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She maintained this rhythm, gradually beginning to emit comfortable nasal moans. Ronan, while touching the soft, smooth flesh on her legs, chuckled, "Aren't you going to hurry up?"
Isabel asserted, "I like it this way, is that wrong?" Actually, she didn't dislike the wildness that much, but she did prefer this kind of rhythm.
Ronan began to knead Isabelle's stockinged legs. The champagne-colored stockings with their silky sheen suited her temperament perfectly, exuding a noble yet flamboyant air, a capable and serious demeanor with a touch of sexiness. Her legs were well-proportioned and fleshy, healthy and vibrant, not overly fleshy, nor the athletic type, but somewhere in between, soft yet firm to the touch.
Knock, knock, knock, the knocking sound followed closely by Golan's voice, "Daddy, haven't you paralyzed our princess yet? Ashley and I are getting so impatient."
Then there was Ashley's quiet chuckle.
The two of them had no other purpose than to harass Isabel.
Isabel turned towards the door and yelled, "You two sluts, shut up!" After yelling, Isabel secretly increased the speed and amplitude of her movements, and Ronan also began to thrust.
Soon after, Ronan began to feel something, so he got up, pressed Isabel down, spread her legs, folded her body, and positioned her vulva facing upwards.
Looking down at those round, silky buttocks, the slightly parted little chrysanthemum, and the glistening, moist lips, Ronan felt a surge of blood rush to his head. He assumed a horse stance and began to thrust downwards with all his might.
Isabel gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, her feet in stockings pointing upwards, toes spread wide, stretching the stockings to the point of being almost transparent, making the outline of her toes clearly visible.
After another round of frantic pounding, he opened the uterus again, injecting everything with each thrust, turning the labia inside out and outwards as he withdrew. Finally, with a low growl, Ronan ejaculated explosively.
After accumulating for so many days and ejaculating so much, thick yellow-white semen overflowed from the upward-facing opening.
Ronan got up, while Isabel had already fainted and was lying there, her fleshy thighs still twitching.
Chapter 876 Let's get everyone down and get down to business, time for some reflection.
Gelan has bangs on her forehead, two small buns on both sides, and long hair at the back—a typical hairstyle for a young Chinese girl.
She wore a light apricot-colored square-necked jacket with pipa-sleeved sleeves. The colorful printed pattern resembled a few strokes of ink outlining a misty willow and pond, while the skirt featured cloud patterns and a sky-blue design with white cranes in flight. Overall, the outfit created a scene of cranes dancing on a river.
With each step, her skirt swayed, occasionally revealing glimpses of white stockings at her ankles, making one want to pick her up, place her on their lap, and take off her white and blue embroidered cloth shoes.
Among Ronan's group of women, apart from Zhao Yingqi, a native of Seres, only Alice and the sisters, Golan, with their small frames and oriental features, could wear such Chinese clothing with grace and without any sense of incongruity.
Even though Ronan knew that Grandine was a wild and unpretentious person and not at all like a demure young lady, at this moment, she gave the impression of being an innocent and demure young lady, only with a restless heart.
Ashley, on the other hand, was dressed in a tight-fitting black night outfit.
Too tall or too short, neither would look good in this outfit. Either they would appear too assertive or not assertive enough, lacking the essence of a female assassin. Dinya and Falek wouldn't work either; they would be too curvy, which would detract from their beauty. Only Ashley looks good in it. She has curves, but not in an exaggerated way. She's not particularly tall, but she's not short either, giving her the explosive power of a female assassin.
Her entire body was tightly wrapped in black fabric, perfectly outlining her figure that combined strength and beauty. She didn't reveal anything, but it was far more sensual than being naked.
More than an hour later, the two of them were lying there, exhausted.
Golan lay prone, her white-stockinged little feet turned inward, limp and lifeless as if all her bones had been pulled out. A high slit had been torn in the back of her long skirt, and her pink, open-crotch, soft-smooth silk panties were now soaked through, as if the silk had been soaked in water. The tops of her white stockings, which were originally at the thighs, had been wrinkled and pulled down to her knees. Because she was calling out "Daddy" and making provocative remarks, Ronan had fucked her like a rapist, and in the end, he had brutally penetrated her little anus. Her bright red anus was still opening and closing, and with each contraction, a few drops of thick white fluid could be squeezed out, adding a touch of lewdness.
