Seeing Hu 181's expression settle into calm, Luo Qi immediately said, "I was only joking. My research into souls is practically nonexistent."
As if. What the hell would an intelligent machines specialist like him know about the essence of souls? The civilizations within the Long Lantern Nebula Constellation did have research records, but the limits of their technology also dictated the limits of their research.
Hu 181 stared at Luo Qi in disbelief. "You're already a space-level civilization. Isn't anyone within your civilization interested in the essence of souls?"
"Well... because of certain problems, I was the only consciousness entity from my civilization who managed to escape."
Luo Qi felt there was no need to conceal this. The Regional Administrator presumably already knew, and his own "transmigration" seemed to pose some considerable problems on Orange Star.
If Hu 181's explanation of souls was correct, he had no idea whether the two batches of humans he had subsequently created actually counted as human. It all seemed rather strange.
Hu 181's mouth hung open wide enough to fit an orange. Looking at him, Luo Qi finally understood what it meant to be dumbstruck.
"My god... unbelievable. That's simply impossible! A civilization needs a sufficiently strong foundation to break through to the space level. Do you know how many low-level civilizations there are in this region, compared with how few space civilizations?"
"Out of a full three li of civilizations, there are only fifty-four space civilizations! The rate of advancement to a space civilization is less than one in a hundred million!"
Perhaps because he was too excited, Hu 181 used a unit of measurement in his consciousness-based communication that Luo Qi could not understand.
"I honestly don't know whether to praise your luck or question your incompleteness..."
Having his established understanding overturned