"Cough, cough, cough..."
With his vision restored, Klein coughed awkwardly.
But he soon had no mind to care about whether he was embarrassed or not, because the others were already studying which regions they would choose to rule in the future.
Although choosing a region to govern meant being responsible for its security and development in the future, for Sequence Zero, as long as they did not neglect it entirely or harbor any crooked schemes, this was not a choice that required a great price to be paid.
Compared with that, the benefits of having a territory of one's own were considerable, especially under the rules laid down by the Café. There was no need to worry that one's nation would be conquered and annexed by another because of poor development.
A stable anchoring ground for faith that belonged solely to oneself... it was truly difficult for Sequence Zeros to refuse.
Even the Hidden Sage joined in. Only Sequence Zeros like Sonia Solom, who had completely sold herself to the Café, remained as steady as a mountain.
As everyone knew, the development of extraordinary powers, even when they reached the level of authorities, did not run on the same track as the development of knowledge.
The God of Crafts could not tinker his way into the First Industrial Revolution, and being Sequence Zero did not mean they understood the close relationship between geography and human survival and reproduction.
Thus, the Sequence Zeros could only choose the locations of their territories based on past experience.
"I want this place!"
"I had my eye on it first!"
"Bullshit!"
"Alright, alright, you won't solve anything like this. How about you go fight it out in the Astral Realm..."
"Then I'll choose here~"
The Northern Continent and Southern Continent were being fought over most