"Sir, you see, it's not just this island; I'm afraid many island natives can't get along well with the people of the Central Plains, can they?"
Tian Heng looked at the other person, but didn't say much, gesturing for them to continue.
This is indeed a problem. In the outer islands, especially those that are relatively far away, there are still quite a few original islanders. Most of them look very different from those in the Central Plains, and there are also many conflicts in their cultural customs.
Moreover, that was originally their homeland, but now the people from the Central Plains have become the mainstream, causing the conflicts to increase day by day.
If they had followed their previous thinking when conquering the outer islands in the East Sea, they wouldn't have needed to think twice; they would have simply slaughtered them all!
The natives of these islands have always been useless, uncouth, and uncultured. Some even have cannibalistic customs, making them practically indistinguishable from demons. Just like this time, I led the West Sea Army to painstakingly clear out the zombies, allowing them to crawl out of the dark caves and stop having to pull wild grass and eat raw fish every day. At least that's a way to survive, right?
Helping them cultivate the land, rebuilding their houses, and ensuring they have enough to eat and wear—isn't that a life-saving grace?
How did they repay them?
Aren't they just a bunch of ingrates?
But these people can't be killed!
The Lord's method of bestowing gods has many benefits, but it also has great limitations. Once a place is occupied, the people within the territory are considered subjects of the Divine Path Style. If these subjects kill indiscriminately, the resulting resentment will have a great impact on the blessings of the gods themselves.
Don't be fooled by his decisive action just now; it was to curb the other party's arrogant attitude. Otherwise, if things escalated to the point where he had to kill a whole group, the cost would be far greater.
Sure enough, seeing Tian Heng hesitate, the white man named David immediately laughed and said, "Instead of continuing to force this disharmonious union, it would be better to separate completely. I remember in history, didn't you Central Plains do the same thing? Whether you were conquering the Southern Barbarians or island nations, you always let the locals govern themselves. Barbarians governed barbarians, and islanders governed islands, didn't you?"
"Your Central Plains dialect sounds rather awkward," Tian Heng said, amused. "However, it does make some sense."
"You think so too, sir?" David immediately asked with a fawning smile.
Tian Heng looked at the other person, secretly weighing the pros and cons. To be honest, the other person's calculations were crystal clear to him, but they did make sense.
Rather than forcing them to come together, it's better to divide and conquer. These guys want to establish their own power base; they're really good at this.
"Alright!" Tian Heng suddenly spoke up, "I'll ask the Lord for a trial. Whether it works or not depends on the Lord's decision."
"Thank you, sir!" David quickly adopted the salute style of the people from the Central Plains.
He was immediately filled with excitement. He had accomplished a great feat this time. He had found his own ethnic group here and fought for complete independence and autonomy. He had even secured Samsara in the Underworld. If he went back this time, he would probably become a hero recorded in the history books of his own country.
I'm so excited just thinking about it!
Just you wait, you yellow-skinned monkeys! Your insults against the excellent colorless race will teach you a lesson. Your meaningless slander is utterly useless. No matter what kind of suppression a superior race endures, it will ultimately rise again!
"That's interesting."
Chen Qing, who was on his way north, laughed when he received Tian Heng's letter.
White autonomy?
It seems quite interesting to think about.
The map of this world is very different from that of Blue Star. However, due to ingrained ideas, all white people are categorized as living overseas. In fact, there are no special rules regarding their personalities. The reason why those white people have become so backward and lazy has nothing to do with the game's design; it is entirely due to geographical factors.
With its unique natural conditions, abundant resources, and lack of major external enemies, the region was inherently corrupt before the establishment of civilization. The "resource curse" has been proven countless times in history on Blue Star: the better the resources and the better the terrain, the less likely it is to develop.
The barbarians on these islands are used to lying low, and now that the diligent northern people have come up to take them over, they naturally can't compete. Being unable to compete naturally breeds resentment, which will eventually lead to various conflicts arising from their differences.
