Nio's departure did not cause much of a stir within the Empire Shadow.
The loss of a single Mechanoid was nothing at all. The factory simply logged it as a loss, and life went on.
Yet the changes within the Empire Shadow truly grew greater by the day. One hundred million people were soon brought in.
Then, with the Transcendent Reserve Plan as the core, they underwent a whole series of cleanups involving cognition, memories, traces, and more. From then on, those hundred million people became unregistered citizens.
Of course, they themselves did not know their circumstances.
After all, according to the Empire, they were great contributors who had to conceal their names and identities.
Well, in truth, from every angle, the Empire had not lied. It simply had not explicitly stated the price.
"How was work today?" After getting off work, Lu Xingshi glanced at one of his roommates and casually asked.
The other man had been assigned to construct some building. Most people could not tell what it was, but Lu Xingshi knew it was an altar for sacrifices.
Its scale was immense, and the resources poured into it were beyond counting.
An altar that could accommodate one hundred and fifty million people—this alone showed just how enormous it was. It had to be at least as large as an entire province.
The human power and material resources deployed for it were naturally astronomical.
Compared to Lu Xingshi, who worked as a Mechanoid quality inspector, those building the altar were the ones truly suffering. Of course, their rewards were also far greater than Lu Xingshi's.
Fortunately, those sent there were all Magi. If they had been ordinary people, then even with technological assistance, it would not have been an easy task.
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