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Originium Arts

"But...can it really work?"

"How will you know if you don't try? Don't forget where our wives, children, and elderly parents are."

"Yes..." Although they didn't understand why the patriarch wanted to destroy the site, that was the order they received.

As for the reasons, who cares? Besides, the logic in the minds of those superior gentlemen is different from that of ordinary people. Perhaps it's because the space farms make them feel that the other party might be encroaching on land in areas beyond their control, causing a decline in the value of their land output.

It's also possible that they simply felt that a group of barbarians dared to ride on the head of a noble lord. Of course, it's also possible that they were using this opportunity to kill someone with a borrowed knife. They didn't have any malicious intent towards Kazdel; they were just preparing to use Kazdel to eliminate one of their political enemies and adversaries.

In short, trying to understand the men's thoughts is utterly futile; what's truly baffling is how to implement their plan. It's a completely unfamiliar territory, with no obvious breakthroughs to be found.

"Moreover, didn't we notice before that someone was watching us, but we had no idea who was doing it?"

"Be careful, if you get caught here, you're completely finished."

"Tomorrow... never mind, I have a separate activity scheduled in about ten hours. I'll find an opportunity to make my move then. It's really unbelievable, there's no day or night here." The sun is always hanging outside the window, and if you want, it can be daytime all year round.

After some effort, they finally figured out how to close the skylight. As the sunshade closed, the entire room was plunged into darkness. According to the time, it was around 10 p.m. in Terra. However, most of the tourists were still quite excited.

The aristocratic tourists gathered with their companions in the public rest area, engaging in lively conversations and reciting poetry in the garden, enjoying their unique pleasures; while the business delegation, bathed in the sunlight, excitedly wrote their evaluation reports, with the words "Pay up!" prominently displayed between the lines.

"After an hour-long initial tour, we have identified several shortcomings regarding rail tourism and areas for improvement," an excited clerk from the Ursace City Industrial Bureau expedition team typed on a flat-screen terminal.

"First of all, the selection in the space souvenir shop is quite limited, which is something worth developing. The Kazdel barbarians are really not good at art. We can set up a space factory, or at least a studio to sell handcrafted items made from meteorite materials."

"Of course, the cost of living here is quite high, and I think we should work with Kazdel as soon as possible to lease some of their cabins as a place to house our artisans and artists."

"Secondly, there are too few entertainment options. Perhaps we could consider building a hunting ground there. I think hunting ferocious cosmic monsters among the stars would be a very exciting game. Also, we need to quickly familiarize ourselves with the unique gravity, atmosphere, and environment there to develop other entertaining products."

Meanwhile, in another room, the Lungmen business delegation was also writing the same report: "Besides that, I didn't see any personal vehicles suitable for this location, and most importantly, I didn't see a single advertising screen along the entire main thoroughfare. Good heavens, how can this be? Judging from the Daigo Group's shopping mall signs, this place could easily accommodate all sorts of billboards and information devices they call holographic display technology."

"We should lease advertising space on Kazdel Space Station as soon as possible to place ads for our products or sublet it to other companies. This alone would be enough to bring in tens of billions of dollars in revenue for Lungmen every year. Especially for those companies that produce luxury goods, who can resist the temptation of having their product information seen by the richest few in Terra immediately?"

"Feasibility report on the Space Arena..." Facing the dazzling starry sky, the people from the Casimir Business Federation were also considering moving the Grand Arena up there, and even preparing to develop new competitive events. Moreover, they had the same idea as the guys from Black Steel International and Thor Industries in the next room.

"Is there any potential in space-based orbital racing? I mean, racing on those transport tracks outside the space. I've heard that there's no air resistance there, and all sorts of vehicles can move at supersonic speeds. That's much more interesting than regular racing."

"I don't think the Kazdel people will agree, in case of an accident..."

"We can lease their Space Bay to launch our racetrack, and then just keep our distance, right?"

"But the cost..."

"Those sponsors have tons of money, bro!"

"An in-station drone competition?" The space station administration received a suggestion from one of its own: "Hey, isn't that too dangerous?"

"I mean those small, unarmed plastic drones."

