About thirty thousand years ago.

A tribe of Homo sapiens consisting of one hundred and thirty-one people was migrating along the river. Their leader was walking at the front of the team, holding a "weapon" made of wooden sticks and obsidian.

Through processing and transformation with the simplest tools, this primitive weapon was still a symbol of power at that time.

Even though the weather was hot, the patriarch did not give up the saber-toothed tiger skin cloak he wore.

The totem painted with the colors given by the earth makes the patriarch's face and body more noble, and also makes his back look more grand.

Behind him, young and strong male tribesmen also wore similar cloaks.

They protect their clan members and are absolutely loyal to their clan leader.

In the middle of the team are women and children.

The young women are all the wives of the patriarch, but they are not the wives of the man at the front, but the wives of the patriarch.

The last chief had his lungs pierced by a challenger by the river, and his body was thrown into the river and torn into pieces by crocodiles.

As the winner, the current patriarch still has a winner's necklace made of the teeth of all the losers hanging around his neck.

Slightly older women are divided into two categories.

One type wears a gorgeous feathered cloak, has a stooped body, and makes strange bird-like sounds from its mouth.

They are the wizards in the tribe, the group of people closest to "gods".

Although this tribe does not yet have its own written language, they already have their own belief and respect for "gods".

Some other elderly women are tool makers in the tribe. They are responsible for making all tools related to gathering and hunting for the tribe. Some of them are even experienced makers who have learned to sew leather armor with bone needles.

At the end of the team, there were some elderly people.

They carried a large amount of supplies, such as water and wild buckwheat in ostrich eggs, and meat and bones wrapped in animal skins.

The migration process is very long.

When the Homo sapiens tribe that was advancing on foot reached its destination, only half of the tribe was left.

Some of the missing half died from hunting on the way, some died from diseases, but most died from the war between two different tribes.

It seems that from ancient times to the present, communication between people has been difficult to carry out peacefully after forming a stable whole. The most effective and cruel way of communication is war.

Now the leader of this tribe has become a short man with dark skin.

Although he is not as tall and strong as any previous leader, he still has the right to distribute all the women, food and water in the tribe.

After establishing a new home in a water-rich destination, the new leader decided to further expand the tribe's population, so he shared the women that the previous leaders had not shared with the men in the entire tribe.

So in the second year, the tribe's population increased significantly.

More than twenty years later, when another migration was imminent and the old leader handed over the spear, saber-toothed tiger skin cloak and winner's necklace to his son, the tribe had already formed a large tribe of nearly a thousand people.

Within a radius of nearly a thousand kilometers, this tribe with the mysterious golden triangle as its totem is undoubtedly invincible.

The leader's young and strong son also believed that he could lead the tribe to find their next home.

But……

Just one year later, the ugly, disabled, but gorgeously feathered messengers of the gods told the new leader that if their powerful tribe wanted to become greater, they must get as close to the "gods" as possible.

So the new leader led his people towards the west where the "god" was, but his people were buried in the glacier together with him.

…

Second century AD.

During the Antoninus dynasty, the Roman Empire was at its peak.

Under the glory of the empire, the nobles of Rome lived luxuriously and happily every day.

The faces of the people in Rome were also filled with smiles.

But in a corner of the market, some naked men and women were traded as commodities like drowning animals that had just been fished out of the water.

The seller grabbed the girl's long red hair and chin and lifted her head up.

The buyer knew exactly what he wanted. He carefully opened the girl's lower lip with a golden spoon and checked her mouth to determine her true age. This was exactly the same as buying and selling livestock.

There should be no obvious trauma to the skin, and bruises that can be eliminated will not affect the price much.

After checking her body shape and posture, the buyer nodded with satisfaction, while the seller smiled.

The next one is a man with dark skin.

He rolled his eyes, which were still bloodshot, and his body was still trembling despite being exposed to the sun.

The buyer only took one look and shook his head.

The seller's expression froze, and he glared at his subordinates.

The men hurriedly stepped forward and kicked the man aside, then dragged him toward the back of the house like a dead fish.

Transactions like this were happening almost all the time in various cities in the Roman Empire.

In a slavery society, the gap between people is not only class-based, but also fundamental.

As a slave, you do not enjoy the glory of the Roman Empire at all. Even under the gospel of the great king, slaves are just talking tools.

There is no essential difference from the obsidian spear in the hands of the leader of the Homo sapiens tribe tens of thousands of years ago who was constantly migrating in search of habitat.

They can all be passed on as symbols of rights. They are nothing more than more civilian-oriented and have more attributes that can be directly traded.

Perhaps today, the fate of the red-haired girl is extremely tragic.

However, in a slave society, being sold as a commodity may actually be the last charity of the Creator to her, and to her life.

Maybe the girl is not even qualified to be favored by her master, but she may no longer have to starve or live with those "dead fish".

…

The recurring dreams made Su Wanxia toss and turn.

While he was half asleep and half awake, his brain seemed to have gone through several centuries of reincarnation.

He could truly feel the primitive aura, and he could also understand the fear and despair the new leader felt when he looked up at the "god" under the snow-capped peaks.

The afterglow of the Roman Empire shone upon him.

The night before the fall of the Byzantine Empire.

He became the monarch on the throne, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether the light outside the house was night or day.

The only fresh thing was the vibrations one after another.

The beautifully drawn pattern was shaken to the point of trembling, and when the dust fell, he suddenly realized that this was the end of an era.

…

More than two centuries ago.

In Auschwitz, a small city in southern Poland, Nazi German soldiers established a concentration camp.

This is the infamous Auschwitz concentration camp.

It was built on April 27, 1940 and was liberated on January 27, 1945.

A total of nearly 1.1 million people were murdered in Auschwitz.

Most of them are Jews.

Although it is still difficult to understand why the Nazis "hatred" the Jews so much.

But there is no doubt that this is the most eye-catching mark of "racial hatred" carved with blood in human history.

Compared with slavery in the Roman Empire, this naked hatred between races seems even more unreasonable.

Maybe "Life is Beautiful" can weave a beautiful lie.

Protect your child’s innocent childhood.

Hatred that can be written with human blood and bones will still record this cruel past without mercy.

Su Wanxia is still trapped in her dream.

In the dream, he was a Jew who was detained in a concentration camp with Anne.

What came over and over again in his mind were Anne's questions.

"Can you tell me, why do people always try their best to hide their true selves? Why do I always behave completely differently in front of others? Why do people distrust each other? I know

There must be a reason for this. It's a terrible feeling to not be able to trust others with all your heart, even the people closest to you."

Even Su Wanxia, ​​who lived several centuries later, would not be able to answer these questions.

Perhaps human beings have been destined to accept suffering since their birth.

There are too many people in this world who smile reluctantly and struggle to live.

Taking pleasure in suffering is obviously far from the good life we ​​expect...

Sometimes, after removing the general background of society, Su Wanxia also has the same question?

Why is it that there are countless amounts of food piled up and moldy in the world, but so many people are still suffering from hunger?
To be continued...