"I am a scholar, not your National Guardian Youth. I cannot be deceived by your righteous banners to become your dog, doing this and that for you!"

Giles looked at this group of middle-aged and elderly people with a serious expression, clearly drawing his boundary of tolerance: "Compared to force, I prefer to use my words and thoughts to build this beautiful planet and make it better."

"Honestly, in my personal opinion, the world would be better without a country like the United States on Earth."

"We were never the same kind of people from the beginning."

"So don’t have too high expectations of me."

"Asking me to fight against God or something like that, don’t even think about it!"

The politicians present looked at each other, seemingly not expecting such a strong reaction from the other side.

However, they still felt that this was just the radical temperament of the young man, and Giles did not hold much malice towards them, he was just venting.

Because through the earphones of this group of middle-aged and elderly politicians, the conclusion from the psychological analysis team immediately came through—deep down, Giles longed to become a loyal knight, and what he wanted to do now was to find a king worthy of his allegiance.

This is a misunderstanding brought by cultural differences.

In the cultural background of the United States, sometimes, saying "you’re really an old dog" between longtime friends carries a layer of meaning, it is a compliment of the other’s loyalty and faithfulness.

However, in Chinese online literature...

Calling someone an old dog is really filled with contempt and scorn.

As a young man, Giles wasn’t always so...worldly.

He was once a hot-blooded youth, fantasizing about being a superhero just like in movies and comics, wearing a mask and specially designed tight suits to go out and uphold justice.

In fact, the naive Giles did indeed make himself a handmade Batman suit and put it into action.

Coming from a relatively affluent background, he had enough pocket money to do these things.

Unfortunately, Giles’ heroic actions ended in failure on his first attempt.

It was a plain hero rescues the beauty, and now Giles, looking back, felt that the "beauty" he saved was actually pretty average-looking, and the thugs he subdued were obviously high on drugs, each looking like a sick ghost, with no real threat.

It was a simple difficulty start.

The process went smoothly, Giles saved the innocent citizens, and also defeated the gang of thugs who were robbing and even trying to assault.

However...

Before he could rejoice, gunshots rang out from behind.

With a burst of gunfire, Giles, shot eighteen times, although he had beforehand laid out a defense plane, was not hurt, but was stunned.

Because it was the police who fired the shots.

Everyone was supposed to be upholding order for the good side, he hadn’t even obstructed others in performing their duties, so why did these guys shoot him in the back?

For a moment, Giles thought about a lot.

Eventually, he calmed down, and went back to the police station with those officers, relying on the family lawyer and his old father’s support, he successfully bailed himself out.

When leaving the police station, Giles angrily unleashed his superpower, completely shattering the shackles binding him, and directly questioned those officers about why they shot at him.

They dodged the question, but clever Giles quickly identified the real reason in the brief exchange—he was "Black"!

The question arose.

How could they tell that Giles, dressed in a masked hero suit, was Black?

The answer was simple.

Giles was a loyal fan of Bruce Wayne, Batman from DC Comics, and the costume he wore when upholding justice had a bit of similarity to Batman’s as well—his mask wasn’t fully covered, leaving his chin exposed.

After understanding this point, Giles felt extremely aggrieved and sorrowful, and was depressed for quite a long time.

Clearly, it was him standing up for justice, clearly, he was the one without any weapons, and in the end, it was him, the hero, who got shot?!

Eighteen shots to the back!

If it were a weaker Extraordinary One, they would probably be dead by now!

Although these pains were later healed by the red net literature from across the ocean, Giles could never again be as optimistic and cheerful as before, pondering everything multiple times, incorporating his read stories into his own experiences before acting.

Using bronze as a mirror, one can correct their attire; using people as a mirror, one can discern gains and losses; using history as a mirror, one can know the rise and fall.

Simple metaphors and parallel sentences, yet containing profound philosophies.

After comparing his father’s teachings, Giles finally understood that often, the experiences and lessons obtained in the social grind, at the cost of bumps and bruises, had already been summarized by sages into words, written into books.

People simply aren’t willing to read them or think about them.

Since then, Giles’s temperament completely changed.

However...

He also emerged from the shadows, and could even joke with friends about DC Comics—"Do you know why Batman doesn’t wear a fully covering mask, insists on exposing his chin? Because he needs to let the police know he’s white."

Giles felt that he didn’t deserve to be Batman, he should paint his face white, put on heavy makeup, and play the Joker.

Having read so many books, one cannot help but fantasize, if all the stories one experienced could be penned by oneself, what would they be like?

Giles always hoped to travel to an ancient setting with eastern backgrounds.

Preferably in Ancient China, where, although there was science and humanism, there were no high-tech surveillance, and one could freely roam the martial world with a sword. Hopefully, he could even earn a name like "Kunlun Hero," transforming the derogatory term "Kunlun Slaves" to a more positive one, removing the third character, eliminating discrimination through his own effort, achieving understanding between people.

After reaching full level on the eastern map, it would be best to transition from martial arts to immortal heroes, attain longevity and vision, living as a hermit until the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, personally exiting the mountains, participating in the North-South war, making America’s reforms more thorough!

Afterwards, he would abandon martial arts for literature, learn from Mr. Dong Huaiming and Mr. Lu Xun, using words to awaken those numbed compatriots. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Even if Magic and Martial Dual Cultivation couldn’t be achieved, at least one must be Well-Rounded!

After reading countless Chinese online novels, Giles believed that always clamoring for equal rights and "begging" for rights like a rogue was the least reliable and most meaningless action. Only through self-study, hard work, and struggle could one truly change destiny and earn respect from others.

Heaven helps those who help themselves! Man will conquer nature! The joy of fighting with heaven!

Many concepts that are taken for granted by the Chinese people were simply astonishing in Giles’s eyes!

Happy times are always short.

The days of doing nothing but reading passed by in the blink of an eye.

That was when the news of the Demon Mountain battle in the City of Sails reached him.