"The will to break through Utopia."
Lu Ban sensed that something was off.
"You mean Utopia is restricting you?"
Hippocrates did not answer directly. Instead, he took another sip of the wine brewed by those honey insects. Although the action looked perfectly normal, Lu Ban already knew how the wine had been made, so the scene struck him as inexplicably funny.
"As you understand, it was Utopia that created Plato. The Sage is merely the spokesperson for this city's will. This is how we have lived for several centuries, and no one has ever thought anything was wrong."
Hippocrates set down his cup and continued in a low voice.
"Indeed, under Utopia's system, our lives are quite abundant, and everyone lives in harmony and order. Under conditions of absolute justice, even when someone tries to exploit a loophole, it generally does not cause any major negative consequences. We ought to be grateful to Utopia. We should not entertain any thoughts of defying it."
In Lu Ban's eyes, Utopia had indeed created an ideal nation atop the wasteland of the apocalypse.
Here, people had to obey a fair, just, and transparent order. They had to act under absolute justice. Even when the Senate interpreted the rules, its goal was still to ensure Utopia's survival.
In the real world, such a system was almost impossible to exist. That was precisely why Utopia had become synonymous with an unattainable ideal.
This was also one of the differences between the two Other Shores. In Lu Ban's world, breaking the rules would not immediately bring down heavenly punishment, and if someone secretly did something bad without getting caught, they might truly get away with it. On the wasteland, however, breaking the law really could get you struck down on the spot by Utopia's rolling thunder.