wear it lord god

Chapter 2621 Treatment
What a bunch of fools! They thought they'd gotten a free lunch. Then, the villagers of the entire barrier were swayed and all ran outside the barrier to enjoy the new life that the new world brought.

Once outside, they discovered that the idea that machines could do everything without human labor was just empty talk. The outside world was teeming with man-eating beasts, fraught with the constant threat of natural disasters, and devoid of divine protection.

In extremely harsh environments, one either evolves or degenerates. These people, preoccupied with survival, had no time to develop technology, and their education of their children and offspring focused primarily on food and survival. As a result, they gradually degenerated into primitive humans.

Moreover, it seems that this robot can not only open the barrier, but also control the time difference between the inside and outside of it. Time outside is obviously flowing much faster; otherwise, it would be impossible for four hundred years to jump from the extinction of the dinosaurs to the emergence of mammoths.

Right, she quickly and secretly contacted Shang Qing: "Is the flow rate outside very fast?"

Shangqing: "It is indeed very fast. One year here is equivalent to a million years outside, but it has been adjusted back to a one-to-one ratio for now."

Well, four million years have passed in a flash. Even if we wanted her to come back, these humans would be completely different now; they wouldn't resemble the original villagers at all. Taking her back would be tantamount to teaching primitive people. What on earth is this guy trying to do?!

I never imagined that in just four hundred years, Hope could have upgraded to such an extent that it could already change time and barriers.

Qingzhu knelt, trying to soften her voice as much as possible, appearing humble and submissive, but she still couldn't hide her worry and concern: "All the divine servants on the sacred mountain have not left; they are diligently cultivating and waiting for the return of the master god. Please, master god, make the decision!"

Xi Ning glanced at him, as if afraid that her sister might simply wipe out all her accounts and start a new one?
That's a valid consideration. These creatures are hundreds of millions of years old, and even with a time difference, they should have a lifespan of tens of thousands of years. Yet, they're still hopelessly hopeless.

Let's go see what's going on first. If it doesn't work, then destroy it.

Xining immediately flew away, heading towards the city of hope, which was filled with silvery white light.

He made his body ethereal and subconsciously entered the original historical hall.

Upon entering, the furnishings remained the same, as if the later upgrades had been deliberately replaced. Just like when she first came here, even the old-fashioned robots were still in their original positions.

But this robot is definitely just a shell, not the real Hope. Hope has long since evolved into who knows what form it has taken.

This city is huge; I wonder where those kids are.

Suddenly a barrier appeared beside them, and Shangqing's voice carried a hint of mockery: "Don't be too surprised."

What's so surprising? I've seen it all!
She went inside and was deeply... how should I put it, the scene was comparable to the most luxurious brothels.

Those incredibly beautiful men and women either dress very revealingly, or they dress in a very unique or beautiful way; you name it, they have it.

The hall, spanning several hundred square meters, is divided into several areas, including a magnificent and opulent one, a red-themed one, and a futuristic one.

Those kids are in the arms of gentle pleasures, with several types of girls around them. They either hold the wine glass themselves or have someone feed them wine. That one guy was even fed by a robot.

One by one, they were either King Zhou or Princess Shanyin. Two others were different: one lay in a game pod, oblivious to the passage of time; the other wore a virtual reality headset and was bouncing around on a spaceboard, wielding a virtual gun, like a gorilla with a stick.

This is unbearable to watch. These are my original gods, what kind of trash are they?

No wonder I didn't want to go back; it's just too comfortable and blissful here.

She stood there silently for a long time, but did nothing. She quietly withdrew and returned to the Hall of History.

There were benches for tourists to sit on next to the lobby. Although these benches were probably never used, they were still very clean. Just as the blurring effect dissipated, a person appeared in the center of the lobby.

He had an outrageously good physique, but dressed in dress pants and a white shirt with short black hair, he looked like a young nobleman who had just graduated from university. Yet, for a moment, it seemed as if all the light in the entire hall was focused on this man.

She hoped to maintain her original appearance, but with enhanced figure and face. It was because seeing Mo Ming made her realize that there's a difference between what humans consider a divine face and what gods consider a beautiful face.

"Goddess Xining!" Hope remained expressionless, but a glint of light seemed to flash in her eyes.

He took a few steps closer, knelt down, and adopted a humble and respectful posture.

"No need for formalities." It's a machine anyway, so kneeling or not doesn't matter. Kneeling is just the safest normal posture; the next safest is to squat down with your hands behind your head.

"Rituals must not be abandoned." Hope still knelt down, clasped her hands and kowtowed, using ancient rituals.

She sat there and accepted the greetings. She was the supreme deity of this planet and deserved any form of respect.

After performing the ritual, he knelt there, head slightly bowed, not daring to look directly at her. His voice was very pleasant, the kind she liked: "Please forgive me, Goddess. Although I have selfish motives, it is also to prove that I can share the work of those gods."

It wasn't just a matter of sharing the burden; they practically spoiled those kids rotten. There, surrounded and fawned over by robot puppets, they were drunk and oblivious to the passage of time.

I don't want to talk about those kids. What business is it of theirs if they're so useless? When you speak, you need to focus on the key points and make sure it's relevant to others.

Xi Ning slowly said, "Your initial job was to teach and guide the humans in the cupboard. The people on this planet are all descendants of those in the cupboard. But they are living like they're in the Stone Age. Is this how you help them?"

Although the previous way of life wasn't the best, it was still quite good; it was a simple, self-sufficient agricultural era.

The thought of a group of savages, spears in hand, howling as they chase their prey... gives me a headache.

Hope replied calmly, “The outside world is much wider, with both danger and opportunity. The current population is more than ten thousand times what it was when we first went out. Sooner or later they will develop into a slave society, a feudal society, and eventually possess technology. If we stay here, they will remain like this forever.”

That makes sense. Here, due to limited resources and population control, technology has stagnated.

But this city used to be high-tech. The loss of humanity disgusted and drove her to despair.

In truth, all things in the world will eventually perish; it's just that this evil will be destroyed sooner.

After thinking for a moment, Xi Ning said, "You should also know that when people possess technology and power, it's like cancer or a festering sore to a planet. The ecosystem will deteriorate, and creatures will be wiped out by their greed, turning the planet into a desolate wasteland prematurely."

"They will also suffer the consequences. If people cannot protect the planet they depend on for survival, either technology will advance to the point where interstellar migration is possible, or I can cure the planet's diseases," Hope said calmly.

How to treat an illness? When the disease has reached a critical stage, strong medicine is needed. If it's a tumor, cut it out; if it's a boil, cut it out, eradicate the root cause, and prevent future troubles.

At this point, Hope raised her head slightly, her eyes filled with gentle light: "I know the goddess doesn't like killing, so she will let them live to old age and die."

Such a beautiful face, it dazzled her for a moment.

But the absence of Mo Ming's presence was probably a deliberate design to avoid angering him.