Unstoppable Antihero
Prologues

Ah .. I don't know if now is a good time to think about all this. However, the idea raged, could not be dammed again. I want us to reflect on this, or at least let me calmly ponder on it without disturbing anyone. Please, listen for a second.

Question: Is there really equality in this world? What is the proof that it is not just an imagination that everyone believes in, but the reality is nothing more than a sweet word?

We are born equal, even as women and men, when most cultures consider that men are superior? We are created like a creator, even though we are born as children of the rich or of the poor, as people with disabilities or as normal people, as rulers or as slaves.

In the end, where is the evidence of equality? Could equality never exist in the world? A place where treasures and thrones can buy lives cheaply, as the people below try to maintain life with a mouthful of food to fill the stomach.

I've already shown some evidence of the absence of equality. Hows it? Has anyone listened to me so far? Maybe nothing, I don't care either. My time is too short to care about that.

For some reason, it felt funny and made me want to laugh when I came to the conclusion that the world only contains injustice, inequality, without equality, right in the moments of death. A person's position is different from birth, such as being born a prince or as an unwanted and discarded baby!

So, who's in charge of that? I don't know, don't ask me. Ask those who think equality exists, and I'm no longer one of them.

“Ugh ...” Fresh blood came out from the mouth, falling at the feet of the large man standing right in front of me. The sword in my right hand pierced through the man's heart from behind, while the sword in his left hand broke through my heart from the front. These are our moments of death, silly death or dignified death, I don't know and don't care about that.

I smiled when the view started to blur. The man in front of me released his sword, then I released the sword in my right hand. This man is truly a great emperor. In the final seconds, he managed to strike back by stabbing my heart using quick movements as I attacked him. Nero Caesar, I'm really amazed at your greatness.

I managed to kill the emperor Nero Caesar while echoing the tyrannicide with the revolutionary forces. Perhaps today will be remembered as the day of the victory of the revolutionary forces and the beginning of the destruction of social inequality in this country? Or remembered as the ridiculous death of a member of the revolutionary forces who would eventually be cursed and rejected by the public?

Everything still feels ridiculous. I killed the dictator emperor in the name of equality, but in the end I questioned equality itself. Not only that, I even have other strange questions.

The emperor has died at my hands, I have died at the hands of the emperor. Are our lives the same price? What was the impact of my death? What was the impact of the emperor's death? How common are the two deaths when viewed from the impact?

Whose life is more precious among us? I'm a member of the revolution group—Marcus Achilles? Or the Emperor—Nero Caesar? I don't know.

“In the end I don't know ..” I muttered, slowly, while closing my eyes. Is it time to go to the afterlife? It still feels so ridiculous.

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...“Make every effort to live in peace with everyone and to be holy; without holiness no one will see the Lord.”...