People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"Kidding."

Kal'tsit's eyebrows slanted, her lips turned down, and her face was full of resentment.

She knew it! How could Lord Ernst have seen Precys in the Singularity? Ninety-nine percent of the data preserved in the "Continuation of Civilization" is from the peak period of prehistoric civilizations. Unless you actively search for it, the probability of accurately encountering a specific person within it is almost zero! Not to mention in the Singularity, a place with an incredibly high information density!

She actually got scared by something that sounded like a bluff!

"Actually, what I saw was a [prophet]."

"I also saw M0, Kal'tsit. You were so cute when you were little. Can you change back?"

Kelsey's Strangeness ☆lin·Lunlujiu·Yisi Tumor Swelling: He sneered:

"Lord Ernst, using the same trick twice is no longer novel!"

Ernst didn't say anything, he just shrugged.

After a brief silence, Kal'tsit, unable to contain her excitement, asked again:

Did you really see [him]?

Ernst nodded.

Even though a "prophet" is only a brief projection within the "existence of civilization," he is still a "prophet."

To be honest, before seeing the "Prophet" with his own eyes, Ernst had always been somewhat disappointed with the prehistoric civilization.

It's not that I'm disappointed by their godlike technology and saintly moral standards, but rather by the fact that "not a single one of them is reliable."

When the Great Way is abandoned, there is benevolence and righteousness; when wisdom arises, there is great hypocrisy; when family relationships are not harmonious, there is filial piety and parental love; when the state is in chaos, there are loyal ministers! Living in a world in its end times, people naturally hope for the appearance of a "savior".

However, the other project leaders of the prehistoric civilization all seemed too much like a "person".

Both Precys and Lothar are very emotional, and Ed's determination to fight to the death makes him more like a suicide squad defending their homeland than a commander who coordinates the overall situation and leads everyone to victory.

Friston may be the most reliable one, but he lacks the courage of a savior. The conservative nature of the Preservator Project and his willingness to give up many resources mean that he is not the one who can truly shoulder the burden.

At least in Ernst's mind, a savior who is infinitely close to a "saint" should not look like this.

Emotionally, he could actually accept and understand the concept that "saviors are also human beings," and he accepted that the few people in charge of the "survival" plan who survived from the previous civilization were all mentally and physically exhausted by the pressure of the apocalypse and the limits of civilization's destruction, and were just one step away from collapsing.

But no matter what, it's still reassuring to see a reliable person like a "prophet".

He could somewhat understand why the "Prophet" was chosen as the head.

With his near-omnipotent knowledge, his ever-calm and thoughtful mind, his accurate judgment of situations, his ability to continuously devise various plans and propose feasible solutions, his willingness to take responsibility for his subordinates, and setting aside his minor flaw of being overly kind, he truly is the person who best fits the criteria of a "Holy King".

In the "Survival of Civilization" scenario, his identity was guessed within two minutes of meeting his projection. After he revealed his purpose, he proposed numerous plans within minutes. Although he experienced several moments of surprise, as if his brain had crashed, due to unexpected events, he recovered remarkably quickly and immediately adjusted his state to offer new solutions.

Even at the very end, when Ernst and the others were about to leave, he earnestly offered them advice:

"If you need any further help, feel free to come here to find me anytime."

"At that time, this projection slice may be reset, and you may see me from different periods, but please believe that no matter how many times we meet again, I will definitely recognize you immediately and do my best to help you."

"Go ahead and do it, treasure. I am with you, we are with you."

Ernst had to admit that he was genuinely moved.

He's not just saying it; he's genuinely reliable!

No wonder everyone, including myself, trusted him, and even I ultimately chose to sacrifice myself and take the gamble. If it were a different gender, wouldn't he truly be considered a "white moonlight" (ideal figure in Chinese literature)?

Did he say anything to me?

Seeing Ernst nod, Kelsey swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a little nervous.

Even knowing that it was just a slice of a projection and that he would never actually receive a response to what he said, Kal'tsit still felt nervous.

He said, "Kal'tsit is a very beautiful name."

Ernst looked at the second [prophet]. The scene of parting was not too heavy, and the [prophet] even had a smile on his face.

Seeing Ernst confirmed the feasibility of his plan. Compared to his past self, who had completed the "artificial amber" with uncertain intentions, he felt he was much luckier.

Ernst's decision to have him deliver a message to Kelsey left him somewhat bewildered.

He had never met that [Kal'tsit]. The Ama-10 beside him was still a small symbiotic construct, clinging to him like a clingy child.

