An evil king, named 121, ruled over his kingdom with an iron fist. He demanded taxation of all his people, each week every family would bring him 2. And each week his strength grew. From 121 to 123, 123 to 125, 127, 129, all the way to 2057183, until he was the strongest in the land. Until one week, the son of a poor farmer came to him.
"My lord, I am the last of my line. My family has withered and starved, and I am all that remains. Please accept my offering in taxes, this is all I can give." The boy was only able to give the king 1.
The evil king, shocked, had the guards take him away. He would decide what to do with him later. Would he get mad? No. He would get even.
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