This Era, Is It the Most Comfortable Era We've Lived Through?

Lu Yuan had exposed the secret, leaving the Others somewhat embarrassed.

In the end, it was the old Snake Person who spoke. "Since you've guessed it, there's no point hiding it. We really can influence the monster and have considerable control over it, but we have to pay a price."

"Throwing the city out goes against the monster's own will. We would have to sacrifice our lives for even a chance of success."

"This place cannot fall for now, so we can't help you."

So that was it!

Lu Yuan said, "Then there's no need. I'm not an unreasonable person. There's no need for you seniors to feel embarrassed."

The Others said helplessly, "We've drifted through life in a daze for so long that our lives aren't worth much. If we die, then we die... but Pangu Continent's Ninth Era still needs us alive."

"If you humans had no means of protecting yourselves, we would only stand by and watch."

They had witnessed far too many partings of life and death. They had even witnessed the destruction of entire eras.

The deaths of a few weak civilizations truly stirred no emotion in them.

Since they had put it that way, Lu Yuan could understand. "Sigh, we can only blame the Blue Roc Civilization for having bad luck and encountering something like this."

Lu Yuan fell silent for a long while, no longer speaking through telepathy. "Since that's the case, I'll be frank. Our plan is this: eight million Blue Peng People have been infected by the monster. Through the Demon Poppy Tree's abilities, the expert team will pull their consciousnesses into a dream and establish a stable Spirit Network."

"This Spirit Network will have Jin Bote, the 'Agitator,' as its core."

"I'm afraid they'll find it very difficult to break free from the monster's influence..."

"But if they could coexist with the monster in the form of a dream for the long term, would that be acceptable?"

The monster could not possibly let these bird people, whom it had already taken control of, leave.

But from another angle, coexistence was not really a problem.

The Blue Peng People could live in the dream long-term, retaining the ability to think and create, while also providing a tiny amount of "luck."

If the monster could permit this, the outcome would obviously be much better.

This was also an outcome the Blue Roc Civilization could accept—it would not count as extinction, and it would preserve a faint hope of revival.

The more than five thousand Blue Peng survivors who had joined humanity while still conscious would also gain more initiative upon learning that their compatriots were still alive.

"This idea... does indeed have a chance of succeeding." The Others considered it. "But you must understand that everything is decaying."

"Without anyone to maintain it, your Spirit Network won't last long before the monster breaks through it."

"Are you planning to leave your Demon Poppy Tree on these grasslands? Can you bear to part with it?"

That was indeed a problem.

Seashell had discussed it with him for a long time before they reached a conclusion.

Lu Yuan said, "The Blue Roc Civilization still has three to five thousand Civilization Points. That's an enormous amount of Idealistic Energy. If it is used to maintain the dream and slowly feed the monster, it should last a very long time—long enough to support it until the end of this era, shouldn't it?"

"Oh, you can bear to spend it? That's three to five thousand Civilization Points!"

"We have to, even if we can't bear to..." Lu Yuan said helplessly.

Anyway, it wasn't our money. Spend it, then.

"Besides, we will use technological means to build a bridge between the dream and reality."

"They will be able to control certain robots from within the dream and interfere with the real world, allowing them to maintain themselves."

"More than that, the six of you can join the dream as well. You won't have to live such stifling lives in the future..."

"Your physical bodies may be buried in the earth, but your spirits and consciousnesses can be uploaded into the dream."

"At the very least, you can brag with the Blue Roc Civilization, play games, and socialize. Though the Blue Roc Civilization can hardly be considered a normal civilization anymore... This is the best solution we can offer, one that benefits both sides. What do you seniors think?"

Those words struck straight at the Others' hearts.

They exchanged glances, and every one of them was tempted.

Old geezers were not afraid of death, nor were they afraid of hardship.

What they feared was... profound loneliness!

They would occasionally awaken from that bizarre world, only to find that they had lost their memories. Surrounded by companions without intelligence, they endured bitterly until an era came to an end, always feeling that indescribable loneliness...

If there were a civilization to keep them company, even if they could only communicate within a dream, then this era would count as a rather enjoyable one.

"We... will consider it seriously." The large Crystal Person nodded.

"Alright, then I won't disturb you any longer." After making the proposal, Lu Yuan cupped his hands, turned around, and left.

For a long time, no sound came from the hall. Only steady breathing could be heard.

After a long while, the old Snake Person's smile suddenly widened. He lowered his voice and said, "This time, we've encountered an opportunity!"

"See? I told you this Level Three Civilization was our lucky star."

"Stop spending all day thinking about suppressing the younger generation! You're all so old, yet you're still jealous. It would be embarrassing if word got out!"