Ashley was also lying face down, her black leggings torn open at the back, revealing a ripped, glossy black pantyhose underneath. The crotch of the pantyhose was also wet, but there was no semen. This was because after Ronan had completely subdued her, he grabbed her feet and inserted his penis into the gap between Ashley's pants and boots, feeling the tight fabric of her pants, her crotch, and the lining of her boots rubbing against each other. Then he ejaculated, filling one of her boots completely.
At this moment, Ronan was half-lying down, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Ronan,” Isabel suddenly called to him.
Ronan sat up straight by the bed. "What is it, Isa?"
"So far, you have gained a lot of support by claiming that you can give your offspring talents, but do you expect them to support our revolution? I'm not saying that people with ability and status cannot be won over, but I don't think any of these people will support the revolution right now."
Isabel said that she had actually used a rather euphemistic approach. After arriving in Seres, Ronan made acquaintances in Guangdong, and every single one of them was a reactionary—that was her true feeling.
Ronan nodded. "You're right. So, for the next period of time, I will try to get in touch with some ordinary young people who are studying. They have knowledge and ideas, but if nothing unexpected happens, they can only be 'higher slaves'. Some of them may become our people, but they are not the main force. For the time being, the main force will be the workers in the ironworks and the docks."
"Why not choose children from rural areas to train?" Isabel asked. She wasn't new to Seris; she knew a lot. Even in places with developed industry and commerce, most areas were still rural, and most people were farmers. Moreover, industry and commerce still accounted for a relatively small proportion of the economy.
Ronan said calmly, "Do you know that the vast majority of extraordinary individuals came from poor farming families when they were young?"
“Isn’t that obvious? Most of the extraordinary individuals in France were farmers when they were young.” Isabel laughed as she spoke. She felt that Ronan had said something pointless. Extraordinary talent is a probability that covers all of humanity, so it is only natural that most extraordinary individuals would be farmers, who make up the vast majority of the population.
Ronan continued, "Then look at them. Even those who didn't marry into nobility, how many of them haven't severed ties with their families of origin?"
Isabel thought this was normal, but didn't speak immediately; she sensed that Ronan had something to say.
"There's a joke that many tomb raiding teams are father-son pairs. Usually, the son is below while the father is above, pulling the rope and keeping watch. It's not that farmers' children are bad, it's that all children are bad. Once they have extraordinary powers, they've already completely transcended class. What motivation do they have left? Only those who have children, who are not satisfied with having extraordinary powers themselves, and who want to gain something for their descendants, will be willing to continue following us to do great things after obtaining extraordinary powers."
Ronan's words made sense, but Isabel was furious. "You really don't believe in the power of thought at all. All those ideals you told your teacher were just lies. You're a reactionary leader."
“Let’s cut to the chase, Isa. What you and Didi are currently exposed to is a systematic revolutionary ideology. Which one of these points wasn’t told to you by me?” Ronan said. “Revolution is essentially a matter of one generation, or even just a certain stage in the lives of that generation. The difference between revolution and regime change is that while power and wealth are redistributed, the mode of production and wealth distribution patterns are also altered. It’s not some noble and sacred cause. If you insist on making it sacred, then the inevitable outcome will be a religious struggle. You’re very familiar with this, the orthodoxy versus heresy.”
Isabel took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "So, in your mind, everything else is just a tool for establishing a new system?"
Ronan laughed and admitted, "Yes, but not just others. I myself, Didi, are also tools. We just want to establish a new system. We don't have the idea of being leaders or educators, nor do we expect others to lead or educate anyone. You have to understand that what drives a person's actions is mainly that person's stance, not the knowledge they have learned or the ideas they have accepted."
With a sigh, Isabel shook her head. "I should have known you were a nihilist."
