Simulation Yun Ming froze.
The real world was somewhat dumbfounded.
"An agricultural planet—does 'agricultural' mean it's a primitive agricultural civilization?" Qi Lin asked in a thoroughly bizarre tone.
"Probably," Qiang Wei said uncertainly. "But that doesn't seem right either."
She understood what Qi Lin meant.
"Whether it refers to agricultural production or a primitive civilization, isn't it strange that a place growing food has no food?"
"There are over thirty billion people. Don't forget that."
"I know, but the fact that it can support over thirty billion people means it should be able to feed them."
"Isn't it even stranger that this document came from thirty years ago? They waited thirty years to deal with it—wouldn't people have starved to death long ago?" Zhao Xin said.
They stared at the mountain of documents on the Light Screen, piled up like a garbage dump.
"A civilization advanced enough to travel between planets should, logically speaking, use virtual networks and computers to process documents. Why are there still mountains of paper documents piled up in such a chaotic mess? How can they possibly be handled?" Angel Yan frowned tightly.
Just then.
A cherub carefully flew over, holding a document in both hands.
It had the appearance of a child, wings spread behind its back, its body covered in a special oil, bizarre iron pieces embedded in its flesh, and even its wings made of metal. Its right eye was equipped with a red laser scanning device, and its small body was slightly plump.
It should have been an adorable little angel, yet it gave people an intense sense of physical revulsion.
Especially the angels of the Super God world. The moment they saw the cherub, the same thought surfaced in all their minds: What the hell is that thing?
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