Industrial Cthulhu? It's Cthulhu Industrial!!

Chapter 60 Contemplation and Death
'Misty Islands:
Population: 2250 (Silver Gate) + 3000 (Sacrifice)
Base productivity: 6.1 + 15.2 (The Britannia fleet provided significant productivity support)

Food output: 1 + 10 + 1.5 (representing Hanging Gardens, plant flour, and normal farming and marine fishing, respectively. Marine fishing is gradually declining due to the impact of the Britannian Fleet and the construction of the First Holy Ring).
Education: 4.5 (Slowly rising due to the increasing number of educated people)
Cultural output: 5.0 (slowly rising due to an increasing educated population, while simultaneously facing the impact of Britannian culture)

Hygiene: 4.0 (Growing with population)
The first phase of this grand plan, the First Sacred Ring, is under construction.

From Li Ang's perspective, the Britannia fleet's support was of unimaginable strength.

They effortlessly demonstrated an absolute control over large-scale earthmoving construction that the Silver Gate could not possess. Although they claimed to be using general technology and praised the Silver Gate's productivity, in Li Ang's eyes, their addition directly boosted productivity above twenty.

This wasn't just a simple numerical calculation; it represented a near-geometric increase in productivity. The addition of the Britannian fleet, along with their flesh-growth technology, significantly filled the void left by the Silver Gate's inability to deal with ordinary environments. Furthermore, after discussions, they added ceramic powder to the flesh-growth organisms and were pleasantly surprised to find that the resulting materials possessed certain ceramic properties.

In addition, with the installation and fixation of super-giant ceramic steel supports in each area to support the foundation, the overall internal structure of the First Holy Ring has been finalized. It can grow naturally as long as the Britannian fleet throws blood sacrifices down every day.

To be honest, Li Ang really disliked this production process because it completely treated people as props.

But Britannia is a human kingdom, and he is currently a lord of Britannia. Leon has no right to interfere in the affairs of humanity itself. Moreover, he genuinely doubts whether those sacrifices can even be considered human. From birth to death, they were designed as omnipotent tools, never truly living, and devoid of any normal human desires or thoughts.

Their sensory organs, reproductive organs, and even their internal nutrient circulation had long been modified at the soul and genetic level. Only the brain remained, controlling the limbs through nerves within the nutrient solution. The reason they could work without seeing was because of the close-range perception gained through these sacrifices.

They can be completely controlled by the upper echelons through various means, and they will only feel pleasure during blood sacrifice rituals, without feeling any unease or dissatisfaction.

Can a person in this situation really be considered human?
Li Ang didn't know, nor did he intend to delve any deeper. For now, being able to provide the Silver Gate members with this kind of life and witnessing their continued development was already quite good for Li Ang.

Moreover, the humans who emerged from the Silver Gate were, frankly, exceptionally well-behaved. They lacked the various bad habits and instincts developed through long-term cultural education. They were compassionate and empathetic, consistently advocating for mutual assistance and striving to maintain a healthy cultural environment. While listening to Leon's opinions, they also offered their own suggestions for change, and even proactively requested changes themselves.

Even now, despite knowing about the British fleet and the financial and economic concepts they brought, they have not chosen to embrace gold coins.

Instead, after silently learning about it, they quietly chose to continue adhering to this primitive egalitarianism.

The Silver Gate has a relatively small population, abundant resources, and efficient logistics thanks to the Beacon. Furthermore, some members are married with children, maintaining a certain level of loyalty and cleanliness. So far, there haven't been any murders, a fact that greatly pleases Li Ang.

However, the members of the Britannian fleet seemed to maintain a certain haughty attitude throughout this cultural exchange. Or perhaps they didn't think so, but after rational and gentle exchanges with the naval captain and many other members, these Britannian naval personnel, who could be considered human, always expressed a certain instinctive contempt towards the Silver Gate people dressed in ceramic clothing. Perhaps this was also part of cultural exchange. After all, the other side did indeed come from an unimaginably vast empire.

Not only in Londinium, where the sun never sets, but also in other major cities, there are vastly different scales and magnificent creations operating within them, far beyond the current comprehension of the Silver Gate. Many of these include the headquarters of various World Wings. Therefore, Leon didn't intend to suppress such discordant developments too much.

However, such peaceful development doesn't always go as planned. Although everyone agrees that they should build the first Holy Ring as quickly as possible within this month and then wait for Britannia's god-slaying fleet to cross the Nameless Sea, such a large-scale project, especially one involving different languages, is bound to encounter unexpected events.

For example, an accident, or a pre-planned death.

"……Um?"

Sensing something amiss, Li Ang turned his gaze to the edge of the sea.

In a corner of the ocean pier, a member of the Silver Gate seemed to be talking to the bodies in the ocean.

The next second, a blood-red tentacle emerged from the ocean and swiftly coiled around the Silver Gateman's body. He stared at the flesh below, uttering something in shock, but the fleshy tentacle in the sea of ​​blood completely ignored his words, resolutely pulling him into the seabed.

Soon, the struggle ceased on the ocean, and the Silver Gateman was nowhere to be seen. The Silver Gateman's struggle had only created ripples on the surface. Finally, all was calm. Only some armor that couldn't be corroded and the Silver Gateman's unique ceramic clothing clung to the flesh in the deep sea, as if reflecting a scene that shouldn't have been there.

One person is murdering another.

This is what Li Ang saw.

The population jumped from 2250 to 2249.

The first murder case has occurred within the Silver Gate culture of the Misty Islands.

(End of this chapter)