My hero is myself

If you really can't see, how do you know I'm winking?

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The exiles refer to the fallen awakened ones.

Extraordinary power brings an improvement in strength and also brings a sense of psychological superiority.

Even when filtered by heroic beliefs, not everyone is consistent.

The tasks that awakened people face are dangerous and complex, and it is understandable that some people cannot persevere under great pressure.

For various reasons, there will be some awakened people who no longer agree with the concept of the alliance.

Refusing to fulfill obligations and no longer pursuing higher realms.

I think that if I stop at my current state, I will be very satisfied.

Or they think that their strength and efforts should lead to better and more enjoyment.

The Alliance will do its best to help every awakened person return to the right path.

But there are always those with stubborn ideas. The first warning, the second time will be to reduce benefits and arrange mandatory tasks.

If you continue to go your own way and refuse to fulfill your responsibilities, you will be exiled.

Of course, before this happens, it will be reviewed to see if the Exile has committed any further depravity.

For example, using strength to bully ordinary people, and using extraordinary powers to escape legal sanctions.

Those with serious crimes will naturally be killed directly, and the preferential treatment for the awakened ones will not be unlimited.

The Alliance upholds the belief that the world's oceans will be a better place, but King Kong's eyes are angry, his blade is turned inward, and he never shows mercy.

The positive and uplifting atmosphere of the alliance is also the result of strict punishments and strict law enforcement.

A world that accommodates exiles becomes an exile world.

In these worlds, resources are nearly exhausted and are no longer valuable for development.

The population living on it is very small, and there is no possibility of becoming stronger through cultivation, so it cannot become a spontaneous and positive variable.

That is a world where no more heroes will be born, and a world that is about to die.

In the exile world, the exiles who possess extraordinary power are "immortals" in the upper world compared to the survivors.

They worship, seek refuge, and fight against the last rays of light before the death of the world.

The exiles will find it a bit difficult to exile the world, but there are no alliance restrictions. They can easily become Buddhas and ancestors, ascend the throne as emperors, call the wind and rain, and control everything.

Life is more "free".

In indulgence, most exiles will completely degenerate, and eventually become a world of exile, a period of consciousness that no longer has the birth of self-thinking, and gradually returns to the opportunity.

There are also a small number of exiles who will feel empty in the easy enjoyment and miss the companions who used to pursue a higher realm of life...

They will find that the red tape of the alliance, which they regard as the Holy Mother's regulations, actually ensures that they are innerly strong and determined, and will not be easily corrupted by easy enjoyment.

This small group of exiles may reawaken, prove their active thinking through assessment, and return to the alliance.

Of course, the tasks you will have to undertake after returning will inevitably double, and the responsibilities you evaded back then will turn into debts.

This is not a game, there is a return gift package, and exile is an extremely serious punishment.

However, these people who have experienced the ups and downs of the second awakening can get rid of the extravagant desires and re-establish a heart of inquiry. Naturally, they have the perseverance to face everything ahead.

The tempered will becomes stronger.

This is a bit like the difference between studying directly for graduate school after graduation and studying for graduate school after already working.

The former just followed the study habits developed over more than ten years and wanted to get a higher diploma and find a better job.

The latter really understood what they lacked and made up for the shortcomings in a targeted manner.

There is a big difference in subjective initiative.

Although the proportion of secondary awakenings is pitifully low, as long as such young people are born, the exile system will not be abolished.

As for the past, some people in the Alliance believed that the Exile was unfair to the natives of those worlds, and released the Exile without their permission...

The league never responded to the question.

Danger is everywhere in the world's oceans, and limited resources will be given priority to those with more value and hope in the world.

The world that will be selected as the place of exile can also be called a ruin. The living environment is originally very difficult.

Even without the Exiles, they have no future.

The rebellious son of his own family was thrown into a barren wasteland through labor reform, hoping that one day the Metamorphosis would be staged.

Choosing between evil and environmental pollution...

Sorry, the alliance thinks that its own villain is more friendly and is willing to provide them with a piece of soil.

The simple room Roland was in at this time was located in a world on the edge where the star was about to extinguish.

Once upon a time, this was a home planet of advanced civilization that could build a Dyson sphere.

But as the first generation of civilization emerged from its cradle, the resources of a galaxy simply could not meet the development of technology.

Planets were dismantled to build Dyson spheres, and elements were extracted from stars to serve as fuel for spacecraft.

The pioneers of civilization began their expedition to the star sea.

More and more fleets left, and those who stayed behind faced the extinction of their stars.

The once habitable Dyson sphere withstood the disaster of the outbreak, but ushered in a cold doomsday.

Creatures and civilizations have experienced ups and downs several times, but they are still multiplying tenaciously at this time.

