The four members returned to their base much more somber compared to when they left.
“He can’t be that bad,” Luxinna tried to light up the morale. “I mean Rem is on our side.”
“Listen to me, forest-head,” Melody spoke grimly. “My entire continent works our slaves like a machine, but Martynov’s story about Rem is way creepier.”
Cytortia looked at the demoness in confusion.
“How is Rem worse than Hellgate?”
“The Hellgate is a pit of sadism,” Melody conceded, recalling what Ebony told her. “However, even Hellgate have a special section for diplomatic prisoner, Rem don’t even pretend to care about courtesy of war.”
Cytortia turned silent.
In the Argentum War, Rem never granted the Cartel any luxury of knowledge. There were no formal declaration, only a letter of newspaper clippings, warning the Mexican to cease unsanctioned activity in America with approval of the Mafia commission. The Cartel ignored the warning, then the kidnapping and ransom demand occurred. The dispatched negotiation team only met an electronic speaker bringing the will of Samadi.
The church the meeting held caught fire. The scrambling negotiator fled outside and met their missing comrades, delusionally laughing like mad-men.
The devil ascended in the next twenty-four hours. Facilities got deconstructed. Explosion, fires, police raid, everything that should not crumble dematerialized. Key personal with sensitive secret vanished and reemerged mentally broken. Their bankers quit and the hit team sent to silence them returned in a straight-jacket. Politicians suddenly went mad and exposed for corruption. Testimonies carted away many of the Cartel’s top official. To add more insult to the decaying infrastructure, a long-suppressed dissenters rose and forced the Cartel to its knee.
“At least in Hellgate, you get kept alive to suffer,” Melody narrated, as they reached the warehouse’s front-door. “Rem don’t keep prisoner. He sends them back to destroy you. Martynov said the Mexican Cartel only learn the Argentum’s identity after their boss announced his unconditional surrender on live TV. Jekyll Aztellic is dangerous, but Samadi is lethal.”
Hikma sighed.
“Guys, Martynov is exaggerating.”
The French-Arab opened the door and instantly proven wrong.
…
A girl sat motionless in the middle of the warehouse. She looked spotless, pristine from her clothes to her flaming orange-hair. The four won’t notice any damage, if not for the eyes. They were dead. All light of resistance crushed so finely she was more like a breathing corpse than a full fledge human.
“Chuang?” Cytortia trembled, seeing her senior sister destroyed beyond comprehension.
“Cartia,” Chuang blinked deliriously. “No, you are Arwen, right? But which Arwen? I remember fifteen Arwen. Half of those Arwen always left. Another half died because of me. I feel worst about the later.”
Chuang's pupils were like a wild animal—cornered, afraid, desperate and fearful.
“This is getting funny,” Chuang laughed. “Oh, there are four of you? I remember getting beat up by twice that number. Do me a favor and drug me first, okay? The gang rape is little better when I am delirious. Ha, ha, ha, ha—fucking marriage—those arseholes run the moment things sour. Then again, I used them, so I guess I am asking for chest-burster.”
Chuang giggled madly.
“You guys should have seen it!” Chuang gave a trembling, broken smile. “Sploosh! Blood everywhere. I died screaming. Ha. Ha. Ha. What an idiot. I promised Cena I will marry him when I was a kid, but no surprise, a backstabbing bitch like me got what I deserve. The saddest thing is he never left my side, so they tore him to pieces in front of me. The blood taste like caramel… I hate caramel.”
Chuang slowly turned silent before throwing herself from the chair, worming toward the four like a caterpillar.
“Please kill me!” Chuang cried, unable to stop smiling as she beseeched her four saviors for life’s last destination. “Chop me to piece! Dissolve my body! Hack my brain from my skull and burn it! I don’t care what you do! I don’t care how much it hurt! I don’t want to live anymore! Please end me already before he come back! You can use me however you want! But just keep him away from me!”
Chuang brawled like a baby, stunning the four spectators into the orbit by sheer clusterfuck.
