"I... saw the fire."

Perhaps it was the special environment of the Sanctuary that triggered the thoughts in his mind. As Herbert recalled everything that appeared before him, his belief grew stronger.

When he closed his eyes, what he saw was not light.

It was fire!

Fiery flames!

After closing his eyes and recalling, Herbert felt more images in his heart and saw a scenery he had never seen before.

The memories in his mind also took a different form.

In the Frost Crystal Royal City, the faces he had seen in the slums and civilian districts, the pairs of eyes... all showed subtle changes.

In the past, Herbert only saw the decay and corruption of the upper class of the Frost Crystal Kingdom, their lavish lifestyles.

He realized that if left unchecked, the Kingdom would inevitably be devoured by them.

Others, at that moment, also thought like him and believed that the Frost Crystal Kingdom was already terminally ill and in need of a thorough cleansing from top to bottom, inside and out.

Herbert thought so, and he acted accordingly.

However, when he carefully reflected at that moment, he saw another perspective.

He discovered... the Frost Crystal Kingdom had long been on the brink of collapse.

And the direct cause of its destruction would not be drained by those nobles but would meet its end in a more tragic way.

The Kingdom would be burned to ashes... by the wrath of mortals!

Herbert saw in the residents of the Kingdom an inexhaustible fire of wrath.

Their bodies were numb, living like walking corpses, but deep in their souls, unaware themselves, they continuously questioned fate.

They condemned the injustice of fate.

"Why doesn't effort yield reward?"

"Why does no one care about our lives and deaths?"

"Why must we face such a tragic end?"

"Unfair!"

"This is unfair!!!"

...

They repeatedly asked, wanting to change, but bowed helplessly before the huge disparity due to their own powerlessness.

There was anger in their eyes, fire in their hearts.

But... they still lacked the opportunity.

Their past life had shackled them, and habit prevented them from easily thinking of rebellion.

They just thought, "Endure a bit more, everything will get through," enduring the present pain.

They didn't realize how terrifying their anger could be.

At the same time, those foolish nobles didn't notice it either.

The nobles were oblivious to the endless fire of anger hidden in the hearts of those they freely exploited... how dangerous it truly was!

When the nobles were wantonly destroying others, indulged in pleasure at others' expense, they didn't realize their own situation.

They and the Kingdom had long been walking on the brink of collapse.

Those idiots ignored that their feet tread on the edge of a cliff; with just half a step further, they would fall into an abyss filled with blazing flames.

And the missing opportunity might come at any time.

Perhaps it would be ten years later, or twenty years later, or maybe some ordinary afternoon.

The entire Frost Crystal Kingdom was seated on a powder-filled explosive barrel, just needing a spark to ascend into flames completely.

Perhaps it would be a maid committing suicide with resentment from resisting the nobles' abuse.

Or perhaps it would be the silencing murder of a miner's son after that miner tragically died in a mining accident.

Perhaps it would be when all the money used couldn't buy even half a loaf of bread.

When the only thing left in life ahead is death, when the good are driven to a dead end...

They naturally find a way to seek justice.

"That flame, rising from the depths of mortals' hearts, swells gradually, finally bursting at the peak, burning everything to ashes."

Herbert shook his head, showing a hint of melancholy, thinking of many, many things.

"Mortals are weak."

This is something no one can deny.

In a world where Extraordinary Power exists, the situation for ordinary people is the most tragic.

"The fire of anger in one's heart is indeed limited, but when they gather together, it will explode with endless power."

More than anyone else in this world, Herbert understood the amount of energy that mortals could unleash when united.

A spark can set a prairie ablaze.

Accumulating bit by bit.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

Although in the Extraordinary World, the individual power of the strong is infinitely amplified, ordinary people find it hard to kill true strongmen through sheer numbers.

But... isn't it true that the Frost Crystal Kingdom doesn't have any true strongmen?

Professionals below the Legendary rank can still be exhausted to death by a sea of people tactics.

When facing real numbers of violence, even if they want to escape, there's no way they can flee.

At the same time, individual weakness doesn't mean mortals are completely powerless to resist.

Don't forget that this is the era of believing in the Divine Spirits.

Faith can be transformed into power!

One person's faith might be insignificant, but the prayers of ten people, a hundred people... tens of thousands can induce significant change!

With a little guidance from someone with intentions, that anger could rapidly swell, eventually attracting the gaze of the Gods.

Yes, the wrath of mortals could even draw the attention of the Gods.

Even if... it would be the Evil God's gaze!

A nation untouched by the intervention of the Divine Spirit Church also means it doesn't receive the Divine Spirit's protection.

This is an uncultivated meadow.

Ordinarily, the Gods look down on a remote place like the Frost Crystal Kingdom, unwilling to waste resources here to develop faith.

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