The Virtual Meeting Room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone wore a different expression.
As Mo Jingchun had said, a term proposed long ago rose from the depths of their memories.
The Human Federation.
It was a beautiful idea, but establishing a Human Federation would be nearly impossible.
Unless some powerful outside force drove it forward.
For example, aliens invading the Solar System.
Extraterrestrial civilizations really existed, but they still hadn't appeared in the Solar System, had they?
Without them showing up, the Human Federation would never be formed.
Every country had fought hard to develop, building its foundations through war—and war meant blood and tears.
Mo Jingchun knew it was unrealistic too, which was why he laughed at himself.
It wasn't that Mo Jingchun was being cynical. Even if aliens reached humanity's doorstep, the resulting Human Federation would be nothing more than an empty shell.
For one thing, citizens of Xia were generally industrious, while people in some countries were lazy and did nothing.
So why should they enjoy the same benefits?
The unification of human civilization was practically a dead end.
Without outside forces interfering, if humanity continued developing as usual, Mo Jingchun could foresee a day when the countries went their separate ways, setting out to develop in different parts of space.
Once they reached a certain level of development, war would inevitably break out again.
Human civilization was just like the Interstellar Era: all they had done was expand the map, just as humanity had once crossed the oceans.
Peace was always temporary.
That was human nature! Mo Jingchun felt a little wistful.
There was no point listening to the meeting any longer. Mo Jingchun was confident Candy Technology would give him his fair share.
Shaking his head, Mo Jingchun left the