O43novel #1101 - Chapter 1101 The Same Empire
#1101 - Chapter 1101 The Same Empire
“I have never been a citizen of the Empire!”
Omen said viciously.
“I am not like you, enjoying the status and treatment provided by the Empire.”
“From the moment I was born, I have been a slave of the Empire.”
“From the time I had memories, you have been instilling in me the greatness of the Empire, telling me about the glory of the Empire and such.”
“But the question is, have we, the slaves at the bottom, ever shared any favor from the Empire?”
“No!”
“Not even a little bit!”
The frantic roar echoed in the machine-filled room.
No matter how the machines roared, they could not cover up Omen's anger.
Because at this moment, he no longer cared about his identity and began to tell his true thoughts.
“My parents were both workers in the Empire's factories.”
“Every moment, they were in small rooms, manufacturing the weapons and ammunition needed by the Empire's lords, breathing polluted toxic gas all day long.”
“They worked so hard, at the cost of their lives, what did they get in return?”
“They got nothing!”
“They passed away before they reached the age of fifty, suffering from the pain of illness before their death.”
“The only care the Empire gave them was, after their death, a drunken priest was sent to their coffin in a hurry, and he performed the simplest Mass for their already cold bodies!”
“And I am walking their old path!”
“I work in the factory, and my children will also work in the factory, until they die.”
“We have no future, no channels for advancement, and no ability to do anything other than be workers.”
“Because the burden of life tells us that if we want to realize our dreams, we will only starve to death!”
“Under such circumstances, how dare you say that I should die for such an Empire?”
Omen shouted angrily, and at the same time, his hands gradually approached the operating table of this Doomsday Drilling Machine.
The duty of worker Omen is very special.
As long as he is willing, he can stop the engine of this Doomsday Drilling Machine.
So seeing this scene, the old soldier Hans's e-cigarette flickered, and he also stretched his left hand to his waist, it seemed that he was preparing to do something...
“We are the bottom of the Empire, but we are not fools!”
“Although we have been at the lowest end of the Empire, we have also heard that the high-level members of the Empire live such a luxurious life, those lords who rule us are actually humans from another world.”
“We have also heard that their lives are already two extremes from ours.”
“The limit we can imagine is not enough to describe their lives.”
“So in this case, do you still think that we live in the same Empire?”
“No!”
“You are the Empire itself.”
“You enjoy everything the Empire gives you, wealth, glory, and the future.”
“And we are just your slaves!”
“The Empire gives us only pain, darkness, and an ending that is not even a tragedy!”
“Now, do you still think that your Empire and my Empire are the same Empire?”
Omen turned his head, holding a steel wrench in his hand that was originally used to repair this machine.
And he also noticed the small movements of the old soldier Hans.
He, who wanted to go home and return to his family, had made up his mind.
As long as Hans wanted to stop him, then he would definitely smash the wrench on the other's head without hesitation.
After all, such a weak old soldier could never defeat him.
But, Hans just silently opened a pocket on his waist, and under Omen's gaze, handed over something.
And this is a...
Blood-stained photo.
“This.....”
Omen took the photo with trembling hands.
On the photo were the old soldier Hans and Hans's family.
Hans and his wife, and a pair of children holding toy guns, smiling foolishly at the camera.
However, somewhat different from what Omen imagined, Hans's children were not dressed gorgeously, at most they were just cleaner.
They looked no different from Omen's bottom-level workers.
“This is my family.”
The old soldier Hans showed a weak smile.
“I have thought about everything you said.”
“The Empire in your eyes and the Empire in my eyes are actually the same.”
“The high-level members of the Empire are immersed in the rotten hotbed of the Empire, like fat white maggots, devouring the essence of the Empire.”
“And we, these workers, these soldiers, must die for these stupid bastards who despise us.”
“We don't even have a chance to share a piece of the pie, it's the same.”
“Then why are you still doing this?”
Hearing this, Omen was puzzled.
He did not understand why Hans was so similar to him, but still insisted on going to die.
“Because the truth and glory promoted by the Empire are all false.”
“But our family is real!”
“In this vast Empire, there is my family.”
“If my death can win this war, and let my family behind see the sun tomorrow.”
“Then I am willing to die.”
“For the Human Empire!”
Hearing this, Omen was silent.
The hand holding the wrench was also trembling.
Finally....
He threw down the wrench, turned his head, and placed the photo of his family, together with Hans's photo, on the operating table.
“For the Human Empire!”
Hans's weak voice entered Omen's ears.
And when Omen turned his head again, he suddenly found that the old soldier, who seemed like he would never die, had lowered his head.
He died.
Died tens of thousands of meters below the ground, unknown to anyone.
“For...”
“The Empire!”
After Omen muttered, he pressed the button on the machine next to him.
Several hours later, five out of the six Doomsday Drilling Machines arrived at the designated area as agreed.
And below this group of them, is the Empire's treasure house....