Chapter 157: Lying—It Simply Feels Uncomfortable!

"I am human too! There will come a day when I die. What will you do then? You will rely on yourselves! On our children!"

"The future belongs to you, to all Block Men! The world belongs to you!"

"..."

Having impassionately poured out what was truly on his mind, Mo Fangyuan finally realized he had lost his composure.

"Phew!"

"I know you are all feeling terrible inside, and so am I! But that is simply how it is... All our generation can do is lay a solid foundation for the next... So, let's end it here for today... You are all tired. Tomorrow is Day Seven, so go back, get some good rest, and relax!"

Looking down from above, the crowd beneath the podium was a churning sea of heads, yet completely silent.

They were evidently deeply touched by Mo Fangyuan's words.

"For a brighter tomorrow, let us strive together after we've had a good rest!"

With nothing more to say, Mo Fangyuan turned and walked away.

It took quite a while before a murmuring of voices rose from the crowd below.

"For the glory of our motherland, and so that His Majesty the King won't have to work so hard... we must strive even harder!"

It was a group of young students who spoke.

Their voices were tender yet resolute. Compared to the older generation, this new generation was brimming with vitality.

They would become the sturdy, spine-straight first generation of the Block Kingdom's future. Under the cultivation of Mo Fangyuan's ideology, they would sweep away the negative traits of weakness, self-doubt, and escapism that had plagued Block Men since ancient times, rising to become the pillars of the new era and the main force against the monsters...

"Phew! I really lost my composure today..."

Recalling his abysmal performance during the speech, Mo Fangyuan rubbed his temples in self-reflection.

It was just that he genuinely couldn't help it. Hearing people talk about relying on others made Mo Fangyuan, as a descendant of Hua civilization, utterly sick to his stomach.

What was the spirit of Hua civilization? What was the spirit Mo Fangyuan wanted to propagate?

Aside from a supreme moral system and excellent military strategy, it was self-reliance and a godless materialism.

Having been baptized since childhood by the ideology of self-reliance and depending on oneself, Mo Fangyuan could never accept the people under his leadership turning into puppets devoid of free will, knowing only how to cling to others.

If the people he led truly became such unconscious flesh-puppets, he would claw his way back from the grave even if he died, just to teach them what independence meant all over again!

"National Studies needs to be revised... No, a new subject should be added to teach people to build a mindset of self-reliance and depending on human effort rather than the heavens..."

"Let's call it Ideological and Moral Education..."

[Ideological and Moral Education is a mandatory subject for the high school entrance examination, accounting for a full one hundred points. You must memorize every single key point I circle! -- A Certain Head Teacher]

Pulling out his planning document, he recorded this plan and placed it right behind the Currency Plan, intending to start drafting it once the Currency Plan was finalized for the night.

"Tap! Tap! Tap!"

With his mind deeply focused, Mo Fangyuan did not notice a petite figure quietly sneaking up behind him.

According to the twenty-four-hour time system established by Mo Fangyuan, it was now officially nighttime.

"Hee hee hee~"

A discordant giggle interrupted Mo Fangyuan's train of thought.

"Huh?"

He felt a very strange sensation beneath his body...

"What are you doing here?!"

Mo Fangyuan looked down, and good grief!

A mass of bright red hair had somehow wriggled its way right between his legs, nearly entering him, giving Mo Fangyuan quite a start.

"It's just me! You promised to honor our agreement... It's time to begin!"

Seeing that she had been discovered, the Module Consciousness simply dropped all pretense and generously admitted her intention.

"No, wait, it's still early..."

Living in the era of big data, Mo Fangyuan had certainly encountered those kinds of websites.

But watching others and actually doing it yourself were two different things, and he felt a twinge of cowardice.

"What, don't you want me to press the switch anymore?"

The Module Consciousness became displeased. Even she wasn't scared! What was he afraid of?

"Otherwise, that switch is just going to..."

The more hesitant Mo Fangyuan acted, the more rebellious the Module Consciousness became, and the more she wanted to play those sultry games with him.

"You'll regret this!"

Having consumed countless media, Mo Fangyuan—who possessed experience point bonuses and rich theoretical knowledge once things got going—was by no means afraid of the Module Consciousness.

On the contrary, the diminutive frame of the Module Consciousness made him worry that she wouldn't be able to withstand his baptism.

"We're just playing a game! Why should I be scared?"

Mo Fangyuan didn't know what was going through the Module Consciousness's mind. Stripping away moral boundaries, he wasn't afraid at all; he wouldn't be the one suffering damage. In fact, in a sense, he was the one who would enjoy it.

"Come, come, come!"

Sinking heavily into the nearby office chair, the Module Consciousness imitated the posture of those seductive entertainment activities she had previously peeked at others doing at night, crossing her graceful, plump, and slender jade legs.

At this moment, she had no inkling of the gravity of the situation.

"Come, come, come!"

The Module Consciousness repeated her earlier phrase, this time adopting a posture of extreme temptation.

"You asked for this!"

Jokes aside, things had already progressed to this point. Any turtle would snap up meat delivered right to his mouth!

"This feeling is a bit strange~"

"Why does it hurt so much?"

"How come~"

"It hurts~"

"Don't, please~"

"Ying ying ying~"

"..."

For a long time, strange vibrations and sounds echoed ceaselessly within the king's office, only dying down late into the night.

Don't let your imagination run wild; the sounds hadn't stopped, they had merely transferred to the better-soundproofed bedroom of Mo Fangyuan...

"Clap, clap, clap..."

Amidst the bitter chill of the "Ever-Cold Period," the sun broke through the dark clouds in a rare appearance, casting its rays upon the pale blocky earth.

The sunlight streamed through the window, gently caressing Mo Fangyuan's relaxed face.

"I feel completely refreshed!"

Soothed by the caress of the mother sun, Mo Fangyuan soon awoke.

Upon waking, Mo Fangyuan felt a slight stickiness on his skin; it must have been from the Module Consciousness shedding too much liquid last night.

Aside from that, Mo Fangyuan felt utterly light-bodied all over, his spirit better than at any previous time.

In stark contrast to Mo Fangyuan was the Module Consciousness, who lay curled up tightly in his arms.

Her snowy, tender skin flushed with an unnatural pink, her eyebrows slightly furrowed and the corners of her mouth drooping, she cut a thoroughly pitiful figure in her curled-up posture.

"Ying~~"

Mo Fangyuan shifted his body slightly, a movement that startled the sleeping Module Consciousness awake.

"Liar! That wasn't comfortable at all!"

Awakening, the Module Consciousness hugged Mo Fangyuan's waist with a wronged expression and began to complain tearfully.

Her wide, small eyes brimmed with profound grievance.

"You didn't know how to hold back at all last night!"

Ignoring the Module Consciousness's grievances, Mo Fangyuan spoke on his own accord.

"It's awkward to keep calling you Module Consciousness. How about I give you a name?"

"Meow?"