However, the current masters of the Dyson Sphere are no longer the race that originally established it.

They are small animals that live in symbiosis with big cities, like rats on Earth.

They don't know that this is a Dyson sphere, a man-made object.

The open and vast world was enough for them to run, and a creation legend similar to the round sky and the square earth was born...

It's just that this world is always cold, there is a limit to the number of creatures it can accommodate, and it's getting colder.

Until an exile arrives.

Heroes will no longer respond to the Exile, but the Hero class will not disappear.

He used the knowledge and skills he had mastered to transform the local races into human-like appearances, and optimized each appearance into handsome men and beautiful women.

A huge shelter was built, called the Ice Capital, which gathered the last population on Dyson Sphere.

He is the supreme ice god in the royal capital, the emperor who decides the life and death of tens of millions of people with one word.

The Ice King has been operating for 70 years, and now there is a sense of panic permeating the city.

In the past, they only needed to sing praises to God and worship God.

There are a few "lucky ones" who offer their wives and daughters to serve the Ice God, but most people can have enough to eat.

But now, the Ice God no longer makes requests to them, nor responds to their requests.

The mysterious ice tower was completely silent.

There are fewer and fewer supplies available to the outside world, there are problems with the operation of many facilities, and everyone is starting to go hungry again...

"The exile who built this sanctuary must have had his mind severely worn out and is about to die."

Roland digested the memories in his mind and soon realized the root cause of the current situation in the Ice Capital.

Spending all day and night in extravagance and lust, with no access to new information, only repetitive happiness.

Over time, human wisdom will disappear, leaving only the instinct of the beast.

The beast cannot control the hero class, nor can it rule such a metropolis with a population of tens of millions.

The exile's body can still survive for a long time because of his strength and the materials he masters.

But the spirit has gradually disappeared, and he is too lazy to respond to everything in the outside world.

For those who cannot awaken a second time, death is the most common outcome.

Time is the most ruthless force in the world, and diamonds cannot really last forever.

Only with the wisdom of countless fellow travelers shining together and inspiring each other can we get through the long night.

Those who live in isolation and indulge in pleasure often turn themselves into fireworks.

Beautiful but short-lived.

Only a very small number of people can persevere in the darkness and maintain their sobriety with some intense pursuit.

"But I'm not here to save him."

“This world is just a springboard for me.”

"The 70-year order has allowed some indigenous people to regain their dreams, show their spiritual talents, and be absorbed into the Alien Fire Order."

"I need to find a suitable opportunity and a suitable occasion to show my talent, and then be discovered by the people of the Alien Fire Cult..."

The plan drawn up by Stephanie and her advisers flowed through Roland's mind.

Combined with his own identity, the Life Weaver Butterfly began to activate.

At this time, his bedroom door was banged hard several times, and a rough male voice sounded:

"Xiaolan, dinner is ready."

Roland frowned and found relevant information in his memory:

This body is not Tiansha Lone Star, but also has an older brother...

Because my brother is a workaholic and is away from home every day, they never noticed when they chose a host.

"Why bother? It's just the dregs of porridge."

Luo Lanxue muttered and walked out of the bedroom.

Volume 141 Entering Kyushu for the First Time: Chapter [-] There is always someone who should walk towards the light

The body that Roland occupied at this time, whose real name was Roland Kerton, was a skinny, blond boy.

As you grow older, you can only eat porridge most of the time, and it is impossible to get strong.

"Many people in the city now don't even have porridge to drink!"

Hearing his complaint, the young man in the living room wearing a straight black uniform gave his brother a fierce look.

Then he lowered his head and continued to eat in a hurry.

Roland also sat at the dining table. The food in front of him was very simple:

A bowl of porridge from unknown crops mixed with sawdust, and a small plate of pickled vegetables.

This is the ruins.

In a world that is about to die, there are problems with material circulation and energy circulation, and the quality of life is on the verge of doom.

However, Roland had been an emperor, experienced the tribal era, and suffered wars.

There are no high requirements for the quality of life, and any conditions are acceptable.

However, the original owner of this body had been hungry all year round and had a lot of resentment in his heart.

His older brother, Leo Cton, had excellent academic performance and was elected to the internal investigation agency under the Royal Capital Council.

This is a privileged organ that supervises and examines internal corrupt elements.

And with the current situation in the Ice Capital, as long as Leo turns a blind eye at some critical moments, the quality of life of the two brothers can be greatly improved.

But Leo was a decent man and refused all possible illegal income.

In the original owner of the body, those uncles were doing shady business and living a good life.

Even some women in that kind of business can look at their brothers with disdain.

The whole king was laughing at the poor but not at the prostitutes. Why did his brother have such strange persistence?

Even because of this persistence, he was isolated and bullied by some guys with "background".