Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel
Chapter 283 A Good Artist Copies, But A Great Artist Steals.



Chiron smiled.

From the very beginning, this was his plan.

it was just like the story of Odysseus he had just told.

Chiron remembered an old saying from his former world: A good Artist copies, but a great Artist Steals.

This was the concept he had used. He had stolen a brilliant idea.

This world was not like his former one.

Expecially because of the opportunity that cultivation presented.

But that did not mean that vital lessons should be thrown in the gutter.

After all, humanity at the foundation was still the same.

Whether it was in this world or the one before, it was all the same.

All he needed to do was add a little extra to make things all the more convincing and better accompanied by the system of this world.

Firstly, Human beings had the habit of believing in their veined self righteousness.

That is a constant believe that whatsoever they were doing was the right thing.

They had a habit of always being caged in the bubble of their own reasons, experiences and morals of what was right and wrong, forgetting that even their own minds that they thought was there's, was just an accumulation of environmental factors they had absorbed with their senses from birth till this moment.

Every person regardless of king or peasant was a victim of this.

After all, their existence was not just an influence of their surroundings, but the result of it.

Chiron took strong advantage of this principle.

Just like Odysseus, he could see the hearts of the people and excavate their true desires.

In the story, many long years of war had passed.

Even though the walls were strong and defended them all through, no one wanted to be a prisoner in their own home for a long time.

Therefore, when the people of Troy saw the Giant wooden horse that had been presented as a peace offering, they had not factored in important questions like; how was it built? From what materials? Where were the men that built it? If it was built from their ships, then what did they use to return home?

Such important questions were thrown out of the window.

All because, they had finally seen an escuse to be free from their caged walls.

Their enemies had presented an offering and therefore their sincerity must be real.

The people of Troy had therefore convinced themselves of not what they saw, but of what they wanted to believe.

They wanted to believe that the long years of bitter blood and death was over, and so they did.

They convinced themselves into a new reality. An acceptable reality that they could believe in.

All of which was just a manipulation of their minds with their trusted environment.

In this case, Chiron had also done the same thing.

Even though many screamed of war again and again, not many wanted to feel the wrath it brought.

This was a truth of human nature.

Even though they preach war, they are always drawn to Order so that they could feel a sense of security.

That security was what the people of the Chanland Kingdom were holding unto.

After all, they had not been any wars for many many years.

These people had become so accustomed to the peace that even though they claimed to want to fight for their freedom, they actually secretly desired peace and comfort.

This peace and comfort was the illusion Chiron offered to them in his surrender.

Naturally, it meant that these people now had a win win solution.

They could have their peace and comfort, and still win the war.

Just like the people of Troy, they believed not what was before their eyes, but believed what they themselves wanted to believe.

Because of this, they were careless.

Of course, this was a very big risk.

If General Buckle had even so much as decided to break the statue immediately and kill Chiron, this would have been avoided.

However, the General saw the opportunity to have merits and rewards and he quickly took advantage of it.

He only tortured Chiron to have his self fulfillment.

The stature was brought into the capital city and before the palace because he wanted to display his achievements.

After all, it was a big, clear and bright symbol of his brilliance.

Also, it would give the people the opportunity for them to love him more, telling them that he was on their side.

Especially in these times were the old religions had already been removed from the capital city.

This was a dangerous move as it seemed as if he would be going against the king, but since he was proving his usefulness, it was a great achievement.

While the world had been carried away with Chiron's capture, Chiron had sent his all his servants except the Dragon into the Chanland Kingdom as spies.

The problem with powerful people, was the fact that they got too consented with the power they had that it went into their heads rather very fast.

They did not think that they were other ways they could be hurt.

Unlike many in this world, Chiron did not believe that he needed to show muscle in other to defeat an opponent.

In the world he came from, brains over brawns had been proven again and again throughout history.

As one that had to use his head to survive in that harsh world, his instincts were already sharp to opportunities that required the muscle of the mind.

Emma sneaked into the capital city with Carla in hand as her daughter.

Emma's beauty was practically out of this world.

All she needed to do was advertise herself a little in front of the palace that she was looking for work to be instantly chosen.

After all, the kind of beauty she had was only supposed to be displayed around the best.

Of course she was not the first to do this, but most women were never taken, and many were suspected to be spies.

But Emma was a succubus.

Her charms on the human mind was enchanting. Even on those Palace eunuchs

No one wanted to let such a pretty lady go.

Even the guards licked their lips in the fantasy of what she would taste like.

There was no way to resist her charms.

Once in the Palace, she went to work....