"Can't we play on the ground too?"

“But the gravity here is almost zero. We can even place it in a non-rotating support cabin. In that case, the flight mechanism of the drone in zero gravity is completely different from that on the ground!”

“We can also sell specialized drones; otherwise, it would be strange if the mall didn’t even have any unique products.”

"By the way, I asked the Colombians before, and they are planning to develop personal vehicles for space use, so that we can also develop space parking lots and similar small vehicles for sale."

"Wait a minute, submit your report first and wait for approval. Honestly, this is Space Bay, tourism is just a side job. It's going to be a heavy industry bay in the future."

Chapter 82 The Essence of Humanity

Chapter 82

Because racing in outer space was too dangerous, and the idea of ​​space monsters was simply nonsense, these business reports and cooperation proposals, after some discussion, opted for a compromise: strange things like unmanned track racing in outer space and zero-gravity shooting amusement parks.

The former takes place in a huge competition area set up in the zero-gravity region of the space station, where competitors use neural links to control drones to compete in a vacuum orbit with a mesh protective membrane to prevent these vehicles from flying off.

To add some fun, the Business Federation delegation suggested, Colombian Black Steel International added, and the Ursus Industrial Bureau added a few details... which turned it into a very bizarre thing.

Simply put, even those who don't travel to the space station can watch the games on the ground and bet on the results. Meanwhile, those who go to outer space can freely modify these drones, including adding weapon systems. The games have virtually no rules; all that matters is reaching the finish line alive.

Furthermore, numerous mechanical and laser-sensing network designs have been added to the track. However, this complex track system will not be installed until the next Ghost Shark II cargo ship arrives. All design and manufacturing costs are sponsored by a Colombian toy manufacturing giant, while launch costs are sponsored by the Casimir Business Federation.

As part of their sponsorship, both companies requested the largest holographic advertising space on the space station, in exchange for exclusive rights to broadcast the event on Terra.

"It feels so childish. These projects are just kids' toys." An Suo couldn't quite understand this. If the fun of shooting frisbees in zero gravity space, where two sides use electromagnetically launched BBs, was understandable, then it was very strange that someone would want to bring something that was no different from a children's toy to space.

"That's what you don't understand. Putting aside the revenue from betting, just selling these combined tracks and these zero-gravity drones and drones in gravity mode is enough for these two companies to make back their costs and profits, not to mention the advertising revenue from broadcasting the events."

"There are also the tickets and participation fees for the space arena, and the sale of those spare parts. You have to understand, those rich people aren't orphans who just popped out of a rock. Those young rich kids and aristocratic heirs, even if it's just for face, they'll mortgage their estates to get a set, so as not to lose face at salons of their own class." Lin Yuxia spread her hands, indicating that she still couldn't fully understand the mentality of these rich people.

"Although they are all toys, when this toy is placed here, it is not something that ordinary children can play with. They are happy to pay a premium, and Colombian companies are happy to make that money. You should know that this is a huge profit comparable to that of the arms industry."

However, these plans are still in the discussion and refinement stage, and it is hard to say when they will be launched, when they will be installed, or when and how the first event will be held.

The doctor didn't object to this childish idea, because the more sophisticated you make it seem, the harder it is for ordinary people to understand the significance of such a huge investment. Besides, the Terrans should indeed develop some hobbies in the zero-gravity space environment, since people aren't machines and need entertainment and relaxation.

"Speaking of which, aren't you really going to check on those two guys? They look like they're about to make their move." Lin Yuxia was referring to the two nervous-looking men at the very end of the visitor queue. Today was the last day of the trip; everyone was going to visit the space farm and enjoy a meal of locally picked food before heading back. If anyone wanted to cause trouble, now was the deadline.

"Do you think anyone here is paying attention to them?" An Su glanced sideways at the two guys behind him. The two rookies were fine at first, but now that the deadline is approaching, even the slowest-witted members of the Guard Bureau have noticed something is wrong.

"Didn't you notice that the Guard Bureau people are in front of us?" The Guard Bureau and security personnel formed a human wall, separating the real passengers in front from those behind. This way, if the two behind wanted to do something, it wouldn't cause any passenger casualties.

