Introduction

That so-called Councilor Identity.

First, it was too troublesome.

Second, he had no interest.

So Orsaga sat in the venue without the slightest intention of taking part.

He could not even be bothered to vote in the previous round.

He was merely a passerby, sitting back to watch the winds and clouds churn.

There were not many people like him at the Transmigrator Conference, but neither were they particularly rare.

However, unlike Orsaga, who simply could not care less, most of the others only believed in the law of the jungle.

An organization?

To those accustomed to the concept that strength reigned supreme,

whether such a thing existed or not meant nothing to them.

As lone wolves, they were only willing to trust the strength that belonged to them.

To put it bluntly, they were the typical misfits.

But precisely because people like them existed, Orsaga, mixed in among them, did not appear all that conspicuous.

Although quite a few transmigrators had still noticed him...

"Since we're competing for that so-called councilor position, I'll go and make some achievements."

"For the sake of allowing the humans on Blue Star to develop better, I'll go slaughter the other alien races in the Milky Way Galaxy. That way, it'll surely make things easier for you, me, and everyone else..."

After gruffly saying that, the bald, burly man who had spoken vanished amid loud laughter.

Perhaps because his words had been inspiring, many of those who wanted to profit through a higher position also decided to first do something practical in order to win more votes.

Among them,

some transmigrators decided to spend a few days raising Human Civilization's current technological level by several thousand years.

Some transmigrators planned to launch the Human DNA Modification Plan, optimizing the entire race so that