Effort Does Not Necessarily Lead to Results

In the warm room, the Nagaril People sat together in a circle. They wore the clothes most commonly worn by Federation citizens and spoke the Common Language, which already carried some of the Federation accent, excitedly sharing what they had seen and heard.

Before coming to the Federation, they had believed the Royal Capital was the most prosperous place in the world. How could there possibly be anywhere more prosperous than the Royal Capital?

But after arriving here, they realized that the place they had all considered pretty good was actually just a pile of dog shit! Everything about the Federation attracted them, filled with a deadly allure.

Here, no police officers beat and chased them away with batons, telling them to stay farther from the road and away from the cars.

Here, the ground was not covered in sewage. Although there were still places on the streets filled with trash, overall, it was extremely clean.

The rulers here could not casually take away people's property, much less beat them. Aside from possessing some authority that the Nagaril People considered worthless, those in power were not much more noble than ordinary people!

What shocked the Nagaril People even more was that the Federation's highest ruler had actually been elected by the people, and they had just experienced such an election themselves! This was absolutely an election capable of overturning their entire worldview. People voted for the parties and candidates they trusted, and whoever received the most State Votes would become the highest ruler of the country! None of this could possibly exist in Nagaril. The rulers there inherited their positions, casually exploited and beat commoners, and seized their wealth—even their wives and daughters. People lived without dignity, like living corpses.

Only here could they feel the joy of living as