Relations between civilizations were as bland as water. Never count on other civilizations to come to your rescue if something happened to yours.
If you really thought that way, you could only be called hopelessly naive! If your people went extinct for any of a variety of reasons, you would have no one to blame.
The only bond between civilizations was self-interest!
Of course, the Third World War had squeezed humanity's potential to the limit. All sorts of weapons of war had become as commonplace as cabbages, which had been quite useful during the fighting. Once the war ended, however, they became a management headache for every nation.
"Ah, public security really is a bit of a mess now. Especially since humanity as a whole has gotten considerably stronger. Plenty of people are using their martial prowess to flout the law."
"I lead teams to confiscate weapons from other powerful individuals every day now. That's all I do!" Wang Fumin complained.
The rune weapon system based on ultralow-temperature etching technology had flourished. In this lifetime, Li Xianfeng had made his fortune through that very technology.
The Yuanguang Group was the enormous capital conglomerate under his control, mass-producing all kinds of high-end machine tools.
"If you don't have children, how will you pass down your wealth? And does passing down wealth even matter?"
Remembering the daughter who had tormented him his entire life, Old Wang sighed. "I suppose it doesn't matter that much..."
Li Xianfeng said, "Since I have another life ahead of me, what's the point of having children? As for passing down wealth... it's not as hard as you imagine. I give you all my shares, then you give them back to me. Wouldn't that settle it? At most, I'd pay some tax."
"Haha, I'll take your shares and