Eastwater Fragment World.
At Wenren Sheng's home.
"What are they doing?" Little Illusion asked, scratching her head.
"They're clearing away the soil of terror and addressing the roots of chaos." Wenren Sheng saw through the High Tower Principal's intentions at a glance.
Brilliant. Truly brilliant.
Experience really did count.
In humanity's fantasies, terror occupied a considerable portion.
It could even be said to be an indispensable part.
The most fundamental fear came from fear of the people around them.
From the most common material exploitation to the most brutal and occasional deprivation of life, these were all things that genuinely happened.
This was the foundation of terrifying fantasies.
"Can they succeed? That place is so huge, and they don't have any extraordinary powers. Can they really do it with just that little bit of technology?" his father, Wenren De, asked, shaking his head.
Clearly, he did not think much of their chances.
But Wenren Sheng understood just how terrifying people could become when forced into a desperate situation.
The Tribal Jungle talked every day about how people should govern themselves, but once the external threat grew serious, it would immediately turn into a top-down system, even harsher than the Alliance.
Because they would have an entire set of public opinion advantages.
"Let's watch." Wenren Sheng did not reveal his own judgment.
Tribal Jungle, a small city somewhere.
"This disgusts me!" A red-haired old man held a hunting rifle as he confronted the City Workers who had come to install surveillance cameras.
"This is an order from the City Council, an order from the administrators, and a demand from the public!" the Worker Captain said.
"Get out of my house! No one can enter my house except me and my son! I don't want any filthy cameras. Don't even think