Along the way, Lu PingAn had witnessed countless apocalypses and final days.
But he had never expected his own homeland to face the same fate.
Every time he returned to the planet, Lu PingAn saw the restlessness, prosperity, chaos, and crises across the world. Yet more than anything, he saw a New Era where all manner of new things were erupting into existence.
"Has it really come to that?" Uneasy, Lu PingAn asked the Big Cat at his side.
".If it hadn't, would they be pushing the Nirvana Plan with their backs to the wall? Anyone could see that the Nirvana Plan would make the entire country even looser and more decentralized."
As more and more Professionals and gods migrated abroad, Wanjing's control over the broader Eastern Kingdom forces naturally declined sharply.
To say nothing of anything farther away, if a New Human Federation truly emerged on Mercury 42—one that surpassed the Eastern Kingdom homeland in population and development indices, with a large number of East Country People among its population—then who could still say who was truly native?
If it were not absolutely necessary, who would begin by making a high-stakes gamble?
"The Nirvana Plan should be showing results by now."
"Your existence, as well as the counteroffensive these people are organizing, can both effectively prolong your world's life. Those are all products of the Nirvana Plan. There is no point dwelling on outcomes and fate. All life, all worlds, will one day perish. What matters is the process..."
The Big Cat was talking a little too much. As a veteran survivor of apocalypses, her post-traumatic symptoms had probably flared up again.
Its main symptom was that whenever she discussed something concrete, she would gradually drift into philosophy and worldviews—when practical matters could not solve a problem, she naturally