His movements were a little slow, as the fatigue from last night had not completely dissipated.

He forcefully slapped the crystals off his right robotic arm. This is [ore disease], but he is different from ordinary patients with ore disease.

As a mechanic of one of the Three Mechanical Churches [Maxwell's Church], he can transfer internal organs and ore particles in the circulatory system to his arms through a mechanical arm. Although this does not cure his illness, it can greatly slow down the symptoms.

His pain.

After rubbing his groggy eyes, Li Xi got out of bed and started the morning washing ritual. On his exposed left hand, there was a line of time record - [175,320:20:56].

The time scale that represents life is constantly decreasing. Richie still has 175,320 hours of life left. He can clearly watch the passage of his life.

"Gululu——"

The light blue mouthwash flowed away in the white porcelain basin, and the cool feeling on the inner wall of his mouth gradually dispelled his sleepiness, making him finally wake up.

After groping in the closet, he took out a black uniform of the Authority, which was a symbol of his status as a member of the Authority and was also part of his daily life.

When the curtains are opened, warm yellow sunlight suddenly pours into the room, filling the entire space with the coolness of the morning and a hint of warmth.

In the room, dozens of books and notes, large and small, were neatly arranged on the bookshelf at the foot of the bed.

The semicircular spines of the books reflected a row of bright spots, gently stimulating his eyes.

Today he was so blessed that he dug out the fairy tale book he brought from the Daevite Empire - this book should have been burned by the empire's firefighters with "451" carved on their heads, but his parents kept it

, and used it as a children's enlightenment book for his son.

In Daeva, the government prohibits other civilians from owning books, and propagates among the people that ordinary citizens owning books and knowledge will lead to misfortune and inequality.

Only the subjects of His Majesty the Great Hanged King can obtain knowledge, only the servants of the four masked lords can obtain knowledge, only citizens authorized by the government can obtain knowledge, and only students authorized by the Atlas can obtain knowledge.

All that remains is to contribute their 'timescales' to the empire's six 'Books of Time'.

The mission of the citizens of the empire is just like the poem widely circulated in the capital of science and technology of the empire - [City that Never Sleeps]:

"The surface of the sunless sea,

Can't reflect the dim sky.

The unascended dark star rules here,

Repeating meaningless echoes.

No one knows when this city was built.

The bones of countless sins are its foundation.

People dance crazy dance involuntarily,

Because all living beings have to play a predetermined role.

For those beings beyond mortal cognition,

We die and are reborn, then die again.

Our monarch squirms and twists on his throne,

Before his authority, we offer sin sacrifices,

The thing he serves is blood (time); the person he serves is named the Hanged King.

Then you can suffocate in bliss on his puppet string."

In the Daevite Empire, the job of firefighters was not to put out fires, but to burn houses containing books.

They are the butchers who eliminate dissent and stifle freedom of thought.

[A long time ago, in a remote and mysterious forest, there lived a hardworking mole named Timo. Timo was different from other moles. He had a dream-to create a secret garden of his own.

.]

"Mole..." Richie Robert said to himself as he touched the lifelike paintings in this book.

Mole, this is the code name he gave himself in the Bureau.

When a mole reaches adulthood, its eyes are sunken deep under its skin, and its vision is completely degraded. In addition, it often does not see the sun and is not used to sunlight. Once it is exposed to sunlight for a long time, the central nervous system will be confused, various organs will be disordered, and even death.

When encountering danger, it screams to scare the enemy, and then waits for an opportunity to escape. The sound is like the chirping of cicadas or birds.

Because it likes to dig holes, damages crops, and is harmful to agriculture, it is called a pest.

This is an introduction to the mole, which is the contemptuous name the Atlases use for the citizens of the Daeva Empire, just as the Oletin Empire calls the citizens of the lower world the Gray People.

The Atlases of the Daevite Empire also disdainfully called their people - moles.

Knowledge is light, and I have lived in a "lightless country" where books have been burned since I was a child.

Once you reach adulthood, you no longer have access to knowledge.

The sad barriers of heart, the sad cognitive barriers, the sad ignorant thoughts...

It was firmly embedded in Mole's mind.

"Ignorant in life, ridiculous in death."

Rich Robert put the books back to their original place. Every time he looked at this fairy tale, his eyes flashed with a trace of imperceptible anger.

He hates the Hanged King, hates the lightless country Daeva, hates the Atlases in the Nightless City, and hates the Gear Orthodox Church that prohibits the spread of knowledge...

He is a mole, but he is not a mole.
Chapter completed!