Lu PingAn's return did not cause any great uproar. By now, more than three months later, many matters had already been settled.
"2.2 billion?"
They had won the Plane War, but the victory had been exceptionally grueling. The final war against the World-Destroying Three Beasts in particular—whether it was the rising sea levels caused by melting or the invincible beasts wantonly devouring every living thing—had brought endless death to ordinary people. Of course, the greatest killer remained the Dragon Serpent disaster, which was still being suppressed even now.
These were the latest statistics. What surprised Lu PingAn was not that there were so few survivors, but that the number was considerably higher than in several previous counts.
"Some people had been missed before, but most of the additional people are returnees. Some left aboard Arks, while others hid in otherworldly realms connected to Earth."
Hearing this, Lu PingAn put down the latest newspaper and sighed without saying much.
Everyone had their own choices. As long as some things did not cross the line, the law would not intervene, and moral restraint or condemnation probably meant jack shit to certain people. Lu PingAn felt it would be better to leave such troublesome disputes to the governments of the various countries.
"How is reconstruction going in the different countries?"
"Very badly... In quite a few countries, most citizens have become refugees but still refuse to return home. Some countries have also announced the establishment of the America Republic, and civil war is currently breaking out there. Oh, and Sakurajima's refugees have taken to the streets again. They are demanding that we help them reclaim their homeland."
Three months was neither particularly long nor particularly short. Listening to the latest reports, Lu PingAn's scalp increasingly tingled.
When the old order was shattered, a