Sui Xiong naturally had the right to be proud. In a world where racial discrimination was prevalent, he had established a country where all races could live in peace, get along with each other, get rid of discrimination, and eliminate hatred. This was really a great achievement.
But he was not satisfied.
Before his time travel, he had participated in the production of a game with the theme of anti-racial discrimination. The protagonist of the game played by the player was an Indian who united various spirits of nature and progressive forces from various countries and nationalities to resist the brutal British invaders and protect the vast land of North America. They used spears and magic to reject the "development" of the so-called "civilization."
He was one of the artists at that time, but he had also seen the story. There was an article about the protagonist at the end of the second chapter of the plot, when he united his partners to raise the flag and establish the base of resistance against the British. It was said that it was written by a master who was appreciated by the Propaganda Department, and the level was not ordinary. There were no allusions, no clichés, and no empty words. Every sentence was simple and sincere, and every sentence was directed to the heart, moving and stirring up people's emotions.
At that time, including Sui Xiong, all the staff involved in the development of the game were moved by it. Everyone was looking forward to the real launch of the game, looking forward to the players' reactions after seeing this plot.
However, even when Sui Xiong traveled to this world, the game was still stuck in the final review stage, because it "alluded to reality." According to the opinions of the industry experts, it was best to change the background to some other world or something …
Sui Xiong was now really in a different world. When he was thinking about how to deal with racial discrimination, he naturally thought of that article. So he was a little hesitant, considering whether he should respect the traditions of this world, but he made up his mind.
A good tradition was a tradition, and a bad tradition was a bad habit! When he was on Earth, he was a weak artist who was helpless in the face of many bad habits. But now he was one of the top masters among the gods. Why should he be afraid? Why should he give in to bad habits?
Screw the tradition! Brother Xiong, I don't like it, so change it for me!
So he finally decided to forcibly abolish racial discrimination, and he did not hesitate to use an iron fist to get it done.
Now, his efforts had indeed borne fruit. He had established a country that was, at least on the surface, free of racial discrimination.
Then, the next step was to slowly expand his influence and strive to make the entire world's racial discrimination a thing of the past. He wanted to make scholars thousands of years later wonder why the ancient people were so backward, ignorant, and barbaric when they saw this term.
This was not an easy task. It would take a lot of time and there would be a lot of resistance. But Sui Xiong had unlimited time and enough power. The key was that he was not in a hurry.
He was not in a hurry. He could take his time, push forward the progress bit by bit, and spread civilization bit by bit. Even if it took a few thousand years, he could afford to wait.
The green floating jellyfish smiled and watched the bustling registration crowd.
This time, there were more people signing up than ever before. It was probably because of the three guarantees policy of "food, lodging, tuition, and distribution" that attracted everyone.
"I didn't have such good conditions in the past." A half-elf who was sorting out the registration materials said with a smile, "I remember the first accounting class. Although the tuition was not expensive, and there were subsidies for food and accommodation, we still had to pay for it ourselves."
"Yes, but there were also a lot of people at that time, just a little less than this time," a staff member who was sorting out the registration materials said with a smile. "I remember that I was quite young at that time, but in the blink of an eye, I am also old. But look at you, you are still the same as before. The elven blood is really good! "
"What the hell! Your grandson is already in school. I have been married for almost 30 years, and I haven't even given birth to a child yet! "
"There is no such thing as the best of both worlds in the world. You have a long life. In a lifetime, you can always have a number of children. "
"Thank you for your kind words." The half-elf nodded with a smile, picked up the stack of materials that had been sorted out, walked along the long corridor around the corner, and walked towards the data room in the distance.
Because he turned his head to talk, he did not notice that he had collided with a short Orc in front of him.
Whether it was the Half-Beastman or him, neither of them were muscular. This time, both of them suffered. They both stepped back and fell to the ground. The sorted materials also fell to the ground in a mess.
"I'm … I'm sorry!" The short Orc with a strange pointed nose was so scared that even his face turned pale. He hurriedly apologized, his pair of long ears swaying non-stop. He looked very embarrassed.
