"Well, that should do it." Pan Long crossed out the last line of the long form. Looking at the form, now crossed out from top to bottom, he let out a satisfied breath.
He had visited and persuaded all 315 mobile cities in the world.
Every attempt had succeeded. No exceptions.
"If we'd known it would be this simple, you wouldn't have had to go through all that trouble, flying into the sky again and again to scatter Earthly Baleful Force," the Doctoral Researcher sighed. "I can't help feeling we've put you through too much."
Pan Long shook his head. "This approach can only serve as a fallback when nothing else works. Besides... if we don't lower the intensity of Psionic Power sensitivity in the human world and reduce Psionic Power's value as an energy source, those city lords may well agree to our faces and defy us behind our backs."
"Surely not. Aren't they afraid of dying?" the Doctoral Researcher asked doubtfully.
"If there's a hundred-percent profit to be made, capital will risk the gallows. At three hundred percent, there's no atrocity it won't commit. Death... means nothing to it." Pan Long smiled as he quoted the mentor's words. "If Psionic Power sensitivity in the human world keeps rising, new Psionic Machines keep appearing, and their applications grow broader and more efficient... then no matter how many people I kill, I won't be able to stop Psionic Power from being used everywhere."
"Is it really that serious?"
Pan Long sighed with a smile. "How could anyone easily stand against the tide of an age? Only by smashing that tide apart and breaking the wheels of the era to pieces can we turn this world's course in another direction. So what I did before was absolutely not a waste."
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