Beneath the building housing the Combat Command Center, a brutal massacre was underway.
That was right. No matter who you asked, nobody would call this a battle.
Bloodcurdling screams rang out one after another. The scene was completely one-sided.
The members of Team One barely even had to lift a finger. The actions of just three of them had pushed this Rebel Army, numbering nearly ten thousand, to the brink of collapse in a short time.
Ordinary people armed with nothing but guns posed no threat whatsoever to any member of City Direct Military's Team One.
By contrast, Team One's abilities were forces no ordinary person could resist.
Not far away, Lu Bai silently watched it all. For once, his face lacked its usual habitual smile.
He unconsciously rubbed his right thumb and index finger together, clearly deep in thought.
After conducting a large-scale social experiment in a cultivation world, he could no longer be quite so optimistic about systems, even if that world could not be compared to reality.
After thinking it over, only two choices remained before Lu Bai.
Should he establish a relatively comprehensive system, then trust in the wisdom of future generations?
Or should he sit high above the world and become a god among men?
First, consider the former. Looking back over the course of human history, perhaps society really had risen in a spiral, but its essence had never changed.
The various so-called social systems that continually evolved and advanced seemed to be shaped by all sorts of factors: the forces of production, philosophy, education, the superstructure, and more.
But once those distractions were stripped away, it became clear that these were effects, not causes.
Even the most important factor, the forces of production, provided the impetus for changes in the system, but only