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Chapter 4 - Chapter 4 – Intelligence is a Curse

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As I was standing there with my brother, looking around curiously and my brother being dumbfounded, the old man tried to go somewhere. Someone stopped him and asked where he was going.

He said, "I am going to my house. And for inheritance—I didn't take anything from them. You can ask."

My brother heard it and nodded to the crowd, then started walking toward his residence.

That same woman approached me and patted my head. But before she could speak, I spoke to her happily while jumping a little:

"Elder! When you spoke aloud, everyone gathered around like ants around any type of food! Can you do it again? It's fun!"

Her and everyone's eyes in the crowd twitched. Haha. Looks like morality here is so flexible that it's a black canvas and anyone can paint it.

And from embers here, a concept can't apply that "everyone is equal at birth"—only "everyone is equal at death" can apply. Heh. Knowledge is a curse, but intelligence is a bigger curse.

Whatever. I wanna go home. It's boring here.

"Elder, we will go home," I said and bowed toward her before she could sell her schemes.

I took my brother's hand and got on the piece of land we came from. I again looked around while thinking, and as we were going home, I saw a withering flower.

Huh. From growth to decay, from origin to end—everything is a loop.

An end may become a better origin. A death may have more births.

Am I even thinking something good?

What if I had the same version of myself stand before me?

What would I do?

Hug and kiss—that would be my first instinct.

What a self love And what a selfcest I am. Hehe.

Oh, now about that old man—he may be closer to being a million years old, and still so clumsy in scheming.

We reached home, and I stepped inside, going toward the library straight. There again, I took out a random book and started reading.

It told about some of the history—how intelligent people were killed first.

If someone is too intelligent, they become everyone's enemy.

Heh. Here, maybe not everyone is equal—but how they react and are brainwashed by circumstances and situations they go through surely shapes their intelligence.

A tiger living inside a cage may not survive in a jungle.

So if someone can easily crush you, then you are weak—or you're not intelligent enough.

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Why does love feel better when I give it to myself?

What is even love? A feeling, or an emotional chemical?

Hmm. Let me see—I love myself. And it's eternal.

Heh. Does that mean if there's anyone the same as me, will that be the same?

So even if I have unquantifiable versions of myself, I will have no conflicts—only understanding about each other. I may chase my other version that is the same as me, and it tries to play hard to get. But we will both enjoy it.

Even if it's the other way around, it's good for now.

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What is identity?

Would I still be me if I create an internal family inside my mind?

Yes—I still will be me, but more expanded and polished intelligence.

If a consciousness is the highest principle, then I will die again and again and again.

It will be a very good path. In some lives, I may be raped. In some, eaten alive—and so on.

But I will reach toward my goal—becoming closer and closer to it.

Hmm… now it looks like here, money doesn't exist.

Knowledge is wealth. Intelligence is weapon.

So all of these books are inheritance.

I called my brother, and he came from the door. I gestured him to sit beside me. I gave him the book I was holding while thinking, and took out a book about cultivation, and lay on his lap and started reading.

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The cultivation system is refined and restructured again and again through the millions of years.

Hm. That's normal.

Now, the cultivation system goes like this:

1. Origin Cleaning

It is about cleaning your body. Some go through it completely and some don't.

It really doesn't require much. So yeah.

2. Enclaws Foundation

This must be the name of energy in this world. It says that this energy is made of many types of laws, different energies, and also concepts.

Enclaws Foundation is the stage where we:

Sense energy

Manipulate it through the sense we have of it

Regulate it inside our bodies—every part

And it continues until we ourselves completely turn into an energy lifeform—meaning: changing their existence into a living energy with consciousness.

Wow. It looks good.

And… why don't I find any type of Dao word here?

Whatever. I still can sinisterly say "Fellow cultivator," and scam someone. Haha.

3. Concept Transformation

Basically choosing a concept and then changing your energy into that concept.

4. Self and World

You need to understand yourself, and integrate that concept into yourself—or your any type of intelligence.

Some may integrate it into their instinct, some into thinking, and so on.

And turn ourselves into a conceptual lifeform at the end.

We do this in the fourth stage.

All next stages are not mentioned. Hmm.

And some skip Origin Cleaning—because it makes it difficult to enter Self and World stage.

Heh. Maybe it is related. They may have removed all different types of chemicals from their bodies.

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Apparently, anyone can cultivate with enough intelligence—and they can cultivate anything: from a chair, to their brain, to their mental disorders.

The only limitation is your imagination.

And someone cultivated a chair—and his only idea was to make everyone sit on anything he wants. And he did succeed.

He made people sit on volcanoes, to each other's laps.

Hardcore player behavior. Good enough.

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I closed the book and put it on the table next to me and looked at my brother.

He was hardly reading the book, and watching my face more.

"You should read something, you dumbass."

"I am trying to read," he said.

"Go sit in the corner and start thinking," I said, and he got up and sat in the corner.

I don't want him to become stupid—or he'll become useless and unlovable because of that.

I remember reading a novel about a dumb character, and I got angry—breaking my record of staying calm for half a year.

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