushed to the position of a king.

All the slaves have been spontaneously arranged the future development direction and goals by Les Farah, and they are working hard in that direction according to his instructions.

But what Zhong Huan needs to do is to sit on the throne and be worshiped by all the people.

However, Les Farah also quite understands that the person sitting on the throne cannot be just a puppet without being loved by the people.

He even once believed that the reason why the slaves could unite and even have the power to revolt was because of Zhong Huan.

In fact, for Les Farah personally, it is true...

If there is no Zhong Huan, if there is no hypnotic power to let oneself feel the emotion, who would care about liberating the slaves?

Let those people die.

Les Farah's idea is so simple and straightforward, even rude.

Zhong Huan: "..."

System: "...Are you sure you will implement everything you decided at the beginning?"

Zhong Huan had planned to kill Les Farah completely early in the morning.

But the tool man worked too hard, and even indirectly whitewashed his identity to a certain position. At this time, there is no suitable excuse to kill him, but it is completely impossible.

"I think it's okay," Zhong Huan was sure that there would be no problems with his original plan.

Borg Cecilia's lifespan is only two years at most without special treatment or modification, and now it is only more than one year left.

At the beginning, there was only one and only one ending that Zhong Huan wanted Les Farah to achieve.

Even Les Farah is crazy enough to regard Zhong Huan as Allah and still have faith.

But the only thing a sober person can imagine is...

Zhong Huan sat on the throne that had been changed, but it was still white. Facing the nervous man standing not far from him, he said, "Less,"

"I'm here."

"Do you remember what I said at the beginning?"

"Where do you mean?"

"After the slaves are freed, you will be let to die." Zhong Huan said in a very cold voice, as if he had no human touch.

But Les Farah has all kinds of reasonable means of explanation, and he will not feel abandoned or painful. He just thinks that it is his goal at the beginning. If the goal at the beginning can be discovered through the process If things change, it can only show that the goal is wrong, but if he can always stick to his goal, it proves that he has always believed that he is not wrong.

The people I believe in have been unswervingly moving towards their goals. What a beautiful scenery this is!

Les Farah's breathing became disordered again.

"If that's what you want, I'll do it too."

Even if he was going to die, he felt that he could do it.

Les Farah never felt that his life was meaningful, and he was still alive only because he never felt what happiness was, but now being watched by Zhong Huan was already a kind of happiness.

He could even feel the meaning of the various emotions Lisa had before she died. Maybe he died in front of Zhong Huan, or even under his gaze, in Zhong Huan's arms. What is happiness...

"May I ask you a question?" Les Farah asked, raising his head.

Zhong Huan looked at him and said calmly, "Yes."

"Will you be happy with my death?"

Zhong Huan raised his eyebrows.

"A question like this doesn't make any sense."

"The death of others cannot bring me any happiness, and after the initial pleasure of revenge is over, there will only be emptiness."

"What I need is not the achievement of the goal, but the next goal after the goal is achieved, and the process of completing the next goal. It will be a never-ending life journey."

After Zhong Huan became clearer about his cognitive concept, he also understood which direction he should go.

"But although your death can't bring me happiness, the goal I need to achieve now is to let you experience endless pain and death."

Les Farah looked at him in surprise, and said in disbelief, "So you actually have such a lofty goal?"

"I am a lunatic, you know, I am also a person without any feelings, although I don't know why I have extremely strong feelings for you, but it is almost impossible for me to die in endless pain Achieved."

How exactly can someone with anaffective disorder be tortured?This is probably a problem.

Even though Les Farah could feel pain when faced with being whipped, he would not feel any hatred or anger.

That's the nature of the psychopath.

Completely crazy, but also completely empty.

"It will happen, and all you need to do is look forward to the painful death."

Zhong Huan's voice was extremely indifferent, but Les Farah, who heard his words, showed an excited expression. Even Zhong Huan, who hadn't used special means to detect it at this time, couldn't be sure what the excitement was. Pretend, or because of the emotional branches of the false feelings he created.

And then...

Just after Zhong Huan was enshrined as the king of Mirek, the mother-in-law who lived opposite Borg Cecilia, including all the slaves who had survived, was no longer a slave, but a resident of the Principality of Mirek. After the identity, when everything was thriving, Zhong Huan's body suddenly deteriorated.

