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Mario stood there like an unmoving mountain, his voice echoing through the court, shaking the hearts of everyone. He glared angrily at the old man firmly held by the guards, his eyes filled with unchallengeable authority and absolute desire for control. His voice was strong and powerful, carrying absolute confidence and control, "People of the Mushroom Kingdom, this... false prophet claims that our country will fall into an endless abyss, facing unavoidable disasters... Does anyone believe this?"
The surrounding crowd, initially still immersed in the shock of the old man's words, was quickly stirred by Mario's guidance. One voice after another began to rise, loudly refuting, the clamor spreading like waves throughout the entire court, as if to completely bury the old man's prophecy. The voices of "impossible!" spread throughout the entire court, each word a challenge to the old man and a support for Mario's absolute rule.
At this moment, Mario seized the people's minds with his words, placing himself once again in an undisputed leadership position. He looked at the old man with contempt and a taste of victory in his eyes, knowing that he had won in this psychological battle. But deep down, the old man's words left him with a hint of unease, like a small stone dropped into a calm lake, quietly disturbing its tranquility.
Seizing the opportunity, Mario spoke with even greater conviction and persuasiveness, "Look at this so-called prophet! What right does he have to accuse us? What right does he have to curse our future? Our Mushroom Kingdom is strong and prosperous, the result of everyone's hard work and collective effort!"
Mario turned to the old man, his eyes shining with unquestionable dominance and dignity. He approached the old man step by step, his voice icy cold, "You only seek to divide us with fear, to destroy our harmony! But I tell you, this will never happen. Today, I will show everyone what true justice is!"
As Mario spoke, the atmosphere in the hall reached a boiling point. The emotions of the people were pushed to the limit as they angrily pointed at the old man. Their voices converged into a tremendous force, expressing absolute support for Mario while also completely rejecting the old man.
At this moment, the old man stood in the center of all the accusations and anger, still maintaining that mysterious smile on his face, as if everything was within his expectations. But in the wave of anger, his figure gradually appeared lonely and helpless, as if it were the end of an era, the conclusion of a history.
"As the ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom, I am willing to sacrifice and dedicate myself for the people of the entire country, even if it means this life... I can also make contributions for the people. But just now, this dissenter attempted to... snuff out my life in a meaningless assassination. People! Please look!" Mario stood in front of everyone, his voice full of stirring passion, gradually rising with his words. He raised his right arm, showing everyone the deliberately created red scratch. This scene seemed to become a symbol of his endless sacrifice and dedication. Every word, every sentence of Mario emphasized his deep love and sense of responsibility for the Mushroom Kingdom and its people.
"Look here, my fellow countrymen!" Mario's voice trembled with a hint of drama, "This is not just a scar, it is a proof of my commitment to your safety and peace. In this world, there are always some darkness and malice trying to erode our beautiful homeland, but please remember, as long as I am here, I am the indestructible shield of the Mushroom Kingdom!"
Mario deliberately shifted the topic to his own sacrifice and dedication to the country, cleverly turning the warning and criticism from the old man into reinforcement of his heroic image. His exaggerated performance not only won him sympathy and support from the crowd, but also, invisibly, strengthened his prestige and position in the hearts of the people. The deliberately created scar became the most powerful evidence in his woven story, making his words more convincing.
At this moment, every commoner and noble in the hall was deeply drawn in by Mario's words, their eyes filled with awe and support. Mario's speech not only helped him escape an unexpected crisis, but also further solidified his rule, turning any possible dissent and opposition into blessings and affirmations of his reign.
When Mario stood before the people in a nearly sacrificial manner, every tear seemed to contain profound love for the Mushroom Kingdom. His words, like the warm sunshine of spring, shone into the hearts of everyone, igniting their boundless admiration for the country and its hero.
"This scar... it's nothing. I even feel fortunate that I'm the only one who's been hurt!" Mario's voice trembled, but every word was filled with determination and courage. "My people! Please let me, Mario, continue to protect you with this body and unwavering will!" He stretched out his arms like a great guardian, ready to shield his people from any danger that may come.
The crowd erupted into thunderous cheers, their emotions ignited by Mario's words, like dry tinder meeting a fierce fire, instantly bursting into flames. At that moment, a civilian stepped forward in the crowd, his voice loud and resolute: "Kill that prophet!"
This sentence is like a spark falling on a powder keg, immediately causing a resonance among the crowd. Their emotions were pushed to a climax, and their original awe and admiration transformed into cries for action. At this moment, Mario not only successfully shifted all the negative emotions, but also made his image in the hearts of the people even more towering and unassailable. Every one of his actions, every expression, was carefully calculated to achieve the greatest political effect, and the fate of the old man seemed to have been determined by this invisible force.
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