How could chaotic factions be made to unite of their own accord?
Financial conglomerates, commoners, Churches, supernatural organizations... Though there were no more divided nations, this world still contained far too many unstable forces.
In this vast and turbulent era, each of them had its own interests and conflicts.
Conflict and war were only natural.
To be honest, Sulu had little faith that they could ultimately compromise with one another and jointly establish a framework that transcended society.
Therefore, a powerful external force was needed.
A force powerful enough to destroy the world.
Survival and reproduction had always been the two primal drives of living beings!
Only under an immense external threat to their survival would they possibly abandon their infighting and unite against a common enemy.
"It's like ore full of impurities—it has to be beaten mercilessly before it can be smelted into steel..."
"I want them to understand that in the face of death, every other struggle is laughable."
"Besides, this will also serve as a rehearsal for war... If the social ascension I've planned fails, then I'll have to enter the eighth layer of the Spirit World and wage war against the worlds of other [Creators]."
Bosero City.
This was an important port of the Steam Light Federation.
Sulu stood atop the enormous lighthouse, looking down at the many massive steel ships nearby and the stacks of shipping containers.
Below, rows of humanoid golems worked diligently, replacing the large number of workers who had once been needed.
Beyond the docks, unemployed crowds had formed protest marches. Holding banners, they confronted the guards protecting the warehouses, and a clash seemed ready to erupt at any moment.
"Protest!"
"The machines are devouring people!"
"We want jobs! We want bread!"
Near the dock gates.
A large number of unemployed workers