“Oh. My. God,” Hikma barely believed this broken shell nearly killed him.
“No,” Melody corrected him fearfully. “Hikma, this is solid proof no benevolent gods exist.”
Cytortia lost her words.
“Congratulation,” Luxinna Latoria watched Chuang curled into a ball. “You won the argument, Melody. Nothing is worse than Rem’s torture chamber.”
A voice suddenly rang beside them.
“Thanks for a vote of confidence, guys,” Rem was drinking a homemade milkshake. “You might think I am bull-shitting, but I will admit I screw up. Now, I understand what you want. Each of you get a punch, after—”
BANG!
Several things happened in that instant. Chuang saw Rem, screamed like she saw a giant man-eating cockroach with the face of her mother, then emptied everything in her anus and bladder. Hikma threw a feeble punch, which landed with a soft smack on Rem’s expressionless face. Hikma might be a great Arcanist, and an excellent defensive swordsman, but his hook was pathetic. However, Luxinna’s sucker-punch remained impressive as ever. Hikma landed the hit because Rem let him, but the elf didn’t need any permission. Her fist plowed into Rem’s abdomen and sent him crashing into the wall with enough force to crack the concrete.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?”
Lux yelled, pinning Rem to the wall by his throat.
“A modified [Mentalism],” Rem’s pained answer was concise.
“Incredible,” Melody concluded. Her brain functioned 135% better from raw horror. “You adapt [Mentalism] Arcane to interrogate her. But how can’t she recognize any of us.”
“She can,” Rem corrected Melody. “But save from your truly, she can’t distinguish you from a hundred other version she remembered from the nightmares I put her through.”
“Nightmares?”
“Nothing major. Think of it like a hyper realistic dreams several lifetimes worth of tragedy long.”
“Nightmares don’t do that to people!”
“Orange juice don’t kill people until you overdose the citric acid,” Rem explained without a hint of shame. “One lifetime of those dreams and she will shrug it off as an illusion, but several hundred? Not to mention I refresh her memory on every loop, so the increasing fake memories slammed her all at once, every single time. At a certain point, fake will outnumber the real. Right now our goddess lost the ability to distinguish fantasy from reality.”
Melody turned away from Rem, too stunned to respond.
Hikma and Luxinna lost their words in their throat. They put themselves in Chuang’s position and came up with zero way to resist Rem. It was then they finally realized how unstoppably cruel Rem could be, and they immediately wanted to run away from that fact.
Cytortia remained silent. She walked toward the sobbing Chuang, ignoring the liquid pooling on the concrete and the emerging foul stench. The goddess of wood knelt down and cradled the woman who torment her throughout her childhood, trying her best to give the fallen Heavenly Daughter some warmth.
“Fix her,” Cytortia calmed the panicking Chuang down and whispered to the shattered goddess. “Don’t worry, everything will be okay.”
Chuang sobbed and fully let go of the floodgate, wailing on Cytortia’s shoulder like she no longer had anything to lose.
“Fix her?” Melody gasped, focusing her eyes anywhere but the demonic human who caused the carnage. “Cy, there is no fixing this. This is not like a broken washing machine and fried motherboard. Brain is a complex organ, and Rem flamethrowered all inches of its surfaces.”
“No,” Cytortia threw a glare at Rem. “You won’t do anything that you can’t reverse. You can undo the damage, right? As your boss, I am ordering you to do it.”
Rem sighed.
“You got me,” Rem admitted. “I leave a backdoor behind. Even if that doesn’t work, sealing away all the false memories and reset her consciousness to what it was thirty minutes ago isn’t that hard.”
“As expected, you are being an ass about everything,” Luxinna growled, but deep down she felt relieve. “Will it kill you to use a method that don’t involve maiming and death threat?”
“You are assuming I will follow that order,” Rem said. “News flash, I don’t plan too.”
Silence
“Rem,” Hikma warned. “Enough is enough. This is against everything we fight for. I don’t want a fight, but you will fix her mind one-way or another.”
