I changed the timeline with the game.

Chapter 982: The Great Plan from the Bloody Dawn
But some of the descriptions in these background stories made the Duke feel somewhat empathetic.

Although she was born a duchess, because of her tragic experiences in her teens, the girl could actually understand the situation those poor people lived in.

just,

Compared to the cyber society of the Third Age, which has huge human social resource monopoly, huge social status disparity, and almost no upward channels.

Some of the dark events of the Fifth Age may have seemed more benign.

So Angelia just put down the file in her hand, and No. 2 said softly:

"Mr. Rhine, as our civilization develops, is it possible that all this will be part of our inevitable experience?"

And hearing her say this,
Su Wen, who was always rational and calm, finally shook his head:

"I have no idea,
Reality is often more cruel than we imagine. As Arthur Schopenhauer said, "Life is a painful journey, and desire is the root of pain." The same is true for the evolution of human society.

The darkness and injustice of the Third Age are the evil consequences of unlimited expansion of desires and unbalanced allocation of resources, but they are also heavy shackles that are difficult to get rid of in the process of development of our civilization.

But even if we knew this,
The so-called warmth that the earth currently presents under the sun is nothing more than a reconstruction stacked on the ruins of countless civilizations.

For many things, those deeply rooted interest groups will not let go easily.

So, if I may give you the most gentle answer.

perhaps,

There are only four words left in my heart:

[Sparks can start a prairie fire.]”

Now when it comes to this,
The handsome scholar also set his sights on the boundless sea of stars in the distance.

But they didn't dwell on it too much. After all, with Angelica's identity, there were indeed so many things they could do.

So, next,
It all depends on how she chooses the future of Northern civilization.

Su Wen continued to look through his "Player Background Story" and even opened his data mailbox at the same time.

The mailbox interface flashed various red and blue lights, indicating that there were new messages and even some historical receipts for overtime deductions.

Unexpectedly, while completing this interstellar rescue mission, he actually received another new order.

But the order was very simple, just to deliver a secret box to the BQZ-31 area in the middle star ring.

"What a black heart,
Failure to complete the assignment will result in credit points being deducted. These ultimate capitalist bastards of the Third Era may soon become the embodiment of credit points.

I just don’t know if there will be any punishment if I don’t complete this task.”

Although Su Wen said so,

But he still smiled nonchalantly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised and a hint of profound meaning in his eyes.

obviously,
He currently feels that this identity is still quite useful.

[Macro Chronicle] In order to make their logic self-consistent, such a down-to-earth profession was actually constructed.

Of course, he never felt that there was any distinction between professions.

Even Angelica felt very curious, her eyes full of anticipation for unknown adventures.

But the next second,
As the spaceship beneath their feet completely took off, the powerful acceleration caused everyone's bodies to lean back slightly. Now they needed to be quiet.

The old spaceship that crashed to the ground in the distance also began to emit huge flames during the self-destruction program.

The fire was like the last judgment.

The night sky of the entire planet was illuminated, thick smoke billowed into the sky, debris flew everywhere, leaving one burning mark after another on this desolate planet.

It seemed to be telling its past story, and it also seemed to be drawing a heroic end to this thrilling rescue.

Meanwhile, as they were taking off,

In the BZ-5 area of the middle star ring of the Silver Mechanical City, in a packaging factory full of high technology and almost exclusively operated by robots, a cold and hard metallic texture hits you in the face.

The walls here are made of shiny alloy plates. The condensed water on them slowly slides down the tiny grooves and gathers into small puddles on the ground, reflecting the cold light strips above the head.

And inside this factory there is an office with the wall lights still on:

Outside the transparent glass of the room, rows of tall robotic arms are neatly arranged, with indicator lights flashing at their joints from time to time, like sleeping steel behemoths waiting to be awakened.

Various sophisticated sensors and complex circuits hang down from the ceiling like intricate vines.

In the center of the room,
There is a huge desk made of transparent high-strength material, with several virtual screens emitting blue light suspended on the desk.

A middle-aged man with burn marks on his face turned around.
The burn marks were like twisted earthworms crawling on his resolute cheeks, telling of past hardships and battles.

He was wearing a dark grey work suit, the pockets of which were bulging with various small tools and data chips.

But compared with technical workers,

This kind of dressing seems more like his own unique style.

The man said to the TV screen in front of him:

"It is said that a mysterious mission was sent to an uninhabited planet in low orbit.
A rescue mission?"

His voice was low and hoarse, with a sense of vicissitudes of life from being a veteran in the battlefield.

"Um,

Sent anonymously.

We haven’t found the sender yet, but the people we rescued are indeed from a certain planetary branch of our resistance army.”

I heard the person on the TV answer like this.

The man was overjoyed. His originally calm eyes suddenly burst into excitement, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be smoothed out.
He was so excited that he slapped his thigh, and his palm rubbed against his overalls, making a crisp sound:
"Very good!

Finally, those bastards from Eternal Dawn didn't succeed this time!
How are the preparations for the subversion plan in three days going?"

As he spoke, he strode to the desk, placed his hands on the desk, leaned forward, and stared at the screen.

It was as if he wanted to see through the person opposite him completely.

"We just need some black households to help us complete the work of crossing the scanning area.
But obviously, 'they' were coming soon.

But will this group of people be willing to do so?"

There was a hint of doubt in the cold voice coming from the TV.

But the man heard this and said seriously:

"I'll go and discuss this matter. Don't worry, I'll make sure everything goes smoothly."

He straightened his back and looked into the distance with a firm gaze, which seemed to penetrate the office walls and look towards a more distant goal.

"Even if it means deceiving them?"

The voice from the TV sounded again, this time with a more direct meaning.

"sometimes,
I really don't want to be so mean to my own people.

Unfortunately, I am afraid they are afraid to sacrifice themselves completely for 'justice'."

The man slowly clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, and even the blue veins on the back of his hands that had been genetically modified slowly bulged out like a coiled little snake:
"With blood, we practice the dawn.

We must have revenge!!!"

(End of this chapter)