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"Especially given our not-so-rich situation, it's quite normal to see some lifespan disparities,"

"We can't possibly take care of everyone."

Lu Yuan looked at him and sighed.

Nowadays, the living standards of children can indeed be guaranteed.

The so-called disparity, the greatest distinction is actually lifespan…

In the Supernatural Era, the strong could live for a thousand or two thousand years; whereas the weak might only live for one or two hundred years before their lifespan ran out.

So how are the strong born?

Resources!

As long as there are enough resources, even a pig could be piled up to Level Four, even Level 5!

If resources were abundant, the conflict wouldn't be too significant.

But clearly, no civilization has resources that abundant, not even the Green Grass Civilization.

So Lu Tiantian's meaning is, everyone should rely on their own abilities.

Those with greater contributions live longer, while those with lesser contributions have shorter lives...

"This guy is really scheming, using people as consumables before he's even left the campus..."

"No wonder he's had a bellyful of tricks since he was a kid."

Lu Yuan sighed. However, it was a matter of helplessness.

A civilization, if it wants to function normally, can't be all truth, goodness, and beauty; there must be a dark side.

"Also, Dad Lu, how strong is our Sky City's real combat power?" Lu Tiantian asked.

"Quite ordinary..."

"Then how did we capture the 'Painted skin' alive? Such Anomalies of this level shouldn't be so easy to deal with, should they?"

"It was paralyzed with Depleted Uranium Bombs," Lu Yuan stammered.

The battle at that time had too many onlookers; keeping it completely secret was somewhat difficult.

Yet the matter of a civilization's combat power is a highly confidential topic.

Demons and Ghosts have numerous methods; who knows if some can read memories.

Withholding some information from the public isn't a bad thing.

Lu Yuan began to change the subject: "Your Conch Mother is one of the peak combat forces of our civilization. I'm a little stronger than her, but not by much."@@novelbin@@

"Ah?"

Ever since the Conch started to simulate the use of 'Spirit Word,' its combat power had skyrocketed. After all, 'Spirit Word' could be used to create explosions.

Moreover, she had a bit of every other Ability, even though they were all half-baked. But in an Ordinary Level battle, she was already very strong.

"That's how it is... My suggestion is, since it's still the early days of the Ninth Epoch, we should try to capture Anomalies alive as much as possible," Lu Tiantian stroked his chin, "It is quite good that Sky City is getting a move on early."

"As long as the sacrifices are within a certain extent, I think they're worth it... even if I'm the one to be sacrificed, I wouldn't mind."

This secret meeting.

They talked for a long time.

Expressing their ideas, they were articulate and forceful.

The viewpoints of the young, although somewhat scholarly and idealistic,

At that moment, their intentions were pure; they didn't have many vested interests and were wholeheartedly considering the development of the entire civilization.

They were truly doing it for all of humanity!

Perhaps the gravity of reality will destroy many dreams.

But at this moment, a beautiful future can only be strived for by the idealists.

…

After the group left, Lu Yuan pondered in his office for a while.

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The Conch Mother, operating in the Green Grass Paradise for half a minute, quickly helped him print out the meeting records through the "Opium poppy printer" in the office. (Actually, it was a vine that could write.)

Then Lu Yuan made a phone call, asking a few of his old subordinates to help review the suggestions.

"The children have really grown up..."

There were suggestions on technology, education, and industry from every aspect. The old subordinates patiently went through the material, one by one.

"Some of their steps are still a bit too large."

"They indeed have grand ambitions..."

Sha Mo, also a 'Super-thinker' in the tech group, deeply understood how powerful these young people's knowledge was.

From a professional knowledge standpoint, they were just slightly less diligent than the most hardworking individuals of the first generation.

After all, the first generation had many Divine Skills, and the gap in time was difficult to bridge.

But the thinking of this group soared freely.

"The Great Academy of Sciences construction plan, Insect Nest bio-factories, Engraving three-dimensional defense project, Green Grass Universal Factory... They really dare to dream!" Sha Mo took a deep breath, his expression somewhat excited.

Clearly, these all belonged to the future technology level, each one involving massive investments and requiring a great number of talents.

However, the sudden addition of more than fifty thousand talents indeed made such ambitions conceivable.

Immediately afterward, his pupils contracted as he saw the next plan, "The Public Welfare Social Law..."

Everyone fell silent, speechless.

These original subordinates, some with more open minds and some more conservative, faced with the flood of the new era, indeed had brains like rusted gears, unable to offer much insight.

One by one...

They acted as if they hadn't seen it.

After all, with more than fifty thousand people raised, what else could be done?

But there was one thing everyone liked very much—the abundance of key talents... It was too enticing!

The original number of talents was scarce, and regardless of the direction, research was slow. The fact that not even a television set had been created over so many years was testament to that.

Now, a batch of graduates, over two thousand PhDs all at once!

In the coming decade, another fifty thousand slightly lesser, but still greatly useful talents.

It was truly too enticing!!

They couldn't wait to divide up the population!

"Ladies and gentlemen, I promised them that they would be allowed to form some research groups. So, oftentimes, it must be voluntary—we can't assign tasks directly as before," he said.

"We need to introduce some fluidity into the job market."

"Please do your best... In six years, no matter what, we must set off."

After this internal meeting ended, Lu Yuan took a deep breath.

He himself could hardly imagine that humanity was rushing toward the direction of Green Grass Civilization—maybe, this was the price of accepting the Opium poppy!

But today's human civilization, compared with the languid Green Grass Civilization, was filled with more fighting spirit, more drive.

The most crucial point was to keep the entire civilization moving!

Falling into a trap of laziness would lead to a slow death.

As he pondered, he arrived at the highest point of Sky City, above the Opium poppy, overlooking the entire city.

The sun set in the west, and the ancient Sky City was shaded with lush greenery.

Under the construction of humans, this ancient city exuded new vitality.

Farms, pens, factories, pools, schools, everything was in place.

Mischievous couples frolicked across the campus; the old folks were at peace.

Many of them served in the schools, watching children grow up.

Workers finished their day's toil and returned home, laughing and talking.

Researchers, still toiling away in their rooms.

Really... teeming with life.

Suddenly, a profound insight emerged in Lu Yuan's mind; his gaze seemed to penetrate the deep river of history, grasping the meaning of civilization.

History, from the struggle of one man, to the struggle of a group of people.

Later on, there will be the struggles of even more people... until the day he pilots Sky City back to mankind, what a sensation it would be?

His vision became peculiar, with distortions of light and shadow.

His heart raced, quickly realizing what this truly was.

The "Inspiration" for Craftsmanship had erupted!

Such bursts of inspiration were rare; over the course of his sixty-plus years of life, it had only happened three times so far.

In the past 24 years, Lu Yuan had always made time to learn the forging knowledge of Green Grass Civilization, improving his craft.

Especially the sewing of leather, he had studied "Daedalus's Forging Manual" for a full twenty years!

Every piece of equipment produced truly enhanced the foundation of culture, and all the Extraordinary Materials left by the Mandala Empire had been practiced on by Lu Yuan.

But he had always been afraid to tamper with the Immortal Level Painted Skin leather.

"Haha, today is the day!!"