Everyone was stunned. Clearly, you were the first one to suggest suppressing them, and now you were blaming us?

The older he got, the thicker his skin became!

To be honest, once they realized they could not suppress them at all, their mindset had gradually changed.

This youngster's reserves were far too abundant. Those ordinary Level Four Civilizations that had climbed their way up through time were not even a match for a Level Three Civilization.

What was more, did the Peak Civilizations of previous generations possess such luck?

They did not actually know the development paths of Peak Civilizations, but presumably... perhaps, maybe, probably not?

"Could the Ninth Era really have birthed a monster, piling an immense amount of luck onto one person?" an alien said worriedly.

"What if he dies? Wouldn't it all have been for nothing?"

After several seconds of silence, the Crystal Person slowly said, "Not necessarily. The World Will of the Ninth Era knows that its lifespan is short and that it is itself a complete mess. Perhaps it needs to produce a few monsters in order to save this world."

"As for whether that will be good or bad, only the future can tell."

"But even monsters need time to grow. He has exposed himself somewhat now... if he encounters a powerful enemy, he could still die."

The most terrifying things in the world were not ghosts.

They were other things with intelligence...

"Who knows? They may already be active in this era..."

At that, the atmosphere turned cold again, permeated by a faint despair.

That bewildering future truly left them unable to see what road lay ahead.

The Crystal Person sneered. "That is the Ninth Era's problem. When the era is destroyed, what does it have to do with us? We can just die along with it."

"Then have the monster relocate him first... hide him for as long as possible."

"Agreed."

The six aliens could, in some mysterious way, control the monster. After all, they had once been Great Spirit Essence Users.

Even though they were now like ordinary people, their influence from the past still remained.

Of course, every attempt to control it was extremely risky. Their decisions had to align with the monster's own wishes, or their souls might be devoured by it in an instant.

"What do you think of his dream plan?"

"Of course we should support it!" These fellows excitedly rubbed their hands together and began playing an online game.

The six of them split neatly into two teams—three against three!

"Perhaps... this era is the most comfortable era we have ever lived in?"

"Oh, right, there's also our wealth. Everyone has some wealth, and keeping it is not much use... why not..."

There had once been many, many aliens in this place. They all held lofty status within their own civilizations and naturally had a little wealth to their names.

This Different Dimension was also an escape point for powerful civilizations. Since it was a gathering place, a Trading Market naturally existed.

Over time, everyone had accumulated quite a bit of wealth.

Now, most of the aliens had withered away, leaving only these six.

All kinds of inheritances were piling up, yet they were of little use.

"Hmph, that is where you are wrong. These assets are our bargaining chips when negotiating with him!"

"How can wealth be given away so easily? If he gets it too easily, will he still cherish it? Even if we think highly of him, we cannot do that!"

"Let's play. Stop talking about this."

Joyful shouts rang out from inside the room.

Just as the old geezers were seriously considering how to give Human Civilization a push forward, Lu Yuan set out once more.

He was actually quite busy. First, he led a large force to Quincy City of the Blue Roc Civilization to excavate the Hibernation Pods.

This enormous interstellar city contained countless cutting-edge devices. To put it bluntly, in the field of material science, it was hundreds or even thousands of years ahead of humanity!

The human soldiers were brimming with enthusiasm, wishing they could immediately dig up every computer and mech.

"Lu Ying, can you... be a little gentler?" Lu Yuan looked at the feverish gazes of the Treasure Hunting Team and could not help lowering his voice anxiously. "These are all other people's wives. Don't get so excited—it damages your image."

Lu Ying and the others burst into laughter.

The Blue Roc Civilization still had survivors. Were these assets not, in fact, "other people's wives"?

"Grand Commander, should we slow down a little, then?"

"No. Hurry up."

Since the Blue Roc Civilization still had more than five thousand survivors, Lu Yuan simply sent them over as well and had them dig at the site together.

Given the circumstances, all of the Blue Roc Civilization's assets obviously belonged to humanity. There was no way humanity would be generous enough to return them to those five thousand people, was there?

But winning people's allegiance was not so easy. More than three thousand God's Skill Users, along with nearly two thousand experts—how to smoothly integrate them into Human Civilization was no simple matter.

These foreign talents were immensely valuable. The knowledge in their minds could definitely push Green Field City forward by a huge step!

Thus, Lu Yuan had considered the matter for a long time.

Before these bird people, he announced the decision: "We will help establish a dream space and save as many of your relatives and friends as possible..."

"From this day onward, they will live in the dream for the long term."

"If you wish to enter the dream and reunite with your families, we will not force you to stay. We can allow you to enter the dream."