Luxinna reacted by tightening her grasp on Rem’s windpipe.
“Go ahead,” Rem calmly invited the violence. “But don’t you want to hear the reason I have to do this.”
“Does it involve our safety?” Melody said tastelessly. “Thank you for the concern, but none of us need to stoop this low to stop her from ratting.”
“Information leak concern contributes about 42%,” Rem admitted. “Another 58% is purely for her own sake.”
“Excuse me?” Luxinna grimaced. “Are you telling me you mind-fuck people for their own sake? What about the Argentum War?”
Rem didn’t entertain blinking.
“So Martynov told you about my escapade with Antonio,” Rem concluded, tapping Luxinna in the arm. “Good for him. You must know eventually. Now would you begrudgingly allow me to breathe.”
Luxinna hesitantly unpinned her arm.
“Hikma can you please put Chuang to sleep. She already have enough for one day,” Rem asked.
Hikma begrudging throw an [Conceptual Seal] at Chuang. The Arcane took effect and Chuang sank to slumber on Cytortia’s lap, purring like a kitten.
Rem begun his explanation.
“Making excuse for the Argentum War is pointless. The Mexican Cartel won’t back off and they had Mexico in their grasp for years. It already hard enough to persuade the commission to reinforce our sovereignty. I need a perfect victory and I don’t want any innocent to suffer in that war. This victory condition required me to pioneer psychological warfare and strategic strikes from the cover of anonymity to impair the Mexican. Martynov might forget to mention my strategy worked. Neither side suffered the loss of human life in the conflict.”
“You killed none, but condemned hundreds to a mental hospital,” Hikma sternly replied.
“I am not a god, Hikma,” Rem justified. “I can’t perform a miracle without a price. Do you realize the number of lives narcotics destroyed? In a certain perspective, asylum maybe too good for them. With the medical care in the market today, I guess they will be ready to rejoin the society soon and the trauma will make them think twice about narcotic trade.”
“What about my sister?” Cytortia stared at Rem sternly. “What did she do to deserve this? And why don’t you fix her?”
“That what I must know,” Melody added. “What make you defy Cytortia’s direct order?”
“Because I want to save a soul.”
Every eye turned toward Rem.
“Rem, this is not saving people,” Luxinna’s voice was almost pleading. “We are above this kind of thing. How can you save people by breaking their will? Can’t you register how fuck-up evil is this? Please give us an actual explanation.”
Rem gazed at the sky.
“How do you balance saving a person happiness against their soul?”
“What?” that question caught Luxinna by surprise.
“You are making no sense,” Hikma whispered, barely understanding his friend anymore.
But Melody got it.
“You are playing a long game,” Melody theorized in a mixture of horror and fascination. “All the shit you put her through is an investment in Chuang Tianshang. You yanked her memory out with [Mentalism] and it convinced you to do this.”
Rem nodded.
The conversation veered in a disturbing direction for Luxinna.
”Why?”
“An unmaterialized alternative caused by one Queen of Heaven's suck-ass mentorship,” Rem cursed. “Now, we need to clean her mess.”
The entire room got knocked out of orbit save for Cytortia, who remembered a much kinder girl.
“Rem, tell me. What did my teacher do to Chuang?”
“More like what she failed to do,” Rem clarified. “Artio hit the ball off the park by advising you to left. I watched Chuang’s evolution into bitch we see today, and you can quote my word that Nu Wa failed at all conceivable metric as a mentor. The Heavenly Daughters—Chuang, LinLey, and even Tai Hua—reached your master's arms as a clay with potential. Through a combination of failing to understand basic humanity, intense internal competition, and an unhealthy amount of ego mismanagement, all of them emerged as a piece of work with too much firepower. Chuang’s case hit me pretty deeply, so I chow the risk and unbaked the bread.”
“Unbaked the bread?” Melody questioned.
