Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 640: The Regression of Civilization

"Miss Heshia, do you know about the regression of civilization?"

In the winter house, the firewood in the fireplace burns quietly, bubbles keep coming out of the tin teapot hanging above, the liquid inside churns, and a hint of fragrance dissipates with the water vapor.

"Regression?" The girl seemed to have heard this word in psychology.

"Yes, it means that civilization abandons its original advanced way of life and turns to primitive way of survival." Sigmund stood up, took the hot teapot off, and then poured boiling hot water into the teacups in front of the two people.

Putting the teapot on the iron stool beside him, he sat down again and told what happened on this planet.

"To the east of this land, there live many wild people. Their numbers far outnumber the settlements and tribes around Stoneforest Fortress."

"You might be curious about where those savages came from."

"Indeed." The girl nodded.

"The ancestors of those savages were actually a new race on this planet, just like us."

"Why do they look completely different from us now, even like another race? This has a lot to do with their living habits."

"As we all know, there are only a few pollution-free places on this planet, and safe food is the best hard currency. So what will happen if a group of people eat contaminated food for a long time?" He picked up the teacup, held it in his palm and turned it slowly.

"Mutation, disease, short life, and decreased intelligence." Tilan recalled the various research reports on the Four-Leaf Crystal Star Field.

"Yes, these will happen in the early stages and cause panic within the community."

“However, the problems you describe are not unacceptable problems for animals.”

"The life span of rabbits is far shorter than that of humans. Even if they only live 10 years, many of them will not reach adulthood. As for disease, it is a luxurious way to die in the face of hunger and various natural enemies."

"For intelligent creatures, the most terrifying thing is to lose their wisdom and become stupid and foolish. This practice of depriving them of their intelligence is equivalent to completely distorting their cognition and rationality."

"However, for a person who has lost his wisdom, he cannot feel this kind of pain and discomfort because of his stupidity. At this time, instinct begins to take over the body, and so-called happiness becomes simple and direct."

"Many natural plants and foods are polluted and poisonous. As sentient beings, we instinctively avoid them. But those savages have completely degenerated and regressed, so naturally they don't have such rational worries."

"Death is nothing. They give birth to several children in one litter. Mutation is okay. No one of their kind cares if they become ugly. As long as they can survive and find food, it's fine. As for premature death, it is very common and no one feels anything. It's okay if only one out of ten children survives. The others who die early will become food anyway. It's the same as raising chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep as food reserves." Sigmund spoke the cruel truth in a flat tone.

"Living is all about finding food, then mating, then finding food again, and reproducing. That's all they do."

"They don't have much intelligence. Most of them are even dull, not much smarter than cats and dogs. Fortunately, the opponents they face are even more stupid and foolish. The animals that pollute the earth have their brains corroded by various poisons, and their reactions are slow, like zombies."

"Gnawing on the numb and bitter roots of plants, eating sour and rotten flesh, drinking from muddy water full of maggots, and not sparing the corpses of their own kind, this is the life of the wild men in the eastern wilderness." Sigmund drank the slightly cooled tea. "Originally, as descendants of a new race, they also had various talents and abilities far superior to those of the old humans. However, with the chaotic interweaving of bloodline genes and the damage caused by various mutations, they have lost many of the abilities they should have, and even began to grow thick body hair and their skin became dark."

"Without clothes to wear, thick body hair helps to keep out the cold and survive the winter. Without shelter from the scorching sun, the secretion of melanin can resist ultraviolet rays, so the skin becomes darker."

"So, after just a few hundred years and countless selections, their characteristics began to deviate greatly from those of normal humans."

"The advantage of this is that when we come into conflict with them, we can kill these former companions with less psychological burden."

"Every winter, or after a few years of abundant rain, when the land they live on can no longer support a large population, these savages will try to migrate and spread to the surrounding areas. This is often when conflicts and fighting break out."

"In previous years, there were also wild men attacking nearby settlements from time to time. However, since they had no intelligence, they were easy to deal with. We could kill them in large numbers by introducing traps or directly poisoning them."

"Occasionally, when the stronger and more intelligent savages appear, they will cause more trouble. However, as long as we kill these leaders, they will become loose sand that will break into pieces at the slightest touch."

"For hundreds of years, there have been minor troubles, but for the most part, we have gotten through it peacefully like this."

"But this time, the fall of our stronghold in the east shows that although a large number of savages were involved in the process, the commanders were definitely intelligent humans, because they knew how to use guns and fire, and knew how to kill people and move away all the food."

"I don't know how they controlled those savages, but this is definitely not a good sign. If this method can be replicated and spread, it means that those once harmless savages in the eastern region will become the enemy of the tribes living in this land."

"Either we let them destroy our settlements and then we also degenerate and regress, or we do our best to wipe out the savages in the wilderness and no longer live in peace as before."

"Can't we just kill the culprit?" the girl thought.

"That requires great luck. When we kill him, this method and technology have not spread or circulated at all."

"As long as one person secretly writes it down and spreads it, this method of driving the barbarians will sooner or later be used by various ambitious people to repeatedly recruit these barbarians to fight and participate in conflicts."

"Rather than having to kill someone when the time comes, it is better to take action in advance to reduce the risk of crisis."

"It's not that we are cruel, but the struggle between races is a life-and-death struggle. If the winner is the other side, they will do something similar." Sigmund knew the girl's character, so he explained in advance.

"I know." The girl looked at the amber tea in the cup, feeling deeply moved, because that was exactly what the Federation did back then.

At that time, the war between the new races and the native humans was already a life-and-death battle, and there was no room for negotiation.

This world is so beautiful yet cruel and indifferent.

(End of this chapter)