Chen Qing had actually wanted to put this group of people under a management team for a long time, and now that someone was willing to take over, so be it.
These Westerners have really mythologized skin color to an almost blind degree. A person's excellence is always related to their environment, and has absolutely nothing to do with the color of their skin. Most of the islanders who survived the zombie apocalypse were not good people; they were either pirates or shrewd merchants. And unlike Jiangnan, it took them a year or two for someone to come and rescue them.
Two whole years passed like this, like the end of the world. Everyone knows how destructive such a life can be to humanity!
As far as Chen Qing knew, there were quite a few islanders who ate their own kind to survive. If it weren't for the Divine Path Style mechanism, Chen Qing would never have intended to keep such a group of people.
Now look what's happened! Those white people are actually treating people of the same skin color as their own. Well, to be honest, judging from certain characteristics, they do seem to be one of them.
Especially those in North America Region, aren't they just descendants of bandits?
As for the power of the Underworld, Chen Qing softened his stance after hearing Tian Heng's words. After all, if the scope was limited to one island, and all the inhabitants were from that island, what was wrong with that?
Anyway, it's just Samsara Samsara, isn't it always the same group of people?
As for independent rebellion...
Ha. Putting aside the resource disparity, if the other side really dares, Chen Qing will probably be laughing in his sleep. He's just worried about how to deal with this group without incurring any resentment.
After thinking for a moment, Chen Qing wrote a letter of permission to Tian Heng himself, without even asking about the island to be arranged. There were plenty of vacant islands in the West Sea, and he believed that with Tian Heng's foresight, finding a place where the other party would never be able to recover would not be difficult.
After finishing the letter, Chen Qing handed it to a Bluebird and then set off on the icy road in the north that hadn't melted for years!
"My lord, why not use something within the spatial magic?" Seventh Master Shen was shivering from the cold the whole way. This ice came from the Bloodline Power of a True Dragon Breed, and the cold it caused was incomparable to ordinary ice and snow. Even with the protection of the spell, Shen Qi was still freezing cold the whole way.
"I dare not use it," Chen Qing sighed. "Even though that place is within our sphere of influence, it's definitely not under our complete control. The hidden figures there will be more troublesome than you imagine."
He didn't want to be eliminated immediately upon landing.
"It is indeed very strange." Shen Qi nodded. "But are the people there really that powerful?"
"I haven't seen it either, but it's definitely not easy to deal with." Chen Qing couldn't say for sure. In terms of size, the so-called guild members nowadays probably don't have much power to spare. In terms of resources, he currently has an absolute advantage. In terms of pure attributes, he and Ao Zhen are probably the ceiling of combat power at this point in time.
But he was still very uneasy. Those guys had completed three versions of the monsters he designed, and now they were going to replay the first level. It was impossible for them not to have some kind of cheat code.
He was well aware of the vast difference between the next version and the current one; even a small amount of forbidden power could destroy the world. He didn't believe his current advantage was enough to control the entire situation.
"Really?" Shen Qi smiled upon hearing this. He was an adventurous person, and it felt like one adventure after another had occurred since he followed Chen Qing. He didn't know how many more lucky he could be, but he would take it one at a time, as it was more interesting than dying in his warm bed.
"We've arrived at North Sea City."
It took them about two whole days to finally finish walking along the long icy path and see the North Sea City, which was almost covered in blood.
At the port, Xu Hu and his troops were already waiting there early on.
Welcome, my lord!
Looking at the wounded soldiers, Chen Qing felt complicated. North Sea City was occupied only to support Ziyue and the others, but the price was enormous. In just half a year, nearly 50,000 Fighter Army had died on this land!
It is almost foreseeable that if the conflict were to actually break out, the number of people who die here would likely increase tenfold, or even a hundredfold.
And this was simply because of one of my own decisions.
I used to despise the kind of system where a minority could decide the fate of the majority.
But one day, without realizing it, I found myself becoming that kind of person too!