“People rarely change once they set,” Rem explained. “Chuang’s formative years molded her into an omega bitch. The only way to reshape that stone is to convert it back to raw material, and recast it. But that would dishonor her as an individual, killing the Chuang we recognize and replacing her with a doll. I can’t have that. I want her to have an epiphany, and this mean pioneering an alternative design.”
“Alternative design? Mind-fucking is a fashion trend now?” Luxinna looked at Rem like he just gone insane.
“Partly,” Rem admitted. “An epiphany come from realization and experience. To understand one, Chuang must reflect on her action from another perspective and—by her own will—realize how far she sunk. This meant learning and repenting on her action from the bottom of her soul. It is why I need to put her into a nightmare loop. I need her to understand what she subject other people through.”
“You use Mentalism to subject her to cycle of repeated nightmare, carving fear of death and despair for her to learn what it feel like to suffer under tyranny,” Hikma looked at Rem, and realized his inner wished. “You want to teach the sanctity of life, by making her experience the world where life isn’t sacred.”
Melody and Luxinna growled, but Hikma’s verdict was enough to pacify them for now.
Rem looked at Cytortia.
“Your master’s failure—no—this world’s failure lies in failing to teach your senior sisters the value of life. While some people—like you, Cy—naturally value the beauty of life, most learn its sacredness from pain. Your senior sister never got that. Instead, they got the power to set life on fire and a zero inhibition.”
“You make her experience what it like to lose her life.”
Rem nodded dryly.
“I understand what you are thinking. You think I went overboard. That I overdid it to the point she broke beyond recovery. Yes, I overestimate her mental fragility, but the next part of the plan is still intact. And I need your help for that.”
“Wait! You want us to be your conspirator?” Luxinna gaped at the suggestion.
“Fine,” Cytortia declared.
“Cy, are you going along with this?” Luxinna questioned her friend.
“We don’t have a choice,” Cytortia said. “Is the next part will make her better?”
“Oh, you will like the next part,” Rem said. “In fact, I need you to contact Lancaster.”
“Shyme?” Luxinna said. “You are dragging a 33 Stars into this.”
“We need someone to protect Chuang because she will be powerless in the next part of the plan.”
“What are you planning,” Melody interrogated Rem.
“It doesn’t matter, Melody,” Cytortia ordered. “What matter now is getting Chuang back to her feet? And Rem, after this we need a re-org. I cannot have you do this kind of thing without our permission.”
“Yes, my lady,” Rem smiled.
It took a long time, but the bread called the Heavenly Daughter of Wood was finally coming out of the oven.
Part of the concept behind this chapter is accountability. Most novel (especially the Chinese) saw a protagonist with omniscience morality license. The author then disguise said laziness with edginess, lowering their standard by claiming that their character is not a saint, and earn the in-universe popularity not through charisma, vision or empathy, but through crowd manipulation, band-wagoning and promise of power.
Hence you got a perpetual man-child, laying waste to everything he saw with narrative on his side and no incentive to grow as a human. Then people wonder why we got Kung Flu.
Like how cynicism doesn not equal wisdom, HD do not have to be edgy to prove a point. The team do not praise Rem's action. No, they grilled him alive for it and would force him to fix the damage. But unlike most character Rem don't bend his knee, explain his plan, and admit to his limitation. Even then, Cytortia still realize they need to reorg their command structure to make sure Rem's extremism is under a stricter management.
And Remwantst this. He knew his flaws. He knew he need to have a break, so he uses this opportunity to help Cytortia grow into a leader she must be.
That is the meaning of maturity, and I am saying this as to flip the bird on the 90 Wuxia man-child.
I'm kinda curious to find out which Wuxia novels made you hate/dislike [not sure if hate would be the right word; it's a bit strong] these typical Wuxia MCs and their MC ideologies. Which authors committed these cardinal sins in character writing/philosophy?
@MD256 Every. Single. One.
It starts rubbing the wrong way once they reuse all their mother f*cking plot. It then becomes anger once you realize that the Protagonist obtain their power by raw coincidence and stand for utterly nothing and act like they are some hot stuff. Then you compare to a hero like Superman, and it becomes hate and disgust. Even Goku and Naruto actually have something to stand on (perseverance and brotherly bond)--One Piece is about chasing Freedom (Pirate King).