Such an accident occurred on the very first trial opening, so even if these two were eliminated, it wouldn't help. Therefore, all three parties tacitly blocked these two troublemakers while remaining wary of each other.

Blackguard's mission is not sabotage, but reconnaissance; the Guard Bureau's mission is protection; and the Security Department's purpose is to test the space station's security equipment and rapid response mechanisms, while also giving away some advertising and showcasing the Security Department's swift and efficient actions to reassure passengers about the space station's safety.

Which side do you think it is?

"Da Yan?"

"I think so too... So, what is their purpose?"

"I could guess that." Lin Yuxia rolled her eyes. "These two are just expendable pawns. Whether they succeed or fail, the goal behind the scenes was already achieved the moment they entered the spacecraft."

"Oh?"

"Their goal is nothing more than to interfere with the Lungmen launch site and space station. Believe it or not, if they actually succeed, it's actually something those people don't want to see. They just want to take the opportunity to attack the National Guard Bureau. You are just innocent bystanders."

"Information given to you by the Rat King?"

"Who benefits, who is suspected? If they really succeed in this matter, what do you think Da Yan will do? The trust of travelers from all over the world in Longmen will plummet. What will Lao Wei do? Actually, if you analyze all this intelligence together, you will know what these people's purpose is."

"Don't worry, there will be no shortage of these tests and attempts to use others to do your dirty work in the future. In this world, as long as you stand up, you will face all kinds of open and hidden attacks, no matter where you are." Lin Yuxia patted An Suo on the shoulder. As long as there is a society composed of humans, such things are inevitable. Even the Star Alliance has factions and differences in direction, it's just that they are better controlled.

"In this world, even gods and the dead can be used. The only thing that can remain completely untouched, unaffected, and detached is something that doesn't exist. So, your test is far from over. This is just the beginning, and it will only become more frequent no matter what happens in the future."

"What complicated social relationships and politics."

"There's nothing we can do about it. That's how it is in any society made up of humans or intelligent beings. Even in a society made up of machines, there will be malfunctions and disagreements." While the two were chatting, the two people behind them finally couldn't help but start fighting.

"Arson? What an ancient method."

"Old, but effective."

Setting fire at the exit of the space garden, filled with dust and flammable materials, is truly a perfect location and time. A small, unnoticed spark falls among the dry, withered leaves. In the low-gravity environment, the flame is shaped more like a plump ball, and the hot air rises faster, sending sparks flying everywhere.

Both the carbon nanofiber fabric on the inner wall and the wooden decorative structure are flammable. Once a fire breaks out, the entire space station could be destroyed. For one thing, if the pipelines transporting oxygen and hydrogen were ignited, it would trigger a chain reaction of explosions.

“However, they are still a bit timid,” Lin Yuxia smiled. “They should have taken action when we were touring the processing equipment later, broken the starch cans, and then thrown in whatever they had prepared as kindling.”

"Don't give them any advice. The infrared smoke detector has already detected the anomaly." The firefighter sprayed a powerful stream of water downwards, instantly extinguishing the smoldering fire without even triggering the station's alarm.

"It's a real pity. If it's this bad, it's really hard to tell whether it was intentional or a mistake."

"They won't give up; they might actually crash into the dust canister."

"Speaking of which, your processing line has flour silos, right?"

"Probably yes," An Suo scratched his head. This was a serious question; he really didn't know if it existed until he reached the specific equipment room.

The space farm was installed by Lao Xia. It's a standard Star Alliance agricultural space facility, with multi-story, fully transparent rooms densely packed with crops. "They wouldn't want to burn this place down, would they?" It has to be said, the sea of ​​fully mature golden crops really does look very flammable.

"Who knows? But they probably don't have any new opportunities. The Guard Bureau has them caught in the middle."

"Tsk~ I was hoping for a good show, but now they can get off the plane safely," Lin Yuxia complained. "Although we thwarted the mastermind's plot, they won't be exposed. At most, they'll send a couple of pawns to vent your anger."

"They won't give up so easily; this is just a test."

