A suffocating feeling constricted Hossie's throat as he stared at the information.
Death!
Suicide!
Indifference!
That arrogant tone.
Was this his life?
Was this his civilization?
Although countless people around him claimed things were better than before, Hossie wondered if that was truly the case.
It was merely a different way of prolonging the previous torment.
A sense of novelty made the present world seem "better," but everyone was blinded by this novelty. The world, the civilization, remained broken.
They placed their hopes in democracy; they sacrificed everything to protect it.
But there was no democracy here; they were still servants of the star nation, domesticated animals, nothing more.
He was suffering.
Not for himself; he had long since passed that stage. His lifespan, like that of others in the eternally democratic star nation, was eternally long. His sorrow stemmed from being a part of this civilization.
The eternally democratic star nation.
The former is Olive Branch Civilization.
Where was its future?
Merely a dependency of the Galactic Federation?
Merely a defeated remnant under the Galactic Federation?
His own civilization, his own star nation, was without a way out; he clearly understood this.
"Someone must save all this."
"Is it me?"
"Can I do it?"
Hossie was intelligent enough to know he couldn't accomplish this alone.
So, who could?
Only by forging ahead, could everyone continue.
He began posting messages online.
[Are you satisfied with your current life?]
[Are you satisfied with the current star nation's regulations?]
[Don't you want to give your life some meaning?]
[Perhaps, you could try…]
These simple words attracted many people.
Hossie conversed with each one, discovering that they shared his thoughts.
"That's right, that's it."
He rejoiced, contacting the most fervent individuals, providing them with a plan, urging them to act.
...
[Eternal Star Nation Calendar, Year 62934, Month 2, Day 8: A small-scale black hole collapse occurred in Sector bb1 of a238 Road, in Star City 1, resulting in 3 deaths. The deceased include Mr. Ukro, the manager of a238 Road, and his spouse, Mr. Duran Mobai, along with a suspected participant in the explosion, Feng…]
[Eternal Star Nation Calendar, Year 62935, Month 8, Day 13: Star City 1, Sector h199 Road…]
[Eternal Star Nation Calendar, Year 62951, Month 9, Day 10: Star City 1…]
Luna reviewed the incidents reported by the media; these were just events from Star City 1.
Due to the drastic population decline, the eternally democratic star nation only retained seven star cities. The remaining cities were sold off; most were acquired by the Federation, the rest by other star nations.
For instance, Osvedi Corporation, in order to save on construction costs, purchased a portion of a star city from the eternally democratic star nation.
These star cities were modular and easily disassembled, making them convenient to sell.
The other six star cities were relatively close to Star City 1. Luna received reports from those cities; public anger was already building, and under her influence, it rapidly ignited.
A struggle began between the upper and lower echelons of the eternally democratic star nation. The people who supported the fossilized class system were slowly being consumed by the flames.
Grasslands scorched by fire quickly sprout new seedlings.
She felt like a villain, controlling everything.
But as Chu had said, she was accustomed to this kind of drama; she'd orchestrated similar events over one hundred thousand years ago.
This was a more direct, highly centralized version of the eternally democratic star nation, allowing her to see more.
…
"Ha ha, another one bites the dust."
"That bastard promoted those sycophants, relentlessly suppressing those of us who worked hard. Good riddance."
"It's because of our leader that we can do this. Otherwise, how many years of oppression would we have endured? One hundred thousand? A million?"
Hossie watched the online discussion, where people raged against the death of a high-ranking company official.
He also saw many expressing gratitude towards him, solidifying his belief in his actions.
He posted a message in the discussion.
"Those high officials are becoming harder to kill. Let's target the companies that oppress people."
"Do they think they can escape the consequences of their past mistakes? Do they think they can rest easy?"
"Let them know they'll pay dearly for their actions."
In the early stages, the eternally democratic star nation did have some social mobility. But as time went on, the upper echelons filled up. Since there was no retirement in eternity, the star nation reverted to its original fossilized state.
A fossilized society is characterized by oppression; the lower classes are perpetually suppressed.
This oppression wasn't for one year, ten years, or a hundred, but for ten thousand, one hundred thousand, even a million years…
Like the star nation's name, it was eternal.
Without overthrowing the existing class, there would be no new positions.
Hossie saw clearly that these were the fundamental problems of the eternally democratic star nation.
But how could one overthrow this class system within the eternally democratic star nation?