Compare them to someone with standard and you suddenly realize the entire 2000 chapter is a story about a hero who greatest trait is arrogance, ego, swindling, and Confucianism. The man who gives zero positive contribution to the world and pretty achieve greatness by stealing resource from others, justifying his action by his sucky past and claiming the time for his domination is coming. Whose so self-center that he pretty much the only describable character in his novel. He is only good because his enemy is evil. That right the author is so helpless they can only make their character look heroic by making the opponent look irredeemably evil/ungrateful. Or make the obvious betrayal possible by dropping the character IQ.
I think that description also fit one country in particular. The true racist whose racism handed their ass in 100 years of humiliation. Change nothing about their value that sees the rest of the population as a natural resource. And think they are invincible until they are not. The country that boast about nationalism so much but never wise up to the fact 'love for thou country' doesn't mean 'disrespecting everyone else'. Shut up their detractor with a military that fail to win anywhere else with an opponent worth a damn. Geez, which country is that exactly? Oh right, the country these authors comefrom.
@JWL
It starts rubbing the wrong way once they reuse all their mother f*cking plot. It then becomes anger once you realize that the Protagonist obtain their power by raw coincidence and stand for utterly nothing and act like they are some hot stuff. Then you compare to a hero like Superman, and it becomes hate and disgust.
Yeah, off the top of my head I can't think of one that doesn't do this. I was just wondering if there were any specific ones that you'd consider the most guilty out of the lot of them. [I suspect MGA (Martial God Asura, for those who don't know which novel I'm referring to) is up there in the list of usual suspects.]
Even Goku and Naruto actually have something to stand on (perseverance and brotherly bond)--One Piece is about chasing Freedom (Pirate King).
And then you read Berserk... and oh boy...
I think that description also fit one country in particular. The true racist whose racism handed their ass in 100 years of humiliation. Change nothing about their value that sees the rest of the population as a natural resource. And think they are invincible until they are not. The country that boast about nationalism so much but never wise up to the fact 'love for thou country' doesn't mean 'disrespecting everyone else'. Shut up their detractor with a military that fail to win anywhere else with an opponent worth a damn. Geez, which country is that exactly? Oh right, the country these authors comefrom.
For a second I thought you were talking about a certain country beginning with A. [Specifically, this part:
And think they are invincible until they are not. The country that boast about nationalism so much but never wise up to the fact 'love for thou country' doesn't mean 'disrespecting everyone else'.
To go further into that, I'd describe them also with "When their perceived invincibility is shown to not be the case, they respond with the definition of the word 'overkill'." But they are another conversation with their own good and bad parts.]
But the final sentence made me do a 180 and think "Oh shit, them too?"
@MD256
You never see what America's special force can do. Like it or not, Overkill is still a kill and America did win a spying war with Russia. The subject of slavery was heavily discuss in the first congressional debate among the founding father. Thomas Jefferson is tempted to write the cause on Slavery down on the constitution, but compromise to keep the southern state happy. Flaw as it maybe, country A was not a racist whose race supremacy handicap them. That award goes to particular superpower who think they are way ahead in technological curve compare to the puny westerner until they got f*ck in the opium with the British. f*ck again by the Japanese in WW2 that a NAZI have to step in to save them (that right a Nazi save the people of Nanking from the Japanese proving not everyone in the Racist camp is evil).
The country is a reflection of its philosophy that its people believe in and how people interpret it. America is found on Freedom. It might stray from that ideal but as long as the spirit remains, it correct it course. That is how the country that f*ck the middle east over multiple time elected the superhuman who arrange 4 peace deal in middle east and deescalate Korea. A value reflects an entity and even now I still don't understand China's value and can't relate with it.
And I am a f*cking Chinese Thai. Think about it. I identify more with America over China, despite descending from there. I write Rem to be an American for a reason: he reflects what its ideal could become both good and ill.
