"Aren't you creating the pain yourself?!"

Just one sentence made Pan unconsciously take a step back.

Make all the addicts around you lean back slightly.

In the previous time, Pan never considered that everything he experienced actually came from his inner choice.

Once such an option appeared, it made him tremble slightly...

However, at this time, he couldn't calm down and think about this possibility.

In other words, I don't want to think about this possibility.

After all, it's easier than admitting that you are blind and blaming others and the world for your pain...

Anger and resentment instantly overwhelmed Pan's sanity. He didn't think any more along Sean's words, with a cruel smile on his face, as if he planned to turn the next words into a sharp sword and severely hurt the mortals in front of him.

He stared at Sean and smiled bitterly: "So what, White Knight?

"So you want to kill me, to free Midnight Paradise?

"Do you think that if my form were wiped out and I lost the power to control this place, I would be able to make the children of Lower Town embrace their future?

"And then, again, a fool like... Peter, dreaming of one day transforming the Lower Town?

"Hahaha..." Thinking of the current state of the world, Pan felt happy, "You guys are so naive!"

"What do you mean?" Sean Dickinson smelled something deeper, so instead of interrupting Pan, he asked.

Pan gritted his teeth, and the corner of his mouth held a smile of dispelling hatred: "Let me tell you some truth...

"Haven't you thought about it? If I did something so wicked—

"Then, why didn't the big men who control most of the resources in this society eradicate me?

"They not only acquiesced in my existence, but even protected me in secret?"

Sean and others fell into silence - although they knew that "Midnight Paradise" was "acquiesced darkness", but they did not know the reason.

Pan sneered: "Because they need Xiacheng, they will always be the 'Xiacheng'."

Mike Downs asked coldly, "What does that mean?"

"Don't you understand?" Pan narrowed his eyes as if looking at a few poor fools. "So, let me answer a question first - why are there rich people in this world?"

Sean and the others didn't want to answer such a broad question, they just looked at him coldly.

Pan laughed to himself: "Fools - it is because there are poor people that there are rich people!

"Only if the exploited exist, can capital be exploited.

"With antelope, lions don't starve!"

"With cheap labor and a large base of waste consumers, they can form a solid bottom layer, and only then can the New York City and even the entire hierarchy pyramid of Newlander be maintained!"

Pan's arrogance seemed to be renewed by the retelling of these truths: "Think about it—

"If the lower suburbs did disappear, if the poor did disappear, where did the Weston shoe factory recruit $120-a-month workers?

"Who's going to consume that awful beer?

"Who will look at the villa in Long Island from a distance, with a face full of envy?

"Whose plight can make the philanthropist show his compassion...?"

"Do you understand?" Pan shouted, "The poor are the nourishment of the rich! They are the source of happiness for the rich to spy on the world!"

The whistling wind seemed to blow the hearts of Sean and the others cold.

At this moment, the outside of the castle was unbelievably quiet, as if you could hear the occasional crackling sound of the candle wick in the hands of the addicts.

"They're not going to allow downtown to stop being 'downtown'.

"Not only that, they will use various means to weaken the will of the poor to progress..."

Pan, who had been talking all the time, suddenly stopped.

His ugly eyes widened, goat-like pupils filled with fear.

He stared at the sky behind Sean and the others.

The moonlight turned back—there was nothing but the dark night sky.

But Pan can clearly see something...

The thing seemed to reflect on his retinas, reminding him not to get carried away.

It was a deer whose face was hidden in the darkness.

"Black Deer... Spring's... Messenger..."

Pan swallowed to moisten his dry throat.

At this time, Sean realized that Midnight Paradise was not just a product of Peter Pan's willfulness.

Someone higher up took advantage of this poor wandering god, making him a shepherd for the "poor" people in the lower city.

Make sure that these peoples, their collective enterprising spirits become tame and their thirst for the future remain numb...

And the bottom population can always maintain a considerable base.

Acting as the "food" for the rich can also compare their superior life...

So, they did not allow Wordsworth to succeed.

Once a successful Wordsworth appears, it is difficult to use various means to appease the hearts of the children who run away and change the hearts of the lower city.

They used their abilities to weld the way out for people in Xiacheng with their "birth".

No wonder... Sean frowned: I heard that after following up on the Midnight Paradise incident, even that Arthur Merlin was silent for a while.

Here, it is just a corner of some kind of huge dark order that covers the whole of Newlander.

And the seemingly terrifying Pan...

It's just a piece in the entire chessboard.

A bird's-eye view of the entire chessboard, with every life in it, Wordsworth, Peter Barry, Mrs. Dominic, and even Sean himself...

All are too small to be recognized on the chessboard.

Sean knew that if he was just an outsider in this chess game before, what he did next was destined to make him a participant.

"Pan." His calm voice seemed to finally attract the Faun, who was scared to death by something invisible.

Sean's voice was no longer cold, and even seemed to carry some sympathy: "Pan...

"You're saying this because you're influenced by Peter Barry's soul, and you want to end it."

A demigod from an ancient legend, staring at Sean with wide eyes.

I don't know if it's because of the legacy of the fear just now, or because I was shocked by Sean's insight...

"You find that the company and happiness that you have obtained from being a 'shepherd' in the lower city for more than ten years is so empty and hypocritical.

"You want to end this drudgery."

Pan didn't say a word~lightnovelpub.net~ seems to have forgotten, or doesn't know how to refute.

I'll help you get out of this game...

Sean narrowed his eyes and thought to himself.

As for being completely forgotten by people and ending that seemingly eternal pain someday in the future...

After this period of time, you can only rely on yourself.

No more roaring in the dark, no more indulging in the glory of the past...

Accept everything, even a thousand years of loneliness.

Then, the passage of time will give you eternal comfort.

"Lost wandering god, please go to sleep."

Sean raised his gun.

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