At that moment, the Space Elevator reached the surface, and Li Qinwu, Little Knife, and the tribune stepped out.
Standing on the ground, Li Qinwu looked ahead and let out a gasp of amazement.
Macragge was nearly as prosperous as Terra, with buildings connected to buildings and Hive Cities connected to Hive Cities.
But because this was the home of the Ultramarines, these superhumans participated in domestic construction. Their superhuman brains handled every administrative matter that gave mortal officials headaches with perfect clarity.
As a result, whether in terms of culture or natural surroundings, Macragge was excellent.
If you stood on Terra's surface and looked into the distance, all you would see was goddamn yellow-green toxic fog.
But here on Macragge, one glance revealed a bright moon and sparse stars!
Visibility was extremely high, and Roman-style architecture filled the landscape: triumphal arches, heroic statues hundreds of meters tall, and more.
Then there were the people walking through the streets. They were densely packed, splendidly dressed, and lacked the numb, bewildered expressions common on other worlds.
The living conditions of ordinary people on Macragge ranked among the best in the entire Imperium. The people here were highly educated, politically open-minded, and commoners could participate in politics and deliberation.
Li Qinwu was standing on the Space Elevator platform, from which he could overlook half the city.
After standing on the platform for around three minutes, he asked the tribune:
"What is the average lifespan of Macragge's people?"
"Seventy years."
That figure was very close to the era Li Qinwu had come from.
Compared to worlds where people died in their twenties or thirties from chemical pollution, radiation, or foreign invasions, the people here were practically long-lived.
Little Knife also asked the tribune:
"Does your planet have gangs?"
Every time Little Knife went