@JWL I've put this in spoiler tags - even though it's not a spoiler - because it's long and for those who cba to read it, they don't have to see it.
Hey I'm not saying who's better or worse. Hell, I believe that in the world right now, to my limited knowledge, America's the best country there is. I can't even choose a second place that comes close to it. The thing is, I barely knew/know anything about China. Probably just heard the mainstream information through the years and never really looked into it. That's what got me into some Wuxia novels. That void of knowledge. It was SO different from what I knew. That and starting to watch anime helped. It made me look more actively for different perspectives. That's one of the reasons I started reading HD as well. More perspectives.
I understand Jefferson's compromise, because the southern states at the time were using slavery as quite the fuel for their economy, amongst other issues that would take some time to dissect. But hey, I'm no historian. The thing is I'm just disappointed in their current state. They can be so much better. There is so much potential. But my personal philosophy is that perfection is an unattainable goal, and has to be, because where would you go from there and what else would satisfy you after reaching it? The fun in seeking perfection is the journey, not the destination. [#TheFunIHadWithStardustCrusaders] Well, that's just me getting sidetracked.
I'm also not coming with the over-simplistic mentality of "If you're racist, you're bad. That's all you amount to as a person *sticks tongue out*". Hell, let's just say I'd rather work with a person I know doesn't like me - as long as they don't hinder my work or their own out of spite, and they act professionally instead of emotionally - than the person who pretends to like me, but would stab me in the back when it suits them to do so. I think most people would choose to do the same, if they think logically. "Do not fear the competent enemy, but the incompetent ally." Not exactly that, but along those sorts of lines.
And hey, if we're putting our ethnicites on the table, I'm a Bengali Muslim born and raised in the UK. Hell, I identify with America more than the UK, Bangladesh or even Muslims at times. Especially when it comes to the topic of freedom of speech/expression. But if anyone has a reason to hold SOME dislike for either nation, based purely on their actions towards those I consider my people [Hey, I'm not saying we're perfect either. Definitely NOT. FAR from it. I ain't going into the mess that things are currently with my lot, though. Story for another time], I'm your guy. At least with America, I can somewhat understand their reasoning, even if I may disagree with how far they take things at times. China on the other hand... hell, it looks like they can even treat their own like crap, but I don't know enough about them to comment further, so I won't.
All in all, this isn't me defending China or crapping on America. For both parties, I'm an outsider, so I try to be objective, but I'm human so of course I'll have some biases and there'll be things I don't know/know yet and/or things I'm wrong about. The road to improvement is a long one.
@MD256 Your assessment is spot-on. I mostly agree with you, actually. But if you look deep into history. China has a history of greatness undermine by a greatness inevitable factor: their own arrogance and short-sightedness.
Let me give you an explanation of Chinese f*ck up using their literature the three Kingdom: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=26EivpCPHnQ
Then you realize--they never change.
@JWL *insert Bernie Sanders meme* Once again, I am using spoiler tags for non-spoilers. Just to make my comment look shorter than it actually is. Moving on...
So what I've gathered from the video is that throughout China's history [at least, Ancient China's history] through the generations we find rulers that are unable/unfit/don't care/too corrupt to govern their land properly in times of peace.
In the case of not caring/corruption, this leads to a revolt from the people. They are either led by a manipulative power-seeker or a man who corrupts after gaining power, not really knowing what to do with it, until someone with a similar of ambition comes along and kills him off.
In the case of the ruler being unable/unfit to rule - i.e. the child emperors - this led to a power vacuum where different members of the court vied for power and tried to win over the emperor or outright usurp the emperor. If a court member succeeded, they'd basically be the shadow emperor/new emperor, and when they became complacant, the other members of the court would revolt against them. However, if no individual court member succeeded in gaining power, given enough time, the regional lords take power over their own regions, splintering the nation into separate provinces and waging war on each other until one of them manages to unify China once more. Or they reach a stalemate with the other lords and amass power so that one day, they reach that goal.
