Divine Forbidden Medicine

Xu Zhi gave a thumbs-up and laughed. "Boss, you're really an honest man!"

"Of course. We have to hold life in awe." The boss tidied the tableware in the shop and said, "Although the people marching outside are being pushed by Black Hands behind the scenes, manufacturing public opinion and directing their attacks at the Empire's royal family to damage public trust in them, at least their intentions are good."

"Look, isn't this nice?"

He turned around and pointed at the shouting in the streets, where the parade was still in full swing with passionate slogans:

"Protect the gods, starting with me."

"No trade, no harm!"

"The upper-class corporations slaughter Native Gods on a massive scale for profit, driving the gods to the brink of extinction! We should protect them!"

"Yes, it really is nice." Xu Zhi was stunned for a moment before laughing.

He felt that the gods here had it far too rough!

It was like protecting endangered whales—rejecting whaling ships and rejecting all those interest groups who claimed to study these creatures while actually taking the chance to rake in obscene profits. This was too absurd.

It was not that the Extraordinary Side was weak. Their genes were weak.

Their corresponding cultivation techniques were also immature, extremely backward, and could not develop. Cultivators lacking a certain genetic cultivation method could never defeat the Technology Side, which required no genetic threshold.

Xu Zhi found this boss rather extraordinary as well. The man had hit the nail on the head, so Xu Zhi asked again, "Then which do you think is better: living in an extraordinary civilization or a technological civilization? Over there, as long as someone has sufficient talent and enough lucky opportunities, they can break through the class barrier. Even those at the bottom can live for