The system sealed all the pain sensations that would come from his body for him, and Zhong Huan was even able to do a very beautiful gesture of vomiting blood without showing any painful or uncomfortable expressions on his face.

Although he can do it even when the system doesn't seal the pain sensation.

Just like now, in the process of eating, Zhong Huan suddenly stopped the movement of the knife and fork, and a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He was able to pick up the tablecloth from the table very calmly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then closed his mouth tightly.

Although he can create an astonishingly beautiful picture, he is not very able to accept a picture with a mouth to speak, and the teeth in his mouth have turned red.

It wasn't until a servant with an employment contract brought up water that Zhong Huan rinsed his mouth and then said to Les Farah who was sitting opposite him with his brows furrowed, "Now, do you feel the pain?"

Les Farah's brows were furrowed, and he had no idea what the sudden emotion in his heart was.

He only felt that the beating speed of his heart seemed to be suppressed by something. It was stuffy and uncomfortable, but he couldn't tell whether it was uncomfortable or what caused it.

So he could only say stubbornly, "I didn't feel any pain."

"Besides, I have no reason. You are in pain because of vomiting blood, isn't it? Why do you think that your bleeding and injury will make me feel painful?"

Les Farah couldn't understand it.

Zhong Huan wouldn't be able to tell him the answer kindly, it was enough for him to notice the various emotions aroused by the subtle changes in his expression.

It's not that Les Farah doesn't feel pain, it's just that this part of the pain is not enough to make him realize that he is a person, not a self-recognized monster without any emotions.

He just asked Zhong Huan to eat more like an idiot. After being stared at by the traveler for several times, it was the latter who voluntarily gave up and continued to communicate with this strange creature.

And Zhong Huan also refused to eat.

Once I think of the blood I spit out, I will swallow it back into my stomach because of the food... It's too disgusting, okay?

He didn't like to eat, and often vomited blood, his body naturally weakened, and Zhong Huan could even clearly feel that his body was losing flesh every day.

And when Zhong Huan was sitting in front of the king's file, dealing with the things that Les Farah thought he should handle, Les Farah himself showed various strange expressions of discomfort.

It seemed to Zhong Huan that, knowing his beliefs, he was extremely unwell at this time, and offered him various jobs that would make him even more unwell. Les Farah is a fool, right?

But fortunately, this idiot has implemented Zhong Huan's goals for Mirek's future development very well.

Zhong Huan had a lot of ideas about how the western countries survived, but when the entire country had only a few hundred thousand people, he didn't have any big ideas.

As far as the Wolf Principality next door has been squeezed and only occupies a very small part of the country, Zhong Huan can only reluctantly feel that,

good?

At least after most of the slaves were planned as Mirik citizens, the remaining nobles and civilians in the next-door Wolfe Kingdom did not have 3 people.

Later, most of the civilians also ran away. When the slaves could not be the targets of oppression by the nobles, they only chose to oppress the civilians.Civilians are human beings, and they don't want to be the target of oppression, so it's only natural to flee.

But even a small country with only 3 people can be called a medium-sized country in this world.

Zhong Huan once asked Les Farah a question, "How many people are there in the smallest country on the mainland?"

The answer I got was, "More than 120 people."

More than 120 people will be able to establish a country...

Zhong Huan gave up and continued to think about the meaning of his identity as a king.

But since these slaves include her mother-in-law, Zhong Huan will find ways to make them better, whether it is agriculture or industry, you must know that the technological development of this world is equivalent to the west in the seventeenth century.

Although there is still no electricity.

Zhong Huan was too lazy to think about whether the technological development he brought after his death would be called a time traveler or something by later generations. He just wanted to let his mother-in-law live a safer and happier life for the rest of her life. .

By the way, there is also the reincarnation of Borg Cecilia, and he must live in a peaceful society.

So he got electricity, built a better and stronger house, ordered a large number of potatoes to be planted with a very high yield per mu, and cotton was added to the cold winter that he couldn't survive. When Zhong Huan needs something, the system will also become a very useful tool.

In such a society where it is difficult to survive, it would not do any harm for Zhong Huan to make any changes to it.

First of all, he is the king, and second, those changes have been proven time and time again to be for the good of the citizens of Mirek, and of course everyone will not have any opinions.

And then... Zhong Huan's body suddenly declined after a year of normal work.

The blond boy lying on the bed with a pale face seemed to leave this world at any moment.