I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early

"If humans are unwilling to take on responsibility, then we can only rely on the other powerful civilizations. But if none of the civilizations are willing to take the lead, this matter will be utterly lost, with no chance of reversal."

"As for the ancient races, while their individual combat abilities are indeed strong, however..." He paused, pointing to the massive opium poppy tree, "The world is no longer in the First Epoch, and we are not a civilization without depth. We've weathered storms, gained ancient legacies, and inherited the will to survive, we are a whole."

"And they, originating from the First Epoch, do not understand the power of the collective, do not understand the strength of civilization."

The students all laughed, this was a subtle kind of confidence.

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All the enterprises, factories, and research institutions, the workers were busy as usual, as if it were just an ordinary day.

During the lunch break, news of the matter was broadcasted on the televisions in various canteens.

Everyone fell into silence.

War, it seemed like something from hundreds of years ago, yet when it truly seemed possible, people fell into a slight confusion.

It wasn't fear, but a kind of bewilderment about the future.

People gathered in threes and fours, eating and drinking, watching the television intently.

Suddenly, the phone buzzed, it was a message from the government.

"Every adult has to vote?"

There were two options on the ballot.

1. Humans should take the lead in opposition.

2. Should not take the lead in opposition.

If the sky falls, the tall ones hold it up, but now as the tallest, with no middle ground, how to choose?

It was a sleepless night.

Many people tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The citizens of Green Grass City, having received high-quality education since childhood, deeply understood that this vote concerned the future destiny! If there were any mistake, humans would fall into an irredeemable situation.

They... could not make up their minds.

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Early the next morning, in the southern Green Grass City's third manufacturing plant, an ordinary worker, Beiming, got up at the crack of dawn.

He was a small figure in the big era, a new generation of the "Bei" lineage, with average grades, correct thoughts and morals, and nobody's born divine skill, perhaps people like him were the majority of all beings.

Fortunately, in the supernatural era, it only takes 12 godhood points to learn engravings, thus engaging in the extraordinary engraving industry.

These mentalism factories absorbed most of the employment.

Don't underestimate these people, many combinations of materialism and mentalism, such as the latest model of super-magneto-alpha power engines, the sixth generation of nuclear fusion devices, and the seventh-generation light storage batteries, are all results of successive generations of workers accumulating experience and scientific calculations.

Beiming had breakfast, under the thick twilight sky, the heavens seemed like a canopy covering the four wilds.

"Hey, you're here so early today? It's only five in the morning, something on your mind?"

Beiming arrived at the production room, only to find he wasn't the first to arrive, another old colleague, Bei Guangming, was ahead of him.

Bei Guangming said, "I do have something on my mind, we're going to war! Quickly finish the projects at hand, in case we need them!"

The task at hand was a blade for a power engine, quite challenging, very useful.

"Did you vote?"

"I did." Bei Guangming laughed heartily, "My sister was scared to death, she wanted to vote against, and I scolded her. I think she's a refined egoist, she argued it was for safety."

"Ha, why scold your sister? It's normal for a girl to fear death."

"That's why I voted! I want to witness the death of the ancient races with my own eyes!"

"If I die, she'll shed tears for me; if I live, she'll be permanently derided by me, my status in my small family will rise... a business sure to profit without loss!"

Beiming couldn't help but be amused by this colleague: "You're not going to the battlefield, why talk so tough?"

After a while, a large group of people came to the production room, young and old, all beaming with excitement.

They were colleagues from the factory, coming early to work overtime.

"You guys..." Beiming slightly trembled, clenching his fists, things seemed completely different from what he imagined.

"Going to fight the ancient races, someone called out."

"Who said there's a war? It's not even certain yet!"

"Prepare for the worst!"

"It's not ghosts, what to fear?"

"Alright everyone, stop arguing! I announce, lunch feast, my treat!" The production room supervisor, a grey-haired Level 7 machinist, proclaimed, "Everyone finish your tasks early, you never know if you'll have to produce missiles tomorrow! Production by assembly line, don't complain then."

"Can't robots be used for the assembly line?" someone said.

"Hey, add some engravings... otherwise mentalism interference, won't the missiles fail? Everyone think of a way, missiles need at least A-level protection!"

People couldn't help but laugh, as they took off their clothes, changing into work clothes, revealing muscles resembling steel threads.

In civilization, where are there any cowards!

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Silence, silence.

Explode in silence or perish in silence!

After a week of brewing, the number of people making decisions greatly increased!

Until the tenth day, the voting work was basically completed.

Amazingly, over 90% of the population chose "Humans should take the lead in opposition"!

Upon seeing this result, not only Mr. Lao Mao, who'd put in the most effort, but even Lu Yuan, who rarely managed affairs, felt a surge of emotion, with an indescribable pang of bittersweetness, couldn't help wiping his tears.

"Human 18th Civilization has indeed grown up... willing to take some responsibility for Pangu Continent."

This was the first choice of human civilization in the face of epoch-level events! It was the will of all the people!

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