All along, although the Spirit Magnetic Material experts living aboard Hope were under house arrest and had no freedom to go to the surface,
the powerful figures controlling Hope still did their utmost to satisfy all their material needs, so that they could develop stronger Spirit Magnetic Material and techniques for manipulating it.
Even while the surface was mired in war and famine, Hope remained a Peach Blossom Paradise of abundant supplies, peace, and tranquility.
After all, the Ancient Turan People had once spent long years aboard Hope. The spacecraft itself was a self-contained city—small as a sparrow, yet complete in all vital organs. Its facilities, newly restored with Spirit Magnetic Material, could fully satisfy every need from birth to death.
For this very reason, the Spirit Magnetic Material experts who had spent their entire lives aboard Hope easily developed an illusion about the present state of Turan Civilization. They simply could not believe their civilization had deteriorated so terribly, or that life on the surface had become so cruel, savage, and ignorant.
Even if occasional rumors from the surface reached their ears,
the powerful figures always had a set of splendid rhetoric that could justify itself—phrases such as "temporary difficulties" and "a grueling expedition"—making the Spirit Magnetic Material experts believe that they were carrying out work of vital importance for the continuation and advancement of Turan Civilization.
As long as they developed ever more advanced Spirit Magnetic Material, forged it into incomparably powerful Spirit Magnetic Armor, and helped the powerful figures gain invincible absolute force, everything would get better.
However, when famine dragged on for too long, even the powerful figures controlling Hope were inevitably swept into the whirlpool of mutual slaughter.
The collapse of order on the surface and the open and covert struggles among the powerful figures