Chapter Sixty-Two: The Seed

“Wang Wei, didn’t Teacher Duan assign us an essay about our dreams? What’s your dream?”
“Then, George, what do you want to be in the future?”
During their free time, the children of the Block Kingdom, still too young to be called adults, gathered together to discuss their ideals for the future.
“Lily, do you have any dreams for the future?”
“Hm, my dream…”
They laughed and jumped about, talking as they played.
“Haha, I want to be a blacksmith like my father! I’ll make wonderful tools and make everyone happy!”
The leader of the group, the self-proclaimed “King of the Kids,” stood atop a large stone, boasting of his grand dream.
“Then I want to be a tailor and sew beautiful clothes!”
“Me, me, me! I want to be an adventurer! To explore the world! How cool is that…”
When it came to dreams, the children shouted their ambitions loudly, as if eager to draw attention and win approval.
“Jack! What about your dream?”
Just as the conversation grew lively, a small figure passed by the group.
He was a child their age, with the traditional black hair and black eyes of the block people.
His chubby cheeks gave him a particularly adorable look.
He was Jack Weirong, the class's top student, often praised by Teacher Duan.
At this moment, he was holding a book titled “Architecture,” written by none other than the kingdom’s great king himself.
To the block people, their king was not only a symbol of strength but also of wisdom.
He had taught them much, written many books.
Famous works like “The Properties of Water,” “The Monster Compendium,” and “What Is a Chicken, What Is a Duck” all came from his pen, helping the block people better understand the world and its monsters, making them stronger.
He had also written “Outlaws of the Marsh,” “Dream of the Red Chamber,” “Romance of the Three Kingdoms,” and “Journey to the West,” enriching their world with entertainment and joy.
And masterpieces like “The World Belongs to Block People,” “Monsters Must Die,” and “The Great Block Heroes” inspired the people to recognize the evil and cruelty of monsters, giving the timid the courage to hate and oppose them…
“My dream? Of course, to be an architect!”
At the mention of a dream, he instantly thought of the king’s imposing figure.
“An architect? What’s so great about that? Sounds boring!”
The children burst out laughing. In their eyes, being an architect was dull and troublesome, requiring too much study—nothing like the other, more exciting professions.

“What do you know?! This is a grand endeavor!”
The boy’s face flushed with anger, veins bulging on his forehead.
“It’s extremely rude to insult another’s dream.”
But to the others, his reaction was merely cute, and their laughter filled the classroom and the air outside with cheer.
At that moment, Teacher Duan, having just finished a meeting, happened to catch sight of the scene.
“You can’t behave like this. Respecting others’ dreams is a fundamental principle. If, in the future, someone maliciously ridiculed your dream, how would you feel?”
In the Block Kingdom, all are born equal; no one has the right to question another’s aspirations.
After sternly reprimanding the surrounding students, Teacher Duan crouched down to meet the boy’s gaze, his tone kindly.
“Child, why do you want to be an architect? Can you tell me?”
The king himself had once said that professions like architecture were ahead of their time; not only would they be of little use, but the kingdom would have to expend great effort to train such talents.
Mo Fangyuan, the king, much preferred to nurture warriors rather than architects.
As for Jack Weirong, his best student from the first class, Teacher Duan truly hoped he wouldn’t pursue such a fruitless path.
Even being a farmer or a miner seemed better than becoming an architect.
“Teacher, I want to be an architect! I want to contribute to the kingdom!”
“His Majesty once said: There are no useless professions, only useless people!”
Jack Weirong was excited, as if sensing Teacher Duan’s doubt.
“Take your time, no need to rush. I’m listening,” Teacher Duan comforted him.
“I want to build the monster tower His Majesty described! Lock all the monsters away! And then build the ‘Trident Meat Grinder’ he mentioned and shred them all to pieces! Let them feel pain!”
Jack Weirong wasn’t a native of the Block Kingdom; he had immigrated after his homeland was destroyed.
Having witnessed his home ruined by monsters, he should have been filled with fear, cherishing his new life and living like any other block person—growing up, marrying, having children, and letting the cycle continue.
But he had been fortunate to meet Mo Fangyuan, the hero who gave his life new meaning.
Since hearing the king’s first speech and understanding what it meant to be human, he had never missed a single address, absorbing the substance of every word. Listening to the king had become an essential part of his spiritual life.
Every sentence, every phrase was engraved in his mind—especially the declaration: “Destroy the tyranny of monsters; the world belongs to block people!” This had become his guiding principle.
To be born a block person is to take the eradication of monsters as one’s duty.

He strove to fuse Mo Fangyuan’s spirit with his own convictions, shaping who he was now.
After being baptized by Mo Fangyuan’s ideals, he no longer feared monsters—only hatred remained, a hatred as deep as the sea…
“Why do monsters hurt us? What did we do wrong?”
Thinking of his shattered home and lost loved ones, Jack Weirong could no longer control his emotions. He cried out in furious anguish.
“We love peace and try to create happiness with our own hands! But no matter what we do, it’s never enough!”
“If they find us, they kill us! This is a battle for survival—why can’t we fight back? Why must we only run and hide?!”
“Why did fate grant them the power to kill us, while so few of us can kill them?”
“I want to build houses in the sky, lock all the monsters inside, and open the skylights during the day so the sun will destroy them! I want to build towers and throw monsters from the heights, smashing them to pieces! I want…”
Jack Weirong’s speech, infused with Mo Fangyuan’s manner, could easily stir the emotions of those around him and win their support.
“That’s right! Why should they get away with it?”
“What did we do wrong?”
“Damn monsters!”
The children who had been watching gradually found themselves swayed by Jack Weirong’s words. Memories of what monsters had done to their people welled up, and they began to agree, even sympathize with him.
Unbeknownst to them, seeds had been planted in their hearts.
Mo Fangyuan had no idea that the seeds he’d sown so casually had already sprouted, striving to grow into mighty trees.

“This…”
Teacher Duan had originally thought Jack Weirong’s ambition to become an architect was only a fleeting fancy, born from seeing the beautiful apartment buildings, something easily changed. Now, he saw it was impossible.
This idea had clearly taken root in Jack Weirong’s heart.
“But that’s not wrong either! Block people and monsters are irreconcilable enemies. It’s good that someone has developed this awareness!”
After this, Teacher Duan decided to revise his teaching plan, adding the block people’s stance into the curriculum.
“Jack Weirong, I support your dream. Here’s the deal—work hard at your studies. When the chance comes, I’ll introduce you to our great king, and he will mentor you…”
“Provided your grades are excellent—truly excellent!”
He patted Jack Weirong on the shoulder and laughed heartily.
At last, someone in the kingdom had found the courage to stand against monsters. Even if it was just a little, he felt comforted by it.