Understanding was one thing, but Wenren Sheng was still displeased. After all, he was a one-of-a-kind existence, even if they did not know it.
Moreover, after watching the meeting broadcast, he was not optimistic about their plan either.
Because in the end, they were still placing their hopes on Otherworldly Users. And what were Otherworldly Users? They were not something the Supervisory Department could truly influence.
His memories of his previous life told him that anyone who tried to rely on others to accomplish something usually met a miserable end.
Were there few people who had hoped to get rich through others, only to be swindled out of everything in the end?
Still, not being optimistic was one thing. If Wenren Sheng himself had to come up with a reasonable way to balance these individual powerhouses, he felt it would be difficult.
After all, material conditions determined consciousness.
Why had ordinary people risen in his previous life? It was simple: the power of technology grew more formidable the higher the quality and larger the scale of the population. Thus, all forces and systems that imprisoned ordinary people, restricted them, and suppressed their growth declined one after another, without exception.
Of course, once technology reached its peak, whether a sci-fi scenario involving Final Producers would emerge and plunge ordinary people back into an even deeper, darker abyss was hard to say.
Advantages and disadvantages always went hand in hand. Nothing was ever perfect.
Now, the invasion of the Mysterious World had allowed a tiny number of individuals—such as himself, and Qu Weijiang before him—to wield world-shaking power. Under such circumstances, if the corresponding system did not change to adapt to this shift in material power, it would inevitably fail.
A system had to adapt to changes in material conditions. That was