Honkai: Man(Sludge) From Future

Academy City paid little attention to the outside world. It even provided free medical equipment to both Russia and Ukraine; all someone had to do was lie down inside, and they could be revived to continue fighting on the battlefield.

What's that? You say someone died on the battlefield and couldn't be brought back?

What does that have to do with Academy City? The only reason they were providing aid was to acquire more genetic information from those participating in the war.

They were the ones who wanted to fight. And as a latecomer state built upon the fractured Far East, Academy City had absolutely no historical or political baggage.

Not to mention, the people they sent were only there to save lives. Whether those people were conscripted to return to the front lines afterward was their own business.

To be honest, Noldrei found the situation quite laughable. The two sides were in a state of mutual dependence, yet they were torn apart by bureaucratic interests. It was a dark joke of epic proportions.

Bypassing the Russo-Ukrainian battlefield, Noldrei's policies, demonstrated by the complete disappearance of the upper echelons of Palestine and Israel, had sent a clear message throughout Europe.

At this moment, Europe was still reeling from the lingering effects of Noldrei's actions from a year ago.

Europe was now experiencing a life of colorful racial diversity. They had almost completely abandoned their old ways of life and stepped into a future of free skin-swapping.

Even Academy City's skin color potions could no longer satisfy their needs. People began to pursue more stylistic variations. Rainbow-colored black was just the beginning; there were also zebra stripes, leopard spots, and many other patterned skin designs.

But these developments had yet to yield any specific results. Academy City had not yet researched the genetic designs for these particular patterns. Taking samples from animals was an option, but it would likely lead to some biases. For example, inducing changes in human skin by implanting chameleon genes.

The videos on Pornhub had descended into chaos. A kaleidoscope of colors paraded across the screen, dazzling viewers. People just wanted to watch some videos and relax, but the most shocking scene was yet to come.

Ever since Hikigaya Hachiman's robotic persona appeared on stage, a large number of videos replicating the robot's image had flooded the adult website. The creators declared they wanted to screw either nuns or Muslims. A large-scale conference was held through video, spawning numerous evil gay fandoms.

Truly, their depravity knew no bounds. Fortunately, Hachiman didn't pay much attention to the short videos on these adult sites.

At the same time, a large number of cosplay supporters appeared online. Waving the banner of Academy City, they began to charge at protesting believers, leading to violent brawls.

Did you think the local governments would stop this?

Don't be ridiculous. The local governments themselves were already split into factions. The more astute officials had already resigned and fled with their families to small rural towns, hoping to stay far away. The opportunistic ones were already preparing to raise the banner of mechanical ascension.

The conservatives were in mourning, lamenting the collapse of European etiquette and decorum. But if you asked them whether they would charge into the fray, they would just hem and haw, changing the subject.

Such regulations did indeed exist in Europe and America, but in an age where nuclear deterrence was no longer effective...

Academy City had become the de facto strongest voice.

No one dared to openly criticize Hikigaya Hachiman, the RoboCop. There was no propaganda about a "robot crisis." Instead, they only touted the benefits of mechanical ascension, claiming it was the future of humanity.

The current outcome in Palestine and Israel was the best possible outcome for Academy City.

A chaotic spirit was infiltrating the entire human civilization of Earth. The legendary proto-Proliferationism Noldrei often spoke of had descended upon the world in the form of tangible politics.

Rita was currently walking with Durandal on the streets of Paris. They, too, were thinking about how to find fresh blood in this land that met Academy City's needs.

"I never thought this country would become like this in such a short amount of time."

Rita sighed as she looked at the colorful crowd on the street, especially the scattered groups of black people shouting about discrimination and other nonsense.

"Don't they know that the ones discriminating against them are us, the people who hold the authority over their genes?"

Rita's dark joke wasn't very funny.

In the eyes of Academy City's upper echelons, appearance was something that could be defined at will, not worth bowing their heads and engaging in political confrontation for. What was truly worth caring about was the benefit generated from the combination of different genetic information from these people with the Honkai factor.

"Rita, spare them your sharp tongue. We are here to find partners to cooperate with. Besides..." Durandal looked at the surreal street with a troubled expression. Did all these people want to change their appearance but not use Academy City's new technology to clean up the foul stench of the Seine?

All power is built upon the existence of a subject. The lifespan of the subject also determines their attitude towards the use of the power they hold.

Noldrei's education on power for the students of Academy City was ruthless. He even explicitly told them that there was power in the world that controlled them, but he, as emperor, would not share his power with them.

Does it feel painful? Good, it should!

Durandal could always sense that thick, wicked sense of humor in Academy City's textbooks.

She didn't quite understand why Noldrei could do such things. He was a very friendly person in daily life, but when it came to his sphere of power, he became a complete stranger.

"Then we should approach the local political parties next. But from the looks of it, they don't seem to be doing very well. And..." Rita thought about Overseer Otto's instructions before they left.

"Not long ago, French farmers even besieged Paris. I don't think this is a good time for us to be here."

Hearing Rita's words, Durandal was confused.

"Why? We've come with technological benefits. They shouldn't refuse, should they?"

Rita pondered for a moment before saying, "I think we're looking for the wrong partners. We could just go to the French farmers to get this done. Lady Durandal, do you remember the agricultural cooperatives of the Far East? The organization that existed as a vampire, preying on the urban-rural divide."

"You mean...?" Durandal was suddenly afraid of what Rita was about to say.

Rita smiled. "We can replicate a French agricultural cooperative. Then, we can have some farmers pretend to represent the will of the farmers, and use the power given to them by Academy City to, in turn, control the French farmers, and thus, control all of France. We can turn the entire nation into a private reserve for our new genetic society through food."

'What kind of demon are you?! Rita, you weren't like this before!'

Durandal's liver trembled just listening to her.