Seeing these information prompts, Zhang Yang hesitated.
Everyone wanted the benefits, but as for the responsibility, no one was willing to shoulder it.
Even though he had personally built this village civilization from the ground up, all he had truly wanted was to complete the task. He had never thought of making it a lifelong burden.
Wasn't that ridiculous?
The Civilization Guardian sounded impressive, but did Zhang Yang not know how dangerous it actually was?
Take the current situation of this world, for example: the Demon Race, the Devil Race, perhaps even the nonexistent Ghost Race, and an unknown salted-fish super boss. Was being a guardian really that easy? One careless mistake, and he might be finished.
"So, I'm sorry. I'm ultimately just an ordinary, vulgar person, not a hero."
Zhang Yang sighed. He had no desire to shoulder this responsibility.
But just then, a line of information suddenly appeared before his eyes. It was a string of data describing the current state of this civilization.
"Level-One Civilization."
"Creator: Zhang Yang."
"Promoters: Zhang Wenyuan, Wu Lei, Wu Ya, Qin Ge, Zhang Liang, Lei Ming, and 9,827 others."
"Current civilization durability: 98/1000. On the verge of collapse."
"Current civilization status: under invasion."
"Current civilization territory: Wuwei and Yanming Commanderies west of the Tianliang Great Wall. If they are breached, the civilization will be destroyed. All Village Building Tasks generated within this civilization will fail. As for the consequences of failure, figure them out yourself!"
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"I—"
Zhang Yang was dumbfounded and frightened. He truly had not expected the village civilization he had established to be this broken, like a guttering candle in the wind, tottering on the brink of collapse.
But it made sense. The territory Wu Ya had once conquered after traveling thousands of miles, and the tens of thousands