After the Information Doomsday raid ended, the expeditionary force's slots were finalized, and more details were disclosed.
This civilization expedition would not involve the true bodies descending in person. Instead, they would use spacetime pods to remotely control their own genetic clones to carry out the mission.
Without a doubt, this was another piece of black technology, but by now, everyone had long since stopped finding such things surprising.
After hearing the indignation of those around him, Zhao Dong's expression remained unchanged, but inwardly, a smile had already curled across his lips. That was right—he, Zhao, was one of those twelve thousand.
Of course, it was not because he had passed the raid's assessment. Rather, he had used most of the points his cheat had accumulated up to now to redeem one of the Cosmic Federation's two thousand slots.
It undoubtedly carried the flavor of pulling strings through the back door, but Zhao Dong felt no psychological burden whatsoever. In his life, he hated two kinds of people most: those who pulled strings through the back door, and those who refused to let him pull strings through the back door. His moral bottom line had always been exceptionally flexible.
If one truly pursued some absolute fairness and justice, then the moment something was crowned "absolute," that very thing had surely already gone astray.
That was his realization from this recent period.
Still, it would not be entirely accurate to say that he had broken the rules. The allocation of Cosmic Federation slots likewise relied on exchanging a certain kind of internal contribution points.
The slot Zhao Dong had redeemed with his cheat points had actually been obtained by first using those cheat points to exchange for Zhao Cheng's internal contribution points within the Cosmic Federation, and then using those points