Once Yggdrasil regained consciousness, everything became remarkably simple.
In fact, most of the concerns Hao Ren and the others had faced while operating in the Nine Kingdoms boiled down to three points: What if the giant thing underground suddenly woke up? What if the giant thing underground woke up in a bad mood? What if the giant thing underground was a Firstborn in a berserk state? Those three concerns alone had made everyone move with their hands tied, to the point that they had not even dared request technical support. Even investigating the source of the corruption in Nibelungen had been like walking on thin ice.
But now, none of those problems were problems anymore, because the giant thing underground had already awakened—and the patient was emotionally stable, showing no intention of hacking the doctors to death. Hao Ren felt this had been a harmonious doctor-patient relationship, a miraculous cure achieved with the right medicine, a masterful treatment carried out with consummate skill. The fact that his entire contribution had been poking a hole in someone's head with a greatsword over a meter long did not affect his high opinion of himself in the slightest.
Thus, he could now safely and boldly relocate the refugees in Twilight City.
The specific process of relocation and how he would convince so many people to move could be set aside for now. At least there was no need to worry about Yggdrasil suddenly going berserk.
"Actually, it's fortunate that you didn't act rashly," Yggdrasil said with a sigh after hearing Hao Ren's arrangements for Twilight City. "Given my mental state at the time, every action was based entirely on reflex. Even the slightest disturbance could trigger major problems. But you don't need to worry anymore. I'll do everything I can to make things