"It's not your fault. I didn't look in front of me when I was walking. Serves me right." The half-elf smiled and shook his head, comforted him, and looked at the materials that had fallen to the ground. He could not help but sigh deeply.
"Old Duding, sometimes I really miss the time when we were adventurers together!" He said, "Although we were poor and dangerous, at least there was not so much nagging work!"
His friend Duding, the one with a lot of white hair, heard this and said with a smile, "At that time, we only worried about not having enough work. We often thought about what to do for the next meal after eating. Who would have thought that there would be a time when we complained about too much work? "
The half-elf also smiled, turned over and stood up. He first pulled up the Orc who was still sitting on the ground, and then was about to pick up the materials that had fallen to the ground when he suddenly froze and stared at him.
"What's wrong?" Duding put his things on the ground and bent down to help him pick up the materials. Seeing him stunned, he asked curiously, "What's wrong with this little guy? Do you know him? "
The half-elf shook his head and then asked, "What kind of Orc are you? Fox or rabbit? "
Only then did Duding react. He turned his head and saw that although the short Orc had the long ears of a rabbit, he had a pointed nose like a fox, and his appearance was very strange.
"Hey? I didn't notice if you didn't mention it! " He also came over curiously and carefully looked at the little guy who was still a little shaken. "If it's a mixed-blood Orc, generally the children will have a clear racial orientation, and it is rare for there to be a borderline species between the two races. Even if there is one, it will usually appear between two Orcs with similar bloodlines. Foxmen and Rabbitmen … This difference is too big. How can there be a borderline species? I've never heard of it. "
"It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it. Seeing is believing."
The short Orc became even more nervous. He lowered his head and his body trembled slightly.
"Ah! Did we scare you? " The half-elf was more slender and more sensitive. He sensed his nervousness and hurriedly apologized. "I'm very sorry! But we really don't mean any harm. We're just … a little surprised. "
"Yeah, I'm just surprised." Duding also hurriedly explained. "You don't have to be nervous. In the Republic, no one will discriminate against you because of your appearance or race."
"If anyone dares to do so, you can complain to the people of the Church of the Void Mask. Those clergymen on the street with jellyfish painted on their robes," the half-elf said. "I guarantee that they will drag him to electrotherapy and electrocute him so much that even his mother can't recognize him!"
"Or electrocute him so much that even his mother can't recognize him." Du Ding joked. "Last time, I saw a guy who bullied a gnome. Then, he was dragged to undergo electrotherapy in front of everyone. Green and white electric currents surrounded him and sizzled around him. Everyone clicked their tongues in wonder, and someone even shouted, 'He's going to heaven.'"
The two of them cooperated with each other as if they were performing a crosstalk. Although it was not funny at all, it successfully dispelled the fear of the short Orc and finally made him laugh.
"Thank you!" He stood up and thanked the two of them. "I'm here to sign up for a technical school. May I ask if this is the place?"
"The place is right." The half-elf nodded and pointed to a corner. "Turn around this corner and you'll find the admissions office."
"But looking at your physique, I'm afraid it'll be a little difficult." Duding shook his head. "This time, we're recruiting craftsmen and miners. It's all hard work. I'm afraid you won't be able to do it. "
"I'll do it well!" The short Orc said stubbornly. "If others put in a bit of effort, I'll put in two. If others do it for an hour, I'll do it for two hours. As long as you're diligent enough, you'll always be able to do it well. "
The two former adventurers looked at each other, nodded, and smiled.
"Little guy, what's your name?" Duding asked. "Maybe in a few years, we'll still be colleagues."
"Hoppes," the short Orc replied. "My name is Hoppes Wilder. Thank you for your guidance."
Watching him walk briskly and quickly turn the corner, Duding muttered to himself, "There aren't many Orcs with surnames. What's the background of this little guy?"
"Regardless of his background, it's not important." The half-elf who once had a noble surname laughed. "In this country, what's important is not the past, but the future."
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