Chapter 357

Episode 357. Human mad cow disease (2)

“You mean people eat people?”

The emperor asked with a disbelieving expression.

For the emperor, who had lived in the imperial palace all his life, cannibalism was an unimaginable and terrible thing. Although he went through many twists and turns to become the last and most miserable emperor of all time, cannibalism was still unthinkable.

The painter looked at the emperor and let out a short sigh.

No matter how blind and deaf the emperor could be, how could he not know the circumstances of the people?

“Your Majesty. The war that has been going on for decades has left the people naked and starving. The hungry people eat their neighbors or boil the dead to eat. What more can the soldiers on the battlefield do?”

“No matter how hungry you are, how can people eat people? Terrible! Terrible.”

“There are mothers who feed their children their own flesh because they cannot die. That is the reason why the whole family trades and eats the children next door to live.”

“her! How could that happen... I thought the people’s lives would have been poor because of the long war, but that’s the case. It’s not a beast of prey, so how can people eat people?”

When the emperor lamented, the painter smiled bitterly.

“It happened even before the war.”

“what? Was it even before the war? why? Didn’t you have something to eat then?”

“It was a time when only corrupt officials and eunuchs were in a hurry to fill their stomachs thanks to the emperor not caring about internal affairs, pursuing pleasure, and killing and keeping away from loyal subjects. So even then, the people always lived without food.”

The emperor made an absurd expression at the fireman’s bitter remark.

“Isn’t it a natural duty for the people to pay taxes? But they probably didn’t bring them all to die.”

“Whoa...”

The fireman let out a sigh.

Since such a person is at the top of the country, it was only natural that such confusion would come. But it will continue like this for a long time to come.

When did the haves ever worry about the have-nots?

“You know the Yellow Turban Rebellion, right?”

“Adamada. Wasn’t a man named Zhang Ge killed the officials appointed by the former king and rebelled?”

“Your Majesty’s Yellow Turban Rebellion, of course, was altered by a man named Zhang Gao, but the root of it was that the people did not want to die of starvation, so they put a Yellow Turban on their heads and started a rebellion to please live. The people shouted that they could not live without even the bare minimum of food.”

“What do you mean? Those thieves are the people! Doesn’t the godfather know very well how confused the cult was and how much confusion the entire midfielder was in because of it?”

Warak.

Suddenly, my impression was frowned upon.

The painter continued to grow irritated the more he talked with the emperor.

How could he be so ignorant and thoughtless?

Do you really not know whose fault the imperial family came into this shape?

In fact, for some time now, the painter had felt that the emperor was speaking out to him fearlessly.

In the past, the person who had a fake smile on his face to the extent that his facial muscles convulsed because of noticing Jojo treats him kindly and comfortably, so he is an emperor and he is asserting his authority by looking down on the painter as a subject.

The painter was able to accept it as much as he liked because his opponent was the emperor.

However, it was absolutely unacceptable for the people to be so ignorant that they had no common sense as to why they were so hungry that they even ate people.

The reason officials were rotten was because the emperor and dignitaries, who could be the highest ranking officials, were rotten.

The biggest problem with that responsibility is the offering right in front of you.

“They killed the official not because they coveted the throne, but because they were hungry, and they were screaming and screaming that they would not be able to pay any more taxes and begged for help.”

When the fireman’s voice became violent, the emperor put on a slightly puzzled expression.

“Why are you so angry all of a sudden?”

Burke.

“Why would I be angry? The emperor fell in love with eunuchs, women, and pleasure, and did not take care of affairs, so the people fell into despair and even started eating cannibals.

“What? No matter how much Jim has no real power, he is an emperor in name! Are you not a citizen of this country and a subject of mine?”

“Did you know that the emperor is a place where only sweet sounds like honey are heard? I am saying this because I am a citizen of this country and a subject of Your Majesty. Didn’t His Majesty say the other day that no one would be as miserable as he was? Can you say that Your Majesty is more miserable than the hungry people who devour the dead?”

“How can you compare mere lowly things with the Heavenly Father?”

Crying.

At that moment, the painter almost spit out a double curse at the emperor.

What is the contradiction of thinking that heaven sent down the emperor and not the people?

Since he had the ideas and knowledge of the future, if he tried to speak, he would have no regrets, but the emperor, who was hard-headed with stubborn knowledge, did not seem to accept it.

‘But even so, the reason why I become emperor...’

Although he is living a new life by borrowing the body of a fireman, he is fundamentally a future surgeon.

I was able to achieve a lot because I was Han Jin-soo.

And since it is Han Jin-soo, it may be possible to introduce some future administrative systems that people of this era do not know.

Is that right?

What would happen if we introduced the politics and administration of the future into this era? I was just imagining

it

for a moment, but my head suddenly hurt and I got severe dizziness.

‘uh? Why why is he like this?’

A sense of danger came over me suddenly.

I tried to resist by momentarily raising my strength, but neither the headache nor the dizziness went away.

‘For a headache like this, there must be at least an aura... Why is it suddenly like this?’

This severity cannot occur without any prodromal symptoms.

The painter suddenly thought that this was a phenomenon beyond the common sense of medicine.

‘Seriously, I thought that I would introduce the politics of the future into this era, so these symptoms arise?’

It’s a realization that there’s no possibility, but I thought it was like that for some reason.

When the fireman came to his senses, he stopped thinking about introducing the politics of the future into this era.

Squeak.

Then, as if he had never had a headache or dizziness, the headache disappeared and his vision was restored.

“What is it? I hope it’s not... ah. How...”

The painter tried to deny this phenomenon, but in his heart it was not easily denied.

I felt the urge to try one more time.

I don’t think so, but I want to confirm.

‘When I become the emperor, like the future, all people will be equal, with neither the lowest nor the highest class... Woo-wook!’

Again, as before, the headache came and my vision began to distort.

‘Oh no. This is nonsense. Medically and scientifically thinking like that can’t make this happen!’

The painter was forced to deny it and deliberately continued his thoughts about future politics.

‘We’re going to create a system where the emperor is elected first. Members of the company gather to elect candidates and vote.

As I continued to think, the dizziness became extremely severe, and I felt sick to my stomach and vomited. And even breathing became difficult.

The fireman hurriedly stopped thinking.

Squeak.

Then, as if it had always happened, all the nonsensical symptoms disappeared.

‘Huh! What is this? So far, there have been no restrictions on bringing and using future knowledge and technology to treat people, but is that saying no to politics? Could it be that God put restrictions on me?’

It’s funny to suddenly think of the existence of a god, but it was beyond common sense since he was already living in this world as a painter.

‘Ha, if you try one more time and the same symptoms still occur... I can’t help but think that God put a restriction on it.’

After taking a deep breath, the painter had one more thought about becoming the emperor and introducing future politics into this era.

Wow~

In an instant, my stomach turned over and the tea I drank a moment ago spewed out of my mouth.

‘Surrender surrender!’

The painter shook his head and hurriedly stopped his thoughts.

“Whoa~. It’s clear that there are restrictions. Well, I didn’t intend to become emperor, but is there another reason why I shouldn’t do it?”

I looked up at the sky outside the window and smiled bitterly.

After a while, the fireman calmed down and went to the city hall.

‘Yes, my job is to treat patients.’

Just walking towards the city hall made me feel at ease and an unknown power surged.

It is impossible to confirm whether this phenomenon is God’s will or not, but the painter himself enjoyed this moment the most.

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