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Chapter 294 - Chapter 294 Chapter 294 The Seed Preservation Plan

Chapter 294: Chapter 294: The Seed Preservation Plan Chapter 294: Chapter 294: The Seed Preservation Plan Epoch 5561!

Twenty-seven years after the official implementation of the Virtual World Project, this marked the one hundred and first year since Humans arrived in this Star Domain.

In just twenty-seven years, over 97% of the Glizerians chose to abandon their bodies and enter the more beautiful Virtual World, the entire progress being unimaginably smooth!

During the implementation of the plan, there were some riots, but compared to the general trend of the whole society, such riots were rather inconsequential. The vast majority of the Glizerians couldn’t wait to discard this imperfect real world and enter the more appealing virtual one.

Those who remained either hid away trembling out of fear or for other reasons.

As for these folks, Humans had no interest in capturing them on a large scale, simply employing a propaganda tactic: if you want to enter the Virtual World, go ahead; if not, leave it be.

On the other hand, over the decades, educators had raised a new generation of Glizerians from the ruins of Gor City. These children’s ideologies had not yet been tainted by the outside world; they were like blank pieces of paper, holding all new possibilities.

They would be the last spark of the Glize Civilization on this planet…

“… regarding the stochastic model of the Markov chain, I have already written one method, has anyone else come up with a different solution?”

A Human teacher was educating these twenty-to-thirty-year-old Glizerians in the university classroom.

“I’ve thought of one!”

The Glizerians, naturally sensitive to Mathematics, quickly learned the deeper mathematical knowledge, eagerly raising their hands to speak one after another.

And so, amid a lively discussion, the ding-dong of the bell sounded, and class was dismissed.

This was also the last class for this Human teacher.

Her name was Ding Ling. She quietly organized her teaching materials, preparing to leave the classroom.

“Teacher, are you leaving?” a smaller-sized Pangolin suddenly seemed to sense something.

Hearing this voice, the rest of the Glizerians turned to look in unison.

“Yes, I’m leaving.”

The kind-hearted female student said, “My teaching term is almost over. This is the last class, and I’m going back to our civilization.”

All of the Glizerians exclaimed, showing looks of reluctance.

Ding Ling quickly waved her hand, “Our Wander Plan is already in the works, coming along faster than anticipated. It only took a century, and I am one of the volunteers…”

“Are you not staying on Satellite 1?”

“Yes, I also want to take a look at other planets… The Universe is so vast, it’s good to experience more things.”

Boys and girls in the new civilization all had a very distinctive artistic temperament… This might be due to environmental influences, combined with a more affluent life, people had sufficient conditions to pursue spiritual fulfillment.

Ding Ling stepped out of the Underground City’s gate and looked up at the orange sky; the sun was fine, a rare good weather. Lazy insects and “Aruba Plants” that contracted when stimulated seemed unchanged since time immemorial.

Life, truly a miracle of the Universe.

In the Universe, there are always so many unknown species, they might be entering into a mediocre trough or facing the brink of extinction. How to regard these diverse species–whether to destroy, observe, conquer, or educate–is a course that an interstellar civilization must consider.

Suddenly, she didn’t know how to describe her current mood.

Were the actions of Humans on this land good or evil? Or perhaps, the pure black and white were already inadequate to describe…

The “Seed Preservation Project” began over thirty years ago, before Humans had even formally commenced cultural invasion, with educators attempting to restore the ideologies of these Glizerian babies to the state before the second wave of interstellar civilization arrived.

For Humans, this project didn’t actually hold much benefit, purely just to make their actions seem more in line with the words “justice” and “kindness.”

Humans are inherently hypocritical creatures. They possess the nature of wolves yet clothe themselves in sheep’s skins, as if that alone could truly transform them into beings of justice and kindness, and even then, they rest easy in that belief.

“Teacher, are you really leaving?”

“This time I’m really leaving. I’ve been warned many times! I’ll send you some small gifts when I get back.”

Hearing the teacher’s words, the young Glizerians all displayed sad expressions, reluctantly gazing at her.

Over the years, many human teachers had come and gone, but to these Glizerians, who were still in their youth after over twenty years, many life skills were still immature.

The total population of Glizerians in Gor City was only 220,000, with the oldest being no more than fifty years old. Fortunately, Glizerians have low living requirements; they can survive just by eating some roadside weeds–they certainly won’t starve to death.

Moreover, under human education, these 220,000 Glizerians had already formed a basic political organizational structure, united and full of vitality.

“…There’s no need to be too sad. A civilization, after all, must stand tall amid the stars through its own efforts. Blind reliance on other civilizations will never allow growth.”

The female teacher smiled as she sat on the ground, looking towards the distant sunset, “Even history should have taught you a lot by now…”

“The various equipment left in Gor City will also enable you to industrialize smoothly, free from the troubles of the Electric Era, and after that, you’ll have to rely on yourselves.”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Outside was the sound of the shuttle touching down to the ground.

A human pilot urged, “Alright, let’s go, hurry! If we wait any longer, the wind will pick up, and we can’t afford to delay.”

All the human teachers hurriedly boarded the shuttle, then the shuttle started up again, flying toward the distant sky.

A Glizerian leader, around fifty years old, watched the group of humans leave, his heart filled with excitement and melancholy.

The excitement stemmed from the Gleize Civilization becoming a truly independent civilization once more! No longer constrained or taught by anyone–this was real freedom.

The melancholy came from the fact that, with humans gone, life might not be as simple and easy as before. All productive activities would have to rely on themselves.

Would there be dictators in the future? How exactly should all the systems be perfected? Would they fall into the same old patterns as before?

There were still many problems, far from as easy as imagined!

The leader lowered his head and muttered, “To explore the laws of historical development, we must look into productive forces, production relations, social consciousness, political realms, and more.”

“Trust in our own wisdom and do not make the same mistakes as in the past!”

Apart from these internal difficulties, there were external ones as well.

Especially since the population in other cities had not been completely eradicated, there might still be signs of resurgence. Even though the Universal Factories in these cities had all been moved, the entire industrial system was almost paralyzed, but there was still a vast amount of social resources remaining.

In the struggle for resources, particularly for the remaining medicines, factories, and various machinery and equipment, the leftover population spontaneously formed various armed criminal organizations, and these city ruins were almost in a state of apocalyptic revelry, filled with violence and crime.

And Gor City, once the humans left, would sooner or later draw the attention of these thugs.

“So, if we want to protect ourselves, we’re going to have to put some thought into it.”

Whether humans did this deliberately, creating an external enemy for them, this leader did not know, but inwardly he sighed with resolve.

There was nothing to complain about, a bit of external pressure could be good, promoting unity among the 220,000 people.

“Fight on!”

“We will surely become strong again on this planet!”

“We will!”

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