Ronan shrugged. “Hmm, I taught you this concept too. I’m not a nihilist. I have many ideologies. Seeing a mountain as a mountain, seeing a mountain as not a mountain, and seeing a mountain as a mountain again—there’s no high or low, and they can’t coexist. You are this world, and this world is you. That’s all, my dear Isa.”
In a daze, Isabel also realized something: "You're the kind of person who can only say a few decent words after you've done something lewd."
“If I kept nagging you about these things, you’d eventually think I was an idiot,” Ronan laughed.
Isabel stood up and took a sip of water. "Some of what you said makes a lot of sense, but I still believe that knowledge and ideas can change a person, or a group of people."
Ronan also stood up. "That's what fascinates me about you."
Chapter 877 Mass Talent Granting, Is It Fairer Now? If Heaven hadn't created this certain person...
By mid-March, the cold had long since passed, and daytime temperatures in Foshan had exceeded 20 degrees Celsius, even bordering on hot.
The "Talent-Generating Magic Array" construction project has officially commenced.
The core technology of the magic array comes from another "Ronan" and Liu Chongyu.
Liu Chongyu's other half of his soul belongs to a demon spirit who has done some research on souls. In the celestial realm, he is a unique scholar. In his eyes, other demon spirits are no different from wild beasts. This idea has brought him arrogance.
He wanted to create a half-human, half-demon spirit, and he did it himself. Not only that, but he also set his sights on the Grand Master of the Holy See Knights from another world. As a result, he not only failed but was also severely injured and fell into a state of continuous near-death. Later, he took Liu Chongyu, a mortal, as his target, but he messed up again. In the end, Liu Chongyu's consciousness took over, and he became a memory.
However, the talent bestowed by this magic circle is not stable enough.
Improvements were made by the artificial intelligence Wen Jin and Canaan, who is very skilled with magical items.
However, this is still not enough.
We also need to add the stabilizing agent created by Falek, who can analyze souls, and Faith, who has extensive research on the human body, as well as a set of operating methods led by Ronan.
Once the magic array is complete, this whole system is basically 99% safe and stable, and can grant talents to mortals in large numbers.
Instead of the current practice of bestowing a talent upon an ordinary person, requiring multiple people to perform a complex surgery that lasts for several hours, which is utterly inefficient.
In the afternoon, at the Church of Our Lady of Rome, the back garden of Ronan's house, a blend of Chinese and Western styles.
Ronan and Dinia together entertained Lu Jianling.
Ronan wore a tattooed robe, his hair was tied up, and he had a neatly trimmed short beard. It was common for men in Seres to have long hair and beards, but they considered it a prejudice not to cut their hair or shave. Razors were a small gift among intellectuals to exchange when making friends.
Dinia's hair was almost completely loose, with only the ends tied up, making it look very fluffy. She wore a light pink lace-trimmed long dress, chunky-heeled leather shoes with ankle straps, and sheer nude pantyhose. She habitually crossed her legs.
This time, Lu Jianling no longer sported a chivalrous, androgynous hairstyle. Instead, she adopted a more casual yet dignified look. Her hair was parted in two sections, then braided into a bun at the back of her head, adorned with a hairpin. The hair at the back was tied in the middle, forming a loose little braid at the end.
She wore an apricot-white cross-collar narrow-sleeved long coat on top and a dark green horse-face skirt with gold embroidery on the bottom. She also changed her shoes to a pair of white cloth shoes with blue embroidery and upturned toes.
Her makeup, hair, and clothing were completely those of a young woman from a scholarly family.
With her height, Lu Jianling would not be suited to this outfit if she weren't so beautiful and had such good proportions. But she is so beautiful and has such good proportions that even in this outfit, she looks perfectly natural in it.
"Do you intend to bestow talents upon a large number of ordinary people?" Lu Jianling asked.
She didn't know the details; she was just guessing. If she had, she wouldn't have asked.
"How did you guess?" Ronan asked, pouring tea as he did so.