In essence, to me, the problem seems to be the mishandling of newly-gained power and I'd say it's also likely to be the incompetence of these new rulers in their ability to rule over a nation during times of peace. War looked like a game to them, but the maintaining of peace seems to have always eluded them. Honestly, watching the video made it look like a long-running game of hot-potato, spanning for generations. The potato represents the power to rule over the nation, and each time one of these "leaders" caught it, it seemed like they didn't know what to do with it and ended up burnt by it and throwing it to the next schmuck unfortunate enough to catch it.
I'm sure the video didn't include the leaders that were able to rule during the times of peace, but I'm guessing they were the exceptions. And in the long run, it didn't matter. They couldn't change the root of the issue. When one man is meant to be in charge for the entirety of his life, what happens when his life is cut short, whether through natural means or otherwise?
It seemed that the contingencies they left behind were to let their child, whose practically a fetus when it comes to ruling a nation, to fill in the power vacuum left behind by the emperor's death. In other words, there was no proper rules in place that would allow a clean succession to the throne. Maybe this was to prevent the successor usurping the current emperor by assassinating them behind closed doors. But still.
As I'm typing this, I've reached two main issues that I took from the video that the Ancient Chinese leaders didn't fix when they probably could/should have done so. They couldn't/didn't care to govern properly in times of peace, and they had no way/didn't want to establish a good method for succession of power [reasons could vary, being anywhere from reassuring their own safety to satisfying/overindulging in their lust for power].
But basically, at least in Ancient China, looks like none of these leaders ever learned. I wonder if any of them studied their history? That would probably be dependent on how well people kept records of events during those times I guess, so they may not have been able to do an in-depth study of their history. But, considering how we've been able to watch this over-simplified version of events today - the guy did say the events may just be myth - there must have been someone who kept some records.
Going to sleep now. Not willing to admit what time it is rn lol.
@MD256 Bingo. That is why Rem vehemently oppose Melody desire to be an empress. Rem might not be Hikma but he knows history. He doesn't need Clairvoyance to know Melody's only success in the best-case scenario is throwing a hot potato to the next generation. That system have a single point of failure—the ruler.
Take a peak at modern CCP and can you spot the difference the moment you swap Xi Jinping with an emperor chair. Yeah, I am fascinate how are the f*cking Chinese People are so content with being a walking pawn for the system that is barely different from the one that effectively locks Ancient China in a cyclical stagnation.
Another interesting fact, Qin Shihuang, the first emperor of China burns book other than agriculture and medical subject to streamline the country opinion. Something never changes. And now you finally work out why every wuxia either copy plot from themselves or others. The nation threw their ability of divergent thinking since ancient times. Let face it all Wuxia is pretty the same book on the same subject because all the authors are pretty the same species of average Chinese man.
And you wonder why they can't think of a new plotline.
@JWL Well, I guess the old Melody would've fell into that problem too. Huh. Didn't think about that on the initial read.
Sidenote: The Xi Jinping --> Winnie the Pooh meme is hilarious to me. And the fact that he actively censors its use in China is also funny to me, if it weren't also sad for the people. Can't even joke about their leader. That's one more freedom the USA has and can be taken for granted that isn't as popular worldwide. Freedom of speech, man, it's needed, at least for venting purposes.
And yeah, looks like China [at the very least, the people in power] hasn't really reflected/reflected enough on their history. Reminds me of the quote: "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." I'd take the quote one step further and switch the word "remember" with the words "reflect on".
But to be fair to the people, if a relatively recent event like the Tiananmen Square Incident can be covered up by the CCP from the current young generation, it makes you think about how much their education system allowed today's average Chinese person to learn about their nation's past? And how was it taught to them, if it was taught at all? Did the government put their own biases and propaganda into their teaching of it? Hell, the only reason I know of the incident is because of this comedian's show's specific episode covering Saudi Arabia and censorship in China. It's an interesting watch if you feel like it:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ad-YqwhUsTE