Yes.
This was not something Su Mo had blurted out on a whim, nor was it a lie he had told to boost morale.
Judging development alone, the aliens truly were no match for humanity.
Technology—a miraculous path—could bring humanity an unimaginable acceleration in development.
As long as one technological breakthrough emerged, it could immediately spread to territories of all sizes and quickly become a driving force.
As long as a single factory started operating, it could produce massive quantities of goods at an astonishing speed and flood the entire market.
And if mass-produced Weapon Production Lines appeared, that would be even more remarkable.
Even ordinary civilians who currently seemed incapable of fighting could be trained and equipped with firearms.
Humanity might not sweep across the entire New Continent at once, but at the very least, it would no longer be forced to passively endure beatings, hiding in mountain gullies and scraping by on territory the aliens disdained.
At the same time, food could be seized, resources could be seized, and even weapons could be taken and put to use.
But maintaining technology by seizing it would truly be difficult.
Even nine years later, there would be only a few dozen human territories capable of repairing complete industrial production lines.
The game had disabled the translation system between different civilizations. Even if the aliens really seized those things, recognizing the characters would already be a huge problem.
Ding.
The pleasant notification sound rang out from the Game Panel once again.
After the version update was complete, what popped up this time was a disaster announcement.
``` Record: Wasteland Time: Year One, Month Seven, Day Twenty-One
Record: Wasteland Game Version Number: Version 4.0 (Myriad Paths Origin)
Record: The current game environment has been detected to meet the requirements for deploying an