To Four Thousand Years Later

"—this is the harbinger of doom."

Solomon explained to Floros in detail: "Do you understand the importance of your work, Floros?"

"...yes, my king."

Floros replied respectfully.

After some analysis by Solomon, Floros finally understood the meaning behind Solomon's series of arrangements...and what kind of consequences they caused after their self-evolution.

It's just two files. The price of papyrus added up is not enough for the price of a cow...

"Can this thing make Egypt so turbulent?"

He asked Solomon in disbelief.

Solomon chuckled and said, "That's not a thing, Floros. Although the price of papyrus is very low, the really expensive thing should be the words recorded on it."

Floros was surprised: "Words... are also valuable."

"Of course," Solomon nodded. "Not only is it valuable, but its value is incalculable."

Floros blinked, as if he understood something.

It's just some words he wrote down by hand according to Solomon's words, and its value should be the energy and insignificant physical strength expended when writing these words. According to Floros himself, its value should be far less than a living olive tree, or a talent of threshed wheat.

But it was the words he transcribed casually that shocked the entire country. Seeing that they will fight and cut down each other, the Pharaoh's position will also be shaken.

That's Egypt—Egypt far older and more powerful than Israel!

If you use the military analogy, even a legion of 30,000 to 40,000 will definitely not be able to achieve this level. Moreover, the money spent on supporting them, the time spent on cultivating them... and the negative impact they caused in the country after their death in battle must also be taken into account.

And Solomon slowly pushed Egypt to the brink without firing a single shot—before Pharaoh even noticed what he was doing.

"I understand. From this point of view, your few words are comparable to thousands of troops."

Floros sincerely praised.

Solomon just nodded calmly: "Yes, that's indeed the case."

As Solomon said, Egypt today is on the brink of destruction.

Although it seems peaceful, Solomon and the people around him know that the situation in Egypt has become very serious. The only reason why the people did not have an armed uprising was because they lacked a fuse.

All it takes is one blow of a hammer on the chopping block, just a few sparks... a national uprising unprecedented in history will break out in Egypt.

The longer it is brewing now, the more intense the flame that burst out at that moment will be.

It was a flame burning in countless blood... a flame ignited with the corpses of rebels.

All the people came one after another, using their lives to overthrow Pharaoh's throne - and all of this was controlled by Solomon. Once he realized this, Floros couldn't help but feel chills in his heart.

"In this case…"

Floros stroked his white beard, and asked Solomon respectfully, "I hope you can explain it in detail."

"OK."

Solomon chuckled: "The real expensive thing is not the papyrus, nor the few lines of Egyptian script in monk's style. It's the information carried in the text."

"Although it is invisible, invisible and intangible...but its value is incomparable with swords. True information, false information...it's the same."

Solomon propped his chin with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to gesture: "These inanimate words, after being recited by literate people, become living 'words'. Words drill into the brain, and thoughts will be produced. And The king controls the people, and the power he uses is thought. Therefore, writing a book and setting up a biography is equivalent to being the king of many people?"

"Flauros, you have to understand...sharp words and tendentious information are themselves an invincible arrow."

Solomon smiled slightly: "Also, arrows cannot proliferate by themselves, and the proliferation of thoughts only needs one communication."

"I can say this - of all the powers at the disposal of man today, the power of thought is the most powerful."

"Don't say anything else... think carefully, Floros. Except that the people of Egypt don't offer sacrifices to me, and don't know that these words are actually written by me..."

Seeing that Floros still had some puzzled expression, Solomon chuckled and pointed out the key point: "In terms of the control of thoughts, is there any difference between me and the gods they believe in?"

Floros was taken aback suddenly.

Then his heart felt cold again.

To usurp the belief of the gods—doesn't this mean that King Solomon relied on the human body to do things that even the demon gods could not do?

"interesting."

Baal, who had been hiding behind Solomon for a long time, couldn't help showing up and participating in the discussion: "You are more suitable to be a **** than us, Solomon."

She wrapped her arms around Solomon's armpit, put her head on Solomon's shoulder, and whispered in Solomon's ear, "Would you like me...to help you erect the statue?"

"No need, Baal."

Solomon kissed her side face, chuckled and said, "Even if I become a demon god...what's the point?"

"Idols stand on temples, but they are not secure. What people worship is not there...but in their own hearts. Those invisible things, because they do not exist physically, can be avoided All rebellion can only wear itself out in endless time."

"I didn't let the artisans describe my appearance, and I didn't let them regard me as a god...but I spread the words I said on a large scale. In their hearts, my image is always a man, not a god. "

"—But because of this, my thoughts can spread in their blood instead. Because they don't think I am a god, they will not regard me as a **** of other races and resist... Beliefs are divided into countries and races , but knowledge does not."

"Afterwards, with the awakening of human minds, my status in people's hearts will increase...because I will represent people, not gods. I will become an invisible idol in their hearts, instead of using earth and stone bricks an idol made of tiles."

Solomon said calmly: "It's a little difficult to understand. Then I will show you an example first. I will show you...how to do it."

He tapped the seat with his fingers, and the fire of wisdom shone in his scorching eyes.

let me teach you to be god

As a human being, such words are too arrogant. Especially when the person he is facing is the actual former god.

But neither Floros nor Baal, nor the silent Baimon behind him had any objection to this.

If Jastaru, who was resting in his room, knew about this, he would only admire Solomon even more.

"Flauros, send out the news..."

Solomon paused slightly, and said, "Just say, King Solomon will visit Egypt in three months."