Chapter 365: Freedom

%Kanbula Safe Zone, the highest point in the city.

Kai En Si anxiously asked the soldiers whether the broadcasting equipment had been set up, the cigarette butt in his hand almost burning his fingers.

One hour earlier, after "watching" Lin An's overthrow of Kerui'er, he immediately realized that the world might be about to change.

In the subsequent notice, Bolaka's diplomat clearly stated that the upcoming speech must be seen and heard by everyone.

He dared not be negligent.

Within half an hour, he almost mobilized the entire city's soldiers to gather various projection screens, displays, and even radios together, then distributed them throughout the streets and alleys.

Since that being said he would do this, the only thing he could do was to do it as well as possible.

He felt somewhat relieved.

He was relieved that Kanbula Safe Zone had not spoken rudely, had not refused outright, and had not declared war on that being.

One can imagine that from today on, the entire world will have only one voice.

"Sir!"

"Everything is set up! The projection cloth is hung on the city walls, and personnel have been dispersed!"

"We also specially brought a few recording machines; when Bolaka's people ask, we can prove we truly obeyed orders!"

Kai En Si heard the voice, let out a long sigh of relief, and encouragingly patted the non-commissioned officer's shoulder:

"Very good!"

"I can see that, whether that being is a divine envoy or a demon, we just do whatever he asks us to do!"

"It's too tragic... Kerui'er couldn't even last a minute..."

He felt a wave of fear.

Kai En Si let out a long sigh, his gaze complex as he looked at the broadcasting equipment that had been set up.

As expected, he could actually guess what Lin An really wanted to say.

But could he dare to stop it?

No, he didn't dare, and he even had to cooperate!

The crude screen lit up.

In the streets and alleys, the bewildered crowd was summoned by the soldiers, then looked puzzled at the hastily set-up screen.

"Who is this?"

"What's going on? Why do we have to watch the screen?"

"What happened? Who is going to speak?"

The crowd murmured among themselves.

As the lowest stratum of the populace, they had no idea what kind of change had occurred in the world.

Even some of the middle class were equally puzzled and wanted to ask the soldiers.

"Has the leadership been changed?"

"Is it a notice about a new policy? Or is some official trying to promote something?"

No one answered; the soldiers just stared nervously at the screen, knowing only part of the information.

The slave owner standing before the stove raised both hands, looking flatteringly at the soldier pointing a gun at him.

He couldn't figure out what had happened.

"Sir, it's just killing a slave, and he's still mine that I bought..."

The soldier's face turned grim, and he directly disengaged the rifle's safety:

"Watch the screen! Cut the chatter!"

The slave owner shuddered, not daring to ask anything more.

As the voice fell, the lit screen showed Lin An slowly opening his mouth:

"I am Lin An."

In hundreds of loudspeakers, and even in the safe zone's propaganda horns, Lin An's cold, clear voice sounded simultaneously.

Everyone listened blankly to that name.

The voice enveloped the entire city.

At the same time, in prepared safe zones around the world, Lin An's voice also sounded simultaneously.

After a brief pause, the cold, clear voice continued:

"Next, I will announce three things."

"All forces must obey unconditionally; otherwise, I will personally intervene."

"First, all safe zones must themselves eliminate all nobles, abolish the rank system, and surrender all supplies and weapons."

"Second, all safe zones must unconditionally distribute food to all survivors, and gather together, moving toward the direction of Bolaka."

"Third, merge all forces."

"From today on, this world can have only one voice!"

"All forces must themselves eliminate slave owners and nobles; within three days, any force that still harbors resistance or dissatisfaction."

"Kill!!"

"Furthermore, from now on."

"Liberate all slaves, prohibit any enslavement or oppression!"

"Everyone"

"Unlock the chains, you are free."

"Zizzle"

The screen faded, and those few short words made it hard for everyone to believe what they had heard.

Cleanse all nobles? Abolish the class system?

Who is this person?

At the highest point of the Safe Zone, Kane listened to Lin An's brief speech with a bitter smile.

Indeed, this being's purpose is to unify the entire world.

The order has already been issued.

If you want to live, just follow it.

He helplessly looked at the printed report in his hand, then resolutely issued the order:

"Everyone, listen to the order!"

"Open the granaries and distribute food! Execute all slave masters and gang high-level forces within the Safe Zone!"

"As for the nobles..."

After a moment's hesitation, Kane took a hard drag on the cigarette in his hand.

"Kill them! Kill them all! Hurry and kill them before they react!"

Damn it, let the Daoist friend die, not the poor Daoist.

He knew what Lin An had done in Bolaka.

Letting them clean up the Safe Zone's tumor themselves is already not bad.

If by luck they didn't lift a hand against these people and even wanted to spare their lives?

Then they'd probably be purged themselves.

Sorry, I can still live after you die, so you go ahead and die first.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Continuous gunfire rang out, with the cries of nobles and slave masters rising and falling.

The lowest-ranking slaves stared in shock as their masters were dragged out by soldiers to be executed.

The chained slaves, upon realizing that person's words were true, eagerly tore off the chains around their necks.

Streets and alleys, inside and outside the Safe Zone.

Soldiers pushing food hurriedly distributed it to the starving crowds.

Looting homes, looting homes; dragging out to execute, dragging out to execute.

On the street, slave masters killed on the spot lay on their backs on the ground.

Before the porridge stall, a woman carrying a baby wailed loudly, shaking the man beneath her:

"Zhigang! Get up! We're free! We won't go hungry again!"

She strained to pry open the shackle on the man's neck.

For the first time, a spark of hope for the future appeared in her eyes.

Outside the city, a boy with pus oozing from his hands and feet, at a loss, took the steamed bun offered by a soldier; he timidly lowered his head, put down the trash in his hand, and, feeling grateful yet unsure, said to the soldier:

"Th... thank you, sir..."

The soldier gave a bitter smile, shook his head, handed over the steamed bun, and hurried off to another crowd.

Before leaving, he only threw out one sentence:

"If you're going to be thankful, thank Lord Lin An..."

Lin An...?

The boy stood beneath the pile of trash, half-understanding, recalling the voice that had just come from the broadcast.

I am Lin An...

You are free.