“Training had already begun, and suddenly we’re adding more activities—requiring you to learn a lot of characters and math, and using that as a criterion for rewards and punishments,” Lu Jianling said. “Combined with a few clues, is it difficult to guess what you’re up to?”
The training was supposed to include literacy and basic arithmetic. This was the age of muskets and cannons. If Ronan only wanted cannon fodder, why would he specifically train her?
But for a sergeant who is in charge of a few people at the bottom level, knowing a hundred or so commonly used characters in the army and being able to count and do some simple calculations is more than enough.
Is it really necessary to arrange these courses that Ronan requested?
These courses are clearly courses that only extraordinary individuals need to take. Lu Jianling is also a proper graduate from a school, so she can't possibly not see that.
“That’s right, the plan is to select some people from the workers currently undergoing training to become superhumans,” Ronan responded.
Lu Jianling took a small sip of tea and asked, "In the future, there will be many more ordinary people who transform into extraordinary beings, right?"
“Yes.” Ronan gave a very affirmative answer.
"This is not a good thing. You may think it will bring fairness, but it won't." Lu Jianling was clearly emotional. "Currently, there is no way to guarantee that one's offspring will have talent. What can be inherited is only a minority, and it will decline after a few generations. After declining for a few more generations, it will return to the middle class. Most extraordinary individuals come from farming families, including myself. And once such a path is established, what will happen is not fairness, but class isolation. They cannot directly monopolize talent. After all, according to your plan, most people with some wealth can afford to pay for the talent bestowal. But you can start with education. Good positions are limited. When those with knowledge and power cannot get what they want, it will bring disaster."
"The current situation is actually a kind of fairness. So what if they are the children of high-ranking officials and wealthy merchants? If they don't have talent, they don't have talent. Moreover, more and more children from farming families are entering the upper class, and society is relatively stable. It will take a long time for regional and factional conflicts to reach an irreconcilable point before extraordinary people gather together to rebel."
Lu Jianling then shared her innermost thoughts.
In Seris, where extraordinary powers exist, there are no large-scale peasant uprisings. This is not only due to the disparity in strength, but also because peasants can rise to the upper class if they are lucky. However, if Ronan were to extend this talent to other areas, there would be uprisings, not only among peasants, but also among workers, merchants, and even some unsuccessful "scholars".
Ronan did not refute this, but instead looked at Dinia.
Dinia downed her tea in one gulp and said, "Deer, you can't represent the whole by your personal circumstances. You married into the Liu family, and you're very independent and free, but what about others? It's true that wealthy and powerful families don't necessarily have talented offspring, but they can take in sons-in-law, marry good wives, and adopt sons and daughters, right? Even if a so-called peasant boy is talented, doesn't he have to be immediately separated from his original family and then have an indelible mark on his new family before he can get an education?"
"Of course, you said that liquidity is very good now, and no family can be rich for generations, which is indeed the case."
"In fact, it's not unreasonable to say that promoting the bestowal of talent would make things more unfair, leading to more intense and extreme involution, and even war."
"But you have misunderstood something. Our revolution is not about bringing fairness."
Upon hearing this, Lu Jianling was stunned.
Ronan poured tea again. "Now that things have come to this, there's no need to hide it from you. This world is going to be destroyed sooner or later. All aspects of human civilization need to be upgraded several levels before we can hope to solve this inevitable doomsday crisis."
The AI Wen Jin said that to solve the apocalypse of this extraordinary world, extraordinary power is still needed, but unfortunately, her inherent knowledge is both a help and a constraint. If she could come up with a solution, she would have done so a thousand years ago.
We can only rely on the wisdom of humanity itself, but the people of this world today, including the most outstanding superhumans, are still far from achieving that.
The kind of person who, if not for the heavens, would have been shrouded in eternal darkness, could not have been born in the current civilized environment.
Chapter 878 It must be rolled up; in truth, everyone once had ideals, and society naturally pursues order.
Doomsday crisis?
Lu Jianling looked completely overwhelmed and her mind had gone blank.
