Resurrection Empire

He repented for the thoughts he had when he first arrived in the classroom today.

He was wrong, terribly wrong.

These people were as repulsive as ever.

Although he wasn't surprised and had been mentally prepared, there was still an indescribable feeling of distortion in his heart.

His worldview was completely different from that of these Citizens, like a summer insect unable to speak of ice.

Ren Zhong recalled the theoretical courses he learned in the morning.

In the morning's theoretical class, there was a theory about cost control in the excavation of new mines.

That was the official textbook.

In the cost control project described in this textbook, the Wildlings were listed under expendable costs.

Having been a miner himself, he felt this deeply.

In the conventional understanding of Citizens, Wildlings were not considered human.

If he told others that Wildlings were human too, that their lives were lives, not mere numbers of just a few dozen points, and certainly not some expendable loss, others would instead think he was crazy.

In fact, he had new doubts yesterday.

He had seen the comment section under his own video, most of which were all "666," praising him for his "flawless monster-killing" Divine Level command art.

At that time, although Ren Zhong was dissatisfied, he couldn't just lash out at people through the internet.

But these people around him carried the same attitude in reality, an enormous sense of distortion overwhelmed him.

Yet he couldn't even blame others.

This was all the subconscious inculcation by the Source Star Business Association and the nine major corporations toward the Citizens.

Ren Zhong looked down at the bowl and then glanced at the glass of fruit wine.

The meal suddenly lost its flavor.

The sweet-brewed fruit wine in the glass suddenly turned crimson like blood.

The other people around him resumed their conversation.

Wu Big Mouth mentioned his father's affair.

Someone said that more than two thousand people dying was something or other, that maybe it was about a "good person."

Another person stood up and gave an example, talking about the recent Ruined Beast frenzy disaster in the southern hemisphere of Source Star.

The suddenly erupted Beast Tide trapped a Wildling tribe of over ten thousand people for more than two months, cutting off their supply lines, leading to the inability to transport cheap synthetic food there.

When the Association finally, commissioned by the Mengdu Group, sent troops to bring the remaining Wildlings of the tribe to the Mengdu Group laboratory, it was found that this group of Wildlings had long since reduced to just over three thousand due to internecine killing.

This person vividly described: "You wouldn't believe the scene, my cousin was in the army, he sent me a video, it was thrilling. Many people's thighs were almost eaten off, and some even swapped their kids with others to eat. Absolutely inhuman, so why does it matter how many Wildlings die? They don't even see themselves as people. So Brother Wu's father didn't do anything wrong!"

Li Ruoling questioningly said: "Hold on, I don't get it. If they couldn't eat synthetic food, couldn't they eat natural food?"

Someone questioned: "Where would natural food come from?"

Li Ruoling: "Grow it themselves, it's not troublesome."

Hearing this, Ren Zhong only felt uncomfortable all over.

He really wanted to ask this Li Ruoling.

Grow? Where's the land? Where are the seeds? Where are they?

Even more bizarre was that these Citizens actually picked up the topic from Li Ruoling and started chatting.

But the topic quickly passed, switching to the recent hot events in the Duel Arena.

The crowd also talked about the video Ren Zhong had seen, the one in the Tenth Duel Arena where the Fourth Level warrior challenged the Fifth Level Mechanical Warrior.

Someone even curiously asked Ren Zhong, who was more powerful, him or that Citizen who completed the challenge.

Ren Zhong only said, "I don't know."

He didn't want to speak anymore.

He felt an immense rift.

Beneath the radiant exterior of the young Citizens, there was an indescribable coldness and bloodlust.

The long-established Citizen and Wildling systems had completely distorted these people's perceptions.

People like Ma Dafu, Ma Xiaoling, and Ju Qingmeng were aberrations; these were the normal ones.

Finally, Wu Big Mouth enthusiastically asked Ren Zhong if he was interested in taking home to play a few of the many beautiful Wildling women his family had recently acquired.

Evidently, at some point, Wu Big Mouth had investigated Ren Zhong's background, finding out about his "LSP" persona.

Ren Zhong smiled and shook his head, "No, I have a woman. Alright, you guys carry on chatting, I'm full and going to read a book."

With that, he got up and left.

Others were completely oblivious to his anger, thinking he truly was an academic nerd.

Impressive.

Walking alone in the campus, Ren Zhong looked up at the sky dome, watching the deliberately bred beautiful birds flying up and down.

He had a faint smile on his lips.

But he was thinking, under the gaze of the "Net," he didn't even dare to vent his anger.

What an absurd and ugly world.

And a vicious Net.

And an even more vicious Association.

What can I do to rip apart this "Net"?

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