He wasn't a "treasure trove" or a Precy, and he couldn't come up with any philosophical or emotionally charged statements.

It was Ernst who pulled him out of the way, preventing him from getting stuck there.

"Just say something: if you don't want Kal'tsit to be working so hard, she's busy managing everything right now. Just let her focus on her own work and worry less about other things. Just leave the direction to others."

Ernst offered a thoughtful suggestion.

The [prophet] nodded:

"Kal'tsit, I'm sorry I couldn't be with you all the time. I'm sorry I put such a heavy responsibility on you."

“I wish you freedom, but freedom is also a kind of shackle. I heard from Treasure that you have lived in Terra for tens of thousands of years following my ideals.”

"This was not my original intention."

"Kal'tsit, don't force yourself to do things you're not good at, don't force yourself to always keep a calm demeanor, and don't refuse to meet people because you're afraid of losing them, refuse to trust people because you're afraid of betrayal, or refuse to try things because you're afraid of failure."

"You don't need to become me."

"You can try to do what you are good at, do one thing well, and you will also be a successful person."

“You have your own name now, Kal'tsit, and I truly believe it’s a beautiful name. So, you can carry this name and bravely be yourself.”

"I will always have high hopes for you."

Ernst watched as Si entered the medical department office and closed the door. Si said he was going to "tidy up the equipment" first. Kal'tsit then shrugged at the Doctor and Theresa, who looked helpless, standing next to him.

Now everyone can see that Kal'tsit has truly broken down.

However, this could be considered Ernst's intention.

The trouble should end it.

There are some things he can say, and even if he repeats them several times, Kal'tsit won't remember them, and even if she does, she'll repeat the same mistakes. Even when Presius uses violence to show his love for the cat, it can't change Kal'tsit's mind.

In her heart, the highest-ranking person was probably only the [Prophet].

Regardless of whether she did well or poorly, she did indeed adhere to the "expectations" of the "prophet" for tens of thousands of years.

If she doesn't perform well, it's a matter of ability, but in terms of loyalty and resilience, Kal'tsit's problems aren't actually that big.

Ernst didn't want Kal'tsit to have problems like this again. She wasn't the "Savior," nor was she the "Prophet" who was only one step away from being the "Savior." She was Cheese Lynx.

Her clumsy imitation of the "prophet" will only be like a noose tightening around her neck, and sooner or later, it will kill her.

After all, not everyone has Ernst's patience and kindness, and also happens to know her father's generation, which would allow him to be more tolerant of her.

From M0 to the current M3, she has killed herself several times, hasn't she?

So, just like Ernst's seemingly casual joke:

"You were cuter when you were little, can you turn back?"

You can't step into the same river twice. It's okay if you can't go back to how you were before. At least, keep moving forward.

Terra still needs her.

Chapter 1078 Buhou, Haisi Attacks!

Agor, Miliarum.

As a border fortress city far from Agorbona, Miriam, like Trimont in Colombia, is now at the forefront of land and sea exchanges.

In Granfalo, Iberia, Agor's coast guard organizes a fleet of land shuttle boats to pick up land people who want to visit Agor three times a day—early morning, noon, and evening—and safely transport them to Mirialium.

As for the Agorians who wanted to travel to the land?

Thanks to Agor's strong national power and developed economy, the Agorians have their own shuttle boats. As long as they sail in the waterways patrolled by the coast guard, they generally will not encounter harassment from the sea monsters and can travel to land on their own.

The disparity highlighted by this comparison has left many land-based countries, including Iberia, not entirely satisfied or happy, but they have no other recourse.

The fundamental premise of land-sea cooperation is there. If they are allowed to fight, they cannot defeat the Agors. Cooperation and a truce are the best outcome they can choose at present.

Since it's a cooperative relationship, and Agorians are free to travel to your country, will you offer visa-on-arrival or visa-free entry?

Of course, it will be opened, since the Agorians themselves have granted visa-free entry to land dwellers. It's just that, apart from the "currently open" Milyarum route, routes to other Agorian cities "have not yet been opened." The Agorian authorities have also stated that if land dwellers wish, they can travel there on their own, just like the Agorians; the Agorian government will keep its doors open and will not hinder them.

But in reality, they simply don't have that capability on land. Ocean voyages are already a problem for them, let alone diving into the ocean to find cities within Agor's territory.

In short, Agor essentially got all the countries for free with just one city. Whether Agor gained an advantage or not is obvious to everyone.

A weak nation has no diplomacy. Even though Ernst created an environment for communication that was as equal as possible, it is clear that there is a difference between the words on the treaty and its actual implementation. There is also a difference between "as equal as possible" and "completely equal".