Through persuasion? By having them voluntarily relinquish their wealth and power?
Clearly, that was impossible. Only violence could solve this problem.
Did they deserve to die?
In Hossie's view, no one deserved to die; everyone had their reasons. But they had to die, for the sake of the civilization, for the sake of the many. They had to die.
Hossie's organization, dedicated to violence, began to rise, but this simultaneously meant that Star City 1's systems began to collapse.
No one could control anyone else; no one could conduct business; economic and recreational activities stagnated. More and more people had nothing to do; the only spiritual outlet was…to join…
To join one of these organizations, or to create their own.
After the executives and company owners fled, the eternally democratic star nation descended into factional conflict. War and death increasingly affected ordinary citizens; murder reports, which once occurred every few years, exploded.
Thousands upon thousands of ordinary people died daily.
Everyone fought fiercely for the remaining benefits, long forgetting their initial intentions. They all hoped to become the new rulers.
...
Luna didn't focus on the details; she saw the bigger picture.
From that decision to now, 432 years had passed, and things had finally reached the point where these newly emerging factions began to vie for power.
This was a transitional phase; only a few thousand people died daily—not particularly intense.
The eternally democratic star nation still existed; they were merely hiding. But these factions wouldn't let them hide for much longer.
In the 529th year, under Luna's orders, Chu launched a counterattack, bringing forth the former high-ranking officials who benefited from the old regime.
This scene resembled the Wairuisi Civilization. Perhaps revolutionary movements have commonalities; the weak can only overthrow the strong to re-establish order.
But Luna planned a different approach. For example…
"You should all know by now that I am the truly benevolent leader."
"We maintained social stability. Although some committed suicide, we never arbitrarily took anyone's life."
"But now look at these people raising the banner of revolution. What are they doing? They're killing indiscriminately, turning their weapons on their own people for power."
"So, you want to overthrow me to establish a tyrannical, lawless society?"
Chu amplified her voice hundreds of times, addressing everyone within Star City.
Her voice was deafening.
Some people raged, while others fell silent.
They wondered: Was this truly what they desired?
"Return. Things haven't changed here, but there's stability. This is your home."
A counter-revolution.
A massive counter-revolution erupted.
Countless people abandoned their so-called hopes and returned to the old society.
Hossie watched his subordinates leave one by one, incredulous.
What particularly surprised him was a subordinate he deeply trusted. He approached Hossie and said, "I'm tired, leader."
"Look at what I've done?"
"Perhaps the old regulations killed many, but in this society we've created, we're taking more lives."
Hossie was stunned.
"Everything we did wasn't to reduce deaths, but for ideological liberation, for the freedom of civilization."
The other man laughed.
"Really? Then what's your plan? How should the world be according to your vision?"
"You can fool us, but don't fool yourself."
"You, and everyone resisting now, have never prepared for the new era. Many may not know this, but I do. Your arguments are vague; you can't even explain the specifics of your vision."
"Yes, ideology matters, but doesn't life matter?"
"Sacrifice? How many lives do you think need to be sacrificed to achieve your vision? At least, in this regard, the old star nation was better than you."
He turned and left.
These words left Hossie dumbfounded for a long time; he didn't even hear others calling his name.
His organization was called "The Burning Anger." He wanted to use anger to overthrow the rigid old order, but most people are irrational when angry. He believed himself rational, believed he was doing the right thing.
But a few words shattered his convictions.
The old society regained its dominance. Chu implemented reforms, introducing ranking regulations.
Annual evaluations were conducted; companies failing the evaluations were shut down, creating opportunities for new ones to rise.
This instantly stabilized the eternally democratic star nation.
...
"Indeed. The masses are ignorant; their access to information is limited, and so is their perspective."
"Perhaps in ancient human civilizations, like feudal societies, there were those who rose from obscurity to become emperors. But this is a different era. Everyone understands their own interests. If they aren't smart enough, they'll fail miserably."
"Luna, this social experiment is over. Those people have all lost."
Chu addressed Luna; it had been 20 years since the last call, yet those factions still hadn't recovered. The so-called reforms had stagnated.
This was a right-wing victory.
"Don't be hasty."
"Some people haven't figured out what they truly want."
"Things rarely change overnight. The idea of overthrowing the old order in a single stroke only happens in fiction. Even Earth's revolutions took decades or centuries; this is far more complex."
