Amita Songa Belenkest stood at the edge of a swamp as vast as an ocean, one hand raised to shade her brow as she gazed into the distance.
A few minutes later, she withdrew her gaze and said to the "Lady of the Present" beside her, "The harmful components in the atmosphere even exceed those of specialized chemical plants, yet the oxygen content is extremely high. Hahahaha, you really went through a lot of trouble to find a planet like this. But was this planet truly born this way?"
The Lady of the Present shrugged. "I don't know. But Yani, you should understand the Serpent Around the World. We have black technology and experts in mysticism, but we don't possess the ability to carry out a massive project like terraforming a planet."
Put plainly, a true large-scale project required dozens or even hundreds of design and planning units working together. It also required an executive department capable of coordinating enormous numbers of artificial workers, as vast as an army. That called for a powerful government or a supercorporation with abundant resources and strong execution—not one or two mysterious societies hiding black technology.
"Besides, can the terraforming technology we currently possess even achieve an effect like this?" she added.
Of course it couldn't. Yani thought so. She had already calculated it just now. This planet's atmosphere contained large amounts of nitrogen, argon, and carbon dioxide, and there was even a considerable quantity of methane. Yet despite that, the oxygen content of the atmosphere remained above twenty percent. Moreover, its average density was more than five times that of naturally habitable planets such as Nefi, Tirillo, or Earth.
In theory, life shouldn't have been able to arise naturally in such a bizarre atmospheric environment. Of course, perhaps it was precisely because this