The Human God's ethereal laughter echoed softly through the pure white space once more.
There was a hint of amusement in that laughter, and a hint of anticipation.
The Human God continued in his coaxing tone:
"So, little Ciyou, based on those two warnings, let me give you two sincere 'suggestions.'"
"Little Ciyou, the choice is entirely yours."
"My first suggestion..."
The Human God raised a blurry finger made of mosaic pixels.
"Give up that fanciful 'Great Migration' plan of yours to relocate the entire population of the Fitoia Territory."
The Human God analyzed the situation in a rational tone, as though he were merely stating objective facts:
"You want to relocate nearly a million people from the entire Fitoia Territory in just a year or two."
"How many tedious reports would that require?"
"How many departments in the Asla Kingdom would you need to coordinate with?"
"And how much land and supplies would you need to settle them afterward?"
"It's practically an impossible task."
Having finished his analysis, the Human God paused before continuing:
"Even if you succeed through sheer luck, I think you'll regret it."
"Besides, as I just warned you, the Displacement Incident will happen early."
"You'll have even less time than you think. Do you really want to gamble?"
"To bet on whether you can complete such an enormous undertaking?"
"Forcing it through might only plunge more innocent people into an even greater disaster because of your 'rescue.'"
Give up the Great Migration? Is that exactly what he wants to see? For me to care only about the handful of people around me?
Cui Ciyou grew even more wary.
"My second suggestion..."
The Human God's voice grew softer, filled with temptation.
"Since the disaster is unavoidable, and you have the advantage of knowing part of the