Without any prior knowledge of the space station's security structure and environment, how could they possibly assign such an important, even impossible, mission on the very first mission? To put it bluntly, it was just two small stones thrown out to explore the way.

It was just a tool to figure out the space station's security system and the tolerance and investigation efforts of Kazdel, Lungmen, and other similar entities. Let alone these two weaklings, even their backers were just stepping stones.

"At worst, we'll just deal with whatever comes our way. Anyway, this won't be the first or the last time. There will always be schemers and ambitious people trying to cause trouble, no matter where you are."

If such a large-scale project and international cooperation plan doesn't face opposition from those whose vested interests are threatened, doesn't involve many ambitious individuals trying to profit from the chaos, and doesn't even encounter any hostile reactions simply because they can't accept or can't stand it, then you really need to reflect on whether you've done something incredibly foolish.

"Our boss once said, 'The world is so big, if a few idiots or lunatics don't pop up every day, you're living in paradise.'" An Suo shrugged.

"Another saying is that if no one objects to what you do, you receive unanimous praise, no one tries to trip you up, and there are no internal disagreements—then you've definitely done something incredibly stupid, and not just a little stupid—the boss calls this 'everyone's last pity for a dying person.'"

“That makes a lot of sense. Oh, they got caught by the Guard Bureau. Speaking of which, is the control of hazardous materials at your sites really that bad? They actually managed to obtain materials for Originium bombs.”

“If I had to say, there are materials for Originium bombs everywhere here. Look outside,” Ansuo pointed to the rocks outside the farm’s glass, “In a sense, those are all Originium bombs, as long as you have the right Originium Arts.”

What are your plans for the future?

The "secret" plan is to install anti-Originium Arts neural pulse emitters on the space station. This won't completely eliminate the Terrans' Originium Arts, but it will prevent them from using them freely, essentially suppressing professional sorcerers to the level of ordinary people.

Aside from the immense psychological impact on Colombians, most tourists weren't particularly enthusiastic about the visit to the Space Farm. However, they were very excited about the subsequent free picking activity, as there were many unusual ingredients. For many noble families, the novelty of hands-on experience was unparalleled.

Unlike the dirty farms they had imagined, this place was full of high-tech features, and the crops were all grown in clean water tanks. Both the fruits and grains looked exquisite and elegant. Coupled with the gimmick of being in space, it naturally made them happy to get their hands dirty.

In a way, it's quite ridiculous. If you ask them to harvest wheat and grain by hand on their own farms and pay them for it, they'll think you're insulting them. But if you ask them to pay more than the crops themselves and then have them harvest the crops by hand on the space station, they find it enjoyable.

"The same labor is considered lowly by the former, but a nobleman by the latter. Human beings are truly incomprehensible," Lin Yuxia remarked, watching the nobles enthusiastically picking corn and fruit.

In reality, it's due to the alienation of labor...

Because when crops are collected, the harvested crops are actually unrelated to them, so they cannot derive any enjoyment from the labor. Since there is no effort, there is no reward, and both crops and money become just numbers.

By paying to work here, one gains a sense of accomplishment and fulfillment from the effort put in. These ordinary, unremarkable things serve as a carrier of the value of one's labor, allowing one to affirm one's self-worth and thus find enjoyment.

The source of this enjoyment is actually the same as that of video games. If you think about it carefully, when you play games, you spend money, time, energy, and even physical and mental effort, but what you gain is virtual items that have almost no real value, yet you feel very happy.

The same time, energy, and intelligence are spent on going to work, but you receive valuable compensation. Yet you feel tormented and see it as a form of suffering. This is largely due to the same reasons.

"Actually, I don't find it strange. It's probably because our boss often goes to the fields too..." An Suo shrugged.

"I suppose that's how people who live for themselves are. Whether they're nobles or tycoons, these are just labels attached by the outside world. Their previous extravagance may be enviable, but it's hard to say that they lived for themselves. In a sense, they may not be as happy as the fishermen fishing in the waters off the Argo."

"So, your mission is over?"

“No, because my mission wasn’t over before you landed.” An Suo stared at Lin Yuxia and said, “You were right before, they might indeed be small stones used for scouting, so weren’t you also using these two small stones to scout the way?”