Li Cang sensed trouble.
These people simply were not trying hard enough to search.
And how could he search an entire planet by himself? He could work himself to death and still not find it.
The Slave Contract could only keep others from rebelling. It could not inspire initiative, much less force them to find something.
Slaves were the least motivated people. Whatever they did, they only wanted to muddle through. As long as they did nothing wrong, that was enough.
Li Cang had wanted to execute one or two people as a warning, but Zhang Meng stopped him.
"If we do that, the gods won't be happy."
"The gods probably don't like things that need to be censored," Zhang Meng hinted quietly.
Hearing this, Li Cang fell silent.
Only then did he understand Zhang Meng's behavioral logic these past few days. No wonder this kid had been acting so upright—it was all a performance for the Deities.
Wenren Sheng could not help but smile when he saw this.
Human wisdom really could not be underestimated.
This Zhang Meng had matured through a series of setbacks.
He now understood the core acting principle: there could be no behavior that needed censoring.
As for how he had discovered it, he had probably judged from the amount of experience points gained.
Comedic behavior that crossed the line would result in no experience.
But absurd behavior that was normal, positive, and motivated could earn a large amount of experience.
Naturally, Wenren Sheng had secretly set things up this way so Little Illusion would not grow up crooked.
Of course, he had worried too much, because Little Illusion had no desire to grow up at all.
Li Cang soon came up with a plan.
Amid the apocalyptic heat wave.
A rumor spread