"Is it really unsolvable?" Alpha Fox looked toward Tireless as they walked out of the forecourt, "I don't think so."

"Yeah, if Brody succeeded and forced the council to…." Tireless said without a single doubtful thought but got interjected by the woman next to him. "I mean, we can sneak into the council and kidnap the councilors. We'll force them to confirm what they have done,"

"First, they have all newspapers controlled. Second, we can not break through. Third, we'll only be viewed as dangerous conspiracy theorists," Tireless said as he stared at the sky with his memory sailing into the day that he asked these himself and answered these himself.

She again interjected Tireless, "All the evidence is with us."

"People who don't believe you have their own evidence."

The two men under the cape walked on the busy avenue. People wearing the best silk textiles were celebrating a meaningless festival on the street. Circuses had their loud and over deliberately exciting parades. Stores and shops around the road were surrounded by people and their true happiness. They laughed, danced, yelled, enjoyed, and chatted like the second and third-tier cities never existed. It wasn't for the day. The happiness lasted forever until the rage burned the luxurians back to pain-suffering humans down at the bottom.

"But we have the counter of all of them."

"They are brainwashed by the council. They'll automatically reject everything you say."

"Then, how can that Brody do more than us?"

"He will spread the truth and faith. Even the process is slow, and he's not good at it."

Until the day they faced down and saw the bloody corpses and filthy miners under their stainless soles.

"How long will it take for him to wake everyone up?" Barnala said with her eyebrows slightly wrinkled to the middle. The brief concern in her eyes was interrogating Tireless. He glanced at her face but turned away at the second. The afterimage stuck in Tireless's eyes for minutes after he turned away.

With a sigh, Tireless answered a few seconds after he looked away, "At least decades, but maybe longer. Who knows?"

"So people will suffer at least a few decades more?" Alpha Fox's voice echoed in Tireless's mind. He used to ask himself the same question. He really used to but stopped for almost a decade. He stayed at Baylo, the city where Brody and his rebels lived, just to hide in laziness, like a turtle hiding in its shell to escape from a beast that would never leave. Sky Passerby was the first hook that pulled him out of the shell. Why couldn't Alpha Fox, Barnala Glorier, be the second hook?

Tireless was a man with logic and a man that knew dangers had to be kept away.

"Then, how about we steal the heart out? So at least those people in Inrua can use it," Barnala said with eagerness on her face. Tireless could see the light glinted in her eyes.

In other words, Tireless required an excuse. Alpha gave an excuse.

Glanexeem Xilix also needed an excuse, but he didn't have another person to create him one. He was tougher than that green man. Gemage could make his own original excuses.

Glanexeem made his way to the elevator at the edge of Baylo. The elevator had a large and wide door. The gray metal door with 2 inches thickness slowly shifted up as a group of Guardians walked in. The space in the elevator was also vast. It could maximally hold more than fifty people. Glanexeem quickly hovered into the elevator before the door shut and smashed onto the ground. His devices gave him a cover on his skin that could refract the light and make him invisible.

The elevator slowly moved up, shaking and repeatedly booming. With his body wobbling with the elevator, Xilix could not get those anger and ideas out of his mind. He could feel that Sky Passerby was not respecting him like he was supposed to. He was not happy with it, but it wasn't the part that got him deeply enraged. The part that enraged him the most was that he couldn't feel the feeling of being a savior of people. He gained it the first time when he met Brody. He almost lost it when he was crushed by that sniper. He lost the last feeling of it when he told Sky Passerby that sentence, "We are the same." How could The Great Gemage be the same as that little vigilante? Xilix knew that he wasn't the same as those people. He knew he was a god that had this mission to save those inferiors. Gemage knew it, and for sure, he understood it thoroughly without any doubt or suspicion. Here was the problem, Glanexeem Xilix knew he was a hero, but others didn't. Therefore, he had to prove it to them.

As the man with the gem technology speedily approached the capital and the council, the nation's emperor made his way away from the capital.

There was a river in the nation. The river went from the Epiorchard all the way to the bottom of the country, the poorest part of the nation. The river was run by the government, or the more accurate phrase would be "The river was run by the minister Empish Harrell."

One of Empish's greatest hobbies was to walk down following the river. Of course, in camouflage. He walked down the river with his eyes locked on the stream. He closely observed the water turn from pure clean to quite dirty, quite dirty to smelly, smelly to darker than charcoal with an odor worse than moldy fish. It was his unique mental training technique. Harrell required it to stick to his faith.

The world wasn't fair. It was never a fair place. The minister understood it. The river in the Epiorchard would never be the same as the one in third-tier cities. That was why he had to be stronger. Harrell had to make sure that he was the one standing on the top of the food chain. That was his destiny and the proper result of all his sacrifice and efforts. It wasn't like that he never sympathized with those people below him or got hurt by him. It was just the world wasn't fair, and so luckily, he was the one that climbed to the top.