Time flew like a white horse passing a crevice, and five hundred years of time was merely half a page in the historical records of the Viltrumite Empire, yet it was enough for a civilization to experience immense and vicissitudes of change.
The exterior walls of the office had undergone countless rounds of reinforcement and repairs, long since losing their original appearance, and the walls remained full of dents and pits, yet they still stood tall and unyielding.
Over the past five hundred years, Clayton's "sowing" career could be called glorious, and a rough estimate put the number of offspring at over ten thousand.
Inside, Sparta sat behind the office desk just like back then, flipping through a report.
His appearance had finally stepped into middle age, with plenty of white threads mixed into his black hair and wrinkles climbing up the corners of his eyes, but even so, the traces of his youthful handsomeness could still be made out, making him an absolute handsome older gentleman.
Hundreds of years ago, in order for newborns to successfully live to the age of one hundred, he used his identity as the Grand Marshal to heavily amend Algor's laws.
The point most worthy of attention was that the eighteen-year-old Coming-of-Age Trial was abolished; without this troublesome thing, the population growth number had shown clear progress.
Clayton's offspring lived in an era that had neither trials nor elimination, only growth and learning.
When the old regulations were amended back then, they had not suffered strong opposition from Regent Thragg.
Thragg might not be a wise ruler, but when faced with certain major matters, he rarely appeared muddle-headed.
Clayton's descendants continuously hitting the ground let him see the shadow of the Viltrumite Empire returning to glory, so he did not oppose Sparta's reforms.
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