And many of the tourists who return from Agor will become what is known as "spiritual Agorians".

They would promote Agor's technology, culture, and democracy in their own country. They would extoll the philosophical depth of the debates in Agor's political arena, the approachability of Agor's rulers, and the profound respect a life receives in Agor!

A Colombian writer even recounted this story in a magazine he contributed to: the Agorians would shut off the entire city's power to save a Haizi that had accidentally landed on a power line—what a noble spirit! The Agorians have such respect for every life! Even an ordinary Haizi is worthy of a governor's personal order, risking enormous losses, to shut off the entire city and save its life!

In contrast, in Colombia, would the governor, vice president, or even our esteemed president be willing to spare even a second of their attention for the life of a feathered beast?

Naturally, this so-called "satirical" article did not generate much discussion. Mark Max's all-seeing eyes did know about it, but he was too lazy to respond. It wasn't worth it to deal with a madman over such a trivial matter.

Besides, what he said wasn't true either.

Why can't Columbia be stopped? You tell me to have my dad stand on the power line, and I guarantee it will stop!

It is said that this story was even transmitted back to Miliarum, so much so that Heratia specifically contacted Clementa and sent someone to provide her with psychological counseling.

After all, whether it's true or not, the idea of ​​Governor Agor saving Haisi is just too sensational. The "fake" part is so abstract that it almost sounds a little real!

With Clementine burdened with heavy responsibilities, the Church of the Deep Sea might actually target her. Heratia was genuinely worried that her good subordinate might unknowingly be harmed by villains!

Poor Clementa was subjected to a psychological examination and self-awareness monitoring for no reason. She almost hated the Colombian writer who spread the rumors!

Of course, this was just a minor episode in the whole process of the Agorian cultural invasion. Apart from the Colombian writer who successfully achieved the feat of "a thousand schemes of bad people are no match for a fool's clever idea", the number of spiritual Agorians was not large, but they had spread throughout the countries along the coast of Terra, especially among the middle and upper classes. After all, only these people had the ability to cross the border and travel to Iberia by boat to visit Agor.

To some extent, even Ernst, upon seeing this, would have to admit he was an expert!

However, thanks to Ernst's presence, Agor didn't treat this subtle cultural infiltration as a "national strategy." Those spiritual Agorians, who praised Agor, did indeed confiscate Agor's rice. It can only be said that, compared to the anthropomorphic, and not particularly convincing, Terra's land-based nations, the situation at sea seemed far, far superior.

It's perfectly normal for these upper-middle-class "social elites" who have some capital but are not satisfied with their corresponding power to envy and yearn for the environment like Agor's.

If the Agorians were to actively launch a propaganda campaign and conduct large-scale external propaganda, it's hard to say how much of their base the Terran nations could hold onto, given their already weakened national welfare, living conditions, and social systems.

They've never experienced a color revolution of this magnitude!

But are the Agors truly invincible, with no one able to subdue them?

That's not necessarily true!

They still have trouble, and it's no less than the trouble they've gotten into on land.

"Governor Clementa, the Haisi have been increasingly agitated lately. Our Haisi scholars analyze that they have received some kind of summons!"

Upon hearing this from Xikunda of the Coast Guard, Clementa's already worried face looked even more tired.

Some kind of summoning?

She recalled the information Ernst shared with Agor: Hai Si had more than one "firstborn." After the death of the "firstborn" named Isamara, Hai Si did indeed fall into a brief period of evolutionary stagnation, but this good time would not last long.

Is something big finally about to happen?

"Are there any other [newborns] about to awaken?"

Clementine murmured that this intelligence was classified as top secret, and even a coast guard officer of Sikunda's rank was not qualified to know it. Naturally, she could not confide her worries to Sikunda.

She could only nod to indicate that she understood, and instructed Sikunda to continue strengthening the defenses of Milialium:

"I will send more men to your First Legion."

After Siquinda was ordered to leave, Clementa made a communication call.

The person on the other end of the communication was not Heratia, but her daughter, Goredia, who was currently on land.

In the communication screen, it seemed that a Drak burning with purple flames was standing next to Gladys, and the sound of the scene was also a bit noisy. It wasn't until Gladys walked to the side and took the initiative to turn on the noise reduction function that the surroundings became quiet again.

"Clemissa? What's up?"

"Greteia asked simply and directly."

Clementine asked:

"What are you doing?"

"Supervise a Drake job. Ernst commissioned us to do this job."

"Greteia replied."