The Demonic World I designed-Chapter 672 - 662: Strategy of Division...

Chen Qing knew that although the group from the Federation was ostensibly arranged by the Central Federation Government, everyone was well aware of the actual situation.

Given the stranglehold that the major families currently had over the Central Federation, the original purpose of the Federation organization had long been lost. The people who came this time were most likely sent by the various major families after a compromise on their interests.

The amnesic population might have ordinary people from the Federation, but for those who retained their memories, Chen Qing was sure they were definitely the scions of the great families and their followers.

However, there could not be that many scions for a million people, and naturally, the Federation government would not send useless fools from the families to waste those places. Thus, there must be some powerful individuals attached to the families.

These were the people Chen Qing wanted to divide.

The quotas for the Northern Wasteland Families were limited, and their rules were very fair: those with higher spirit quality took the best positions in the family, while those with lower spirit quality were ranked accordingly. Put simply, they allocated based on ability, not on identity.

But it just so happened that not looking at identity was the most unworkable thing in the Central Federation, a place that valued social niceties!

Among the souls who came this time, Chen Qing saw clearly that besides the family scions, most should be those who had tempered themselves in the Zhuxian World or some other worlds, relying on the government to exchange for some resources and status, including the opportunity to come here this time.

The two sides were originally not in conflict; I support you, and you give me more opportunities and platforms — everyone got what they needed. But now it’s different; there are only so many places, so whose will they be, yours or mine?

Under fair circumstances, those with strong spirit would naturally get a better birth. If that were the case, those not from the families would have no say at all; being weaker is a fact, and those who are capable have always received what’s due, with no one able to object. However, the key is that the family scions would never be content with such an allocation. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

If Chen Qing guessed correctly, those family scions would definitely use their status to try to persuade the ordinary offspring to give up their places!

Indeed, in the depths of the attic, Chen Qing immediately sensed various intense fluctuations within the crowd, evidently caused by telepathic communication. Although the crowd was silent, the expressions on many faces were distinctly fierce...

Chen Qing smiled slightly, knowing in his heart that the effect had arrived.

Murong Bingyun, floating above, also observed this clearly and couldn’t help but admire their lord’s profound grasp of human nature. This seemingly faultless rule managed to set this group of people against each other.

"Elder Zhang... our turn?" Zhang Zhengyuan’s subordinates seemed a bit anxious. Who wouldn’t want to take a good spot first?

You see, among the crowd, there were many with stronger power, but the fact that they did not go up to register immediately obviously meant they were being restrained by the family scions behind them. If they didn’t take advantage of the situation now, when would they?

Upon hearing this, Elder Zhang smiled slightly and nodded. His subordinates immediately beamed with joy and prepared to move!

Chen Qing’s method of division was useless on himself. He had never built a family power, which was also why the Federation could tolerate him. But for this reason, he would not fail any person willing to follow him now.

"Wait a moment!"

Just as Zhang Zhengyuan’s group was surging behind him, ready to secure their quotas first, a warrior in the back row spoke up with a rigid face.

"Priest, may I ask a question?"

"Speak..." Murong Bingyun might have been young, but after all, she was the future Priest of the Murong Family. When serious, she still possessed the aura of an important figure.

"Can I give my place to someone else?" The warrior asked this question with a breathless urgency.

Many people at this moment were staring intently upwards.

Everyone hoped that this unreasonable request would not be satisfied; as long as the other side said it couldn’t be done, they would have an excuse to refuse the demands of the family scions.

"You can!"

Murong Bingyun’s lips curved up, dashing their last hopes, "The condition is that you must stay behind. But if you give up the better position for reincarnation, your birth circumstances will naturally be quite ordinary. Are you... sure you want to do this?"

Upon hearing this, the family scions’ eyes lit up, while the warrior who had asked the question clenched his fists.

Many people were born in Rome, and that was indeed true. But they, this group of people, had the chance to be born in Rome through their own efforts, and now... they could only step aside for others...

Why is that?

If one generation falls behind, does that mean all subsequent generations must fall behind as well?

Zhang Zhengyuan saw this and didn’t know what to say, his eyes filled with immense complexity.

When he had entered the Zhuxian World, it wasn’t fair either, but he still carved out a piece of the sky for himself, and because of his example, the Federation made sure to implement a dismantlement program in any newcomer going to the Zhuxian World.

They pompously claimed it was for the safety of the Federation as a whole.

But in reality, it was bullshit!

For the children of the great families, the dismantlement program was in their own hands; who else could touch their program? To put it bluntly, it was just for show, and for the commoners who weren’t from the great families, no matter how capable they were, they could only end up as the dogs of the families.

This phenomenon was disgusting, but he couldn’t manage it, he didn’t have the power to change the entire Federation. Protecting the old brothers around him was already the limit of his abilities. This world... has never been fair.

"Please, sir, take a look at what kind of birth I can choose; I’d like to... give up my spot." The big man struggled for a long time before helplessly lowering his tall head.

"Alright..." Murong Bingyun glanced at him before saying, "For a Third Rank Warrior, your abilities are outstanding; born into a branch of one of the four great families outside the main house, are you sure you want to give up your spot?"

Upon hearing this, the big man turned pale, while the man next to him got so excited his face turned red!

"Zhu Rong, what are you hesitating for? Do you want someone else to snatch such a good position?" The man couldn’t help but say.

Such self-righteousness made the faces of the men darken, while a flicker of confusion passed through Murong Bingyun’s eyes as he floated in the air. In their Northern Wasteland, it was true that the children of great families hoarded resources, but that only applied to ordinary people. Grassroots heroes who could rise to power did have the chance to soar like dragons; in the history of the Northern Wasteland Families, there were many who awakened their bloodlines later and established new families.

But what he saw in these people was deep despair, an oppressive atmosphere devoid of hope, crushing these originally capable individuals so they could never lift their heads.

What exactly was the reason?

"Please, sir, transfer my spot!" Zhu Rong clenched his teeth tightly and bowed his head, not even willing to look above, for fear that one glance at his surroundings would make him lose control.

"Fine!" Murong Bingyun nodded and said, "Please, the one replacing him, come forward to register."

The people nearby were immediately overjoyed, but didn’t forget to turn back and console, "Don’t worry, your sacrifice won’t be forgotten by the organization."

Zhu Rong was silent, his face so numb it was like a puppet’s, without the intention of replying, just blankly staring at the ground.

And it wasn’t long before more and more people stood out, all wanting to give up their spots.

Chen Qing, watching this scene from the attic, suddenly laughed.

"What a disgusting spectacle," Zi Yue said somberly by his side.

"Welding the door shut after boarding the car is human nature..." Chen Qing drawled, "Without regulation and restraint, human selfishness can do any horrific thing; what’s taking someone else’s opportunity in comparison?"

"What do you plan to do?" Zi Yue asked, puzzled, looking at Chen Qing: "You certainly despise these two types of people, but no matter how resentful they are, with the dismantlement program locking them down, they can only be dogs. Even if there are one or two who would rather be destroyed than submit, it’s of no benefit to us, is it?"

The dismantlement program, just like the life-and-death talisman in those old martial arts novels; no matter how dissatisfied you are, when someone else holds your life in their hands, what can you resist?

"That sort of thing... the dismantlement program should not exist," Chen Qing said with a cold laugh.

Zi Yue was taken aback, looking at Chen Qing: "You... have a plan? Wang Ye? Can he do it?"

"Why else would I have him there?"

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