[Hidden Worldview Unlocking]
Humans have always been filled with longing and curiosity for the vast starry sky.
Driven by this curiosity, in the last century, a probe named Voyager was sent beyond the solar system by the Beautiful Country.
Inside the probe, information about humanity and a desire for friendship were recorded.
As most people understand, this matter eventually ended without a trace.
However, the truth was not so.
After the probe broke through Neptune's orbit and continued to fly beyond the solar system, it completely lost contact with Blue Star.
In the vast universe, this probe seemed to have not stirred even a ripple.
And the struggle for supremacy between the world's two powers ended not long after with the disintegration of the Bear Country.
The Beautiful Country, considering itself the lighthouse of humanity, thus monopolized world hegemony.
Humanity's twentieth century thus came to an end.
...
Having gained world hegemony, the Beautiful Country turned the entire world into its backyard through military, financial, grain, and cultural means.
Under the influence of the Beautiful Country, humanity no longer cared about the world beyond the sky, nor pursued genuine ideals and moral principles.
Profit,
the pursuit of more profit, became the main theme of the world.
As the sole superpower, it occupied the top position in the food chain.
But in just a few decades, this world's greatest nation, having lost its external threats, gradually became more and more decadent.
Politicians only cared about their own interests and did not solve any practical problems.
What they discussed every day was how to divide the lower classes of people using race, gender, and various inexplicable issues, so that the lower classes would have no time to think.
While the people of the Beautiful Country were immersed in the so-called sweet air and enjoyed the thrill of gunfights, the true upper class, in their villas in the affluent districts, was wantonly reaping the world's wealth.
This was the script written by the true upper class of the Beautiful Country for its own country and for the entire world.
In their eyes, the world should continue to go on like this.
But an Eastern great nation, having been in decline for nearly a century, was about to return to its historical position through the efforts of countless people.
Sensing the threat, the Beautiful Country employed all sorts of tactics, intending to turn Great Yan into its alternative colony.
It intended to make Great Yan a lamb that it could obediently harvest.
But time will provide answers for everything.
The downfall of the decadent superpower was inevitable. A president who could even defecate in public could only bring a shit-like future to this country.
But baseness is the pass for the base.
A country that only seeks profit would do anything to maintain its position, even drag the entire world to hell together.
Various inhumane plans were secretly discussed by the high-ranking officials of the Beautiful Country and had already entered the implementation phase.
The world should have been thrown into turmoil again because of this country's shamelessness,
but a destined accident completely changed everything.
....
Two years before the apocalypse,
the President of the Beautiful Country woke up tired from his bed, and by his side lay the mangled corpse of a young child.
Now over eighty years old, he had, under the instigation of the interest groups behind him, secretly altered data and successfully defeated the real estate mogul who had attempted to represent the lower classes, becoming the highest authority in the country.
The wrinkled skin on his body, the weakness emanating from within, and the decay that was difficult to ignore with every breath made the highest authority feel an unspeakable sense of irritation.
Only young bodies could provide him with some satisfaction, but his long-weakened body forced him to vent his frustration by torturing children.
The President looked indifferently at the cold corpse by the bed, and with a casual press of a button by the bedside,
several stern-faced men in black walked into the room as if accustomed to the task and dragged away the dead child.
Neither the President, with his aged, wrinkled body, nor the broken child's corpse in their hands could move them in the slightest.
After all, this was the norm in this country, wasn't it?
Thump...
The bedroom door closed again, and the President slowly got up, walked to the dressing mirror, and looked at himself:
"I am Joe! The man with the highest power on this planet."
The old man's indifferent face gradually softened into a kind one, a kind face that met the expectations of the nation.
But looking at his withered body in the mirror, as if it could no longer muster any energy,
a hint of darkness flashed in President Joe's eyes:
"I am Joe... the man with the highest power on this planet...!"
Bang!!
Joe suddenly grabbed a vase beside him and smashed it hard against the mirror. The glass instantly shattered, and in the scattered fragments, the old man's monstrous,鬼-like face was reflected:
"Damn it! I am the most powerful person! Why must I also age! Why must I also die?!"
"Those lowly commoners, they live in the world's strongest country because of my leadership!"
"If it weren't for me! That idiot Trump would have sent all these fools to hell!"
"But why must I, noble and great as I am, also die?!"
"Ahhhhh!!!"
The old man vented his fear of death and his envy of others' lives wildly.
Because he had everything, he yearned to possess it for even longer.
Why torture children to death? Because those things, like toys, dared to be richer than me!
He! She! Why could they still live so long?!
After the extreme anger, the old man's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but cough violently:
"Cough! Cough!"
This body was once a strong young man who could play football, but now, it couldn't even support me to get angry.
The fatigue of his body made the old man recognize his weakness.
Without a mirror, he easily resumed his kind facade.
After all, in this country, only those who wear masks can live better.
The bodyguards outside the door said nothing, nor did they foolishly barge in.
After all, no matter how corrupt this old man was, no matter how easily any of them could kill him with a single punch.
But he, Joe, still held the highest power in this world.
"Heh, let me see what those foolish donkeys want now."
"Do they really think I'm old and can be messed with casually?"
Thinking of the old witch in his camp and other high-ranking officials with ulterior motives, a shadow fell upon Joe's kind face again.
Snap, snap, snap.
"That was truly brilliant, Mr. President!"
Joe's eyes changed, but he wisely chose not to rush for the pistol on his bed, but calmly raised his hands and turned around:
"So, you want..."
Before he could finish speaking, the turned President stopped his question in surprise.