In fact, she had been in frequent contact with Ronan's group of women during this period, and had also heard some things from her third son, Liu Chongyu, in recent days. Her understanding of this world had long surpassed that of the past. However, when she suddenly heard the word "doomsday," a word that Ronan spoke with such certainty, she couldn't help but fall into a state of bewilderment as if she couldn't perceive the outside world.
It took her quite a while, until the tea in her cup had gone cold, for her to recover and look at Ronan.
It was a look of disbelief, a look that demanded further confirmation.
"If you don't believe me, you can ask your son Liu Chongyu. He has the memories of that demon spirit from another time and space. And that other time and space has already begun to collapse at an accelerated pace due to some special factors. Extraordinary powers can no longer function properly. It is just the beginning of that time and space's demise."
Ronan said calmly, without any strong attempt to persuade anyone.
But it was this certainty that completely convinced Lu Jianling.
"No need to rush, and no need to be pessimistic. There are at least six or seven hundred years left." Ronan was actually very optimistic. He didn't need any universal harmony or unity of purpose. As long as human society entered a new stage of seeking innovation and change, and the fear that backwardness would lead to being beaten, then all sorts of new theories and inventions would spring up like mushrooms after rain. At that time, there would naturally be geniuses like "Newton" and "Maxwell".
For the world to enter a new era, people must be endowed with talents. Otherwise, most people will be slaves and animals. Those with knowledge and power will either be obsessed with power and wealth or have some strange hobbies. The slightly better ones will study how to become stronger and live longer. Any slight improvement will only come from a few individuals with special interests and hobbies.
How does this work?
The world must come together, it can't remain as stagnant as it is now.
Lu Jianling took a sip of the now-cold tea, and after thinking for a while, she let out a long sigh. "Competition and conflict may bring progress, but it may not be the kind of progress you want. If you announce the apocalypse, it may not have a positive impact."
"Heh, do you think we intend to announce this?" Ronan asked with a smile. "As for competition and conflict, what you really mean is war, right? War will definitely happen, but a new era will surely come, and peace will also arrive."
"Humans are social beings, and society naturally pursues order. Therefore, peace is the true main theme, and even the whole society will gradually move towards fairness."
After Ronan finished speaking, he looked at Dinia.
Dinia crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. "Probably."
So many years have passed, and almost all of the scenarios Ronan described to her many years ago have come true. But even though they have come true, it seems that they haven't been fully realized. Perhaps this is what fairness is all about, or maybe it's even worse.
But isn't it progress after all? Dinia couldn't help but sigh, realizing that she had truly been corrupted by that bastard Ronan, and her moral standards were getting lower and lower.
"Have you considered these extraordinary individuals with high cultivation levels, as well as those who will possess high cultivation levels?" Lu Jianling asked a question.
She didn't finish her sentence, but what she really meant was the problem of vested interests and a segment of the population becoming corrupt and degenerate.
“Of course I’ve considered it, and over the years I’ve gotten to know quite a few people,” Ronan said, snapping open his folding fan and fanning himself. “Some of the older members of the fifth tier have indeed given up, and the sixth tier members are all busy trying to reach the top and don’t care about anything else. The seventh tier members are worth talking about.”
"In my opinion, those at the seventh level are all standard idealists in their youth. To put it bluntly, in this world, if you're not an idealist, you really have no chance of reaching the seventh level. The mainstream cultivation method of Seris is constantly interpreting and implementing a 'Dao' in the process of advancement."
"For the West, summoning is nurturing; nurturing the summoned creature is also nurturing oneself. Elements are purely about pursuing unattainable truths. Divine magic and alienation through oaths, the pursuit of faith. As for the two aspects of fate, the choices they make are no longer choices that determine personal destiny. Can anyone but an idealist achieve that?"
"Therefore, those who can reach the seventh level are all idealists. However, after the seventh level, the vast majority of them are at a loss. It's like when a person reaches the top of the mountain, they can see all the mountains below, but then what? There's nothing to do, so they can only find something to do."
"Ultimately, those who become strong are idealists, not people who want the world to remain unchanged. They may become all sorts of things later on, but they have such an idealistic period. There are always people who are young, and that's enough."
Ronan said.