"Individuals are insignificant within a population. How can ordinary mortals control a quadrillion people?"
"If revolution were simple, it wouldn't be called great."
"First great leader, second great leader… we can criticize their mistakes, but at the time, they led civilization towards the dawn."
Luna understood the importance of patience. Many things require time to reveal themselves; premature conclusions only lead to ambiguous answers.
"You'd be quite good at fishing, Luna."
"There's actually a fish farm in Star City 1; perhaps you could try it," Chu suggested.
The fish farm wasn't metaphorical; it was a real fish farm.
Not within Star City 1 itself, but in the nearby cosmos. Many low-level industries require water, so even though the eternally democratic star nation's inhabitants didn't drink water, they needed it.
Chu had gathered water from the surrounding interstellar space—approximately 12.7 sextillion tons, about two Earth's worth—circling Star City 1.
This water contained various lifeforms, which were traded with the Federation.
Luna, using a 200,000-kilometer-long fishing line, caught several tens of thousands of tons of fish in a single day. It was a passable way to pass the time.
She didn't conduct much biological research in the eternally democratic star nation. Her purpose was to transform it into a truly normal star nation, a support, not a liability, for the Federation.
While Luna fished, Hossie, the leader of the rebellion, was being hunted.
More and more people deserted him, driving him deeper into despair.
Was his vision merely his own unilateral desire? Was he, in fact, the only one angered by the old civilization?
He felt like a fool.
"The rebel leader is here!"
A shout echoed, causing all Burning Anger members to tremble; they were on the verge of collapse.
"I can't take it anymore. I don't want to continue like this."
He ran.
"I surrender! Our leader is here!"
The others were almost frightened out of their minds. They glanced at each other: "Leader, let's split up and run!"
They scattered in different directions, leaving Hossie alone.
The so-called "splitting up" meant abandoning him.
Betrayal!
Hossie wanted to laugh; his ambition had been extinguished so quickly.
He also fled in a different direction. Others might be captured but have a chance of release, but he, the leader, would undoubtedly be sentenced to death. Even if not officially executed, he knew he would disappear.
But escape wasn't easy in this era.
He could only leave Star City and flee into deep space.
"Where to?"
He was utterly lost.
As he was about to leave, he saw a human fishing on the water bridge outside Star City, and an idea struck him.
He approached.
"Excuse me, are you a Federation merchant?"
"I want to go to the Federation. Could I buy a passage on your ship…?"
"Go to the Federation?"
"The Federation is currently at war and won't accept anyone unregistered."
"Besides, with the eternally democratic star nation in such chaos, trade is impossible."
Luna hadn't intentionally waited for Hossie here; his arrival was purely coincidental.
However, she enjoyed unexpected encounters. She held so much within her grasp that unexpected events were a delight.
She knew Hossie's information. According to the plan, he would escape Star City 1 and find his way to the Federation, learning more there and understanding the eternally democratic star nation's needs.
"Impossible? I don't believe it!"
"Aren't you profit-hungry merchants supposed to go anywhere?"
Hossie's nebulous body extended, a section pointing towards Luna. The area rapidly heated up, and intense radiation blew towards her.
Luna felt the fishing rod move. She pressed a button; the line automatically retracted, pulling a several-hundred-meter-long golden carp from the water.
This several-ten-thousand-ton fish had been hooked by a tiny fishing lure, less than half a square meter.
Luna no longer used traditional fishing methods.
In a technological era, one naturally employed technological fishing.
"Are you really sure you want to leave?"
"Leave your civilization, your star nation? You want to save your citizens?"
Hossie became wary.
"Who are you? How do you know…"
Luna pointed in front of her; a holographic screen appeared, displaying a news bulletin.
[Burning Anger leader Hossie Bingnuo c113 Kebuo is on the run. Anyone who spots him is urged to report. Dead or alive, reward 1 million credits.]
"That's you."
Hossie shook his head.
"Impossible!"
He knew humans couldn't distinguish the physical appearance of the eternally democratic star nation's citizens.
"But you wrote 'Hossie' on your body."
Luna casually summoned some liquid from the nearby ocean and transformed it into a mirror in front of Hossie. Hossie saw his own name displayed on his body; he hadn't felt it because the eternally democratic star nation's citizens' senses were externally provided.
Most of their senses were external; only a few were internal. Someone like Hossie wouldn't use public sensory data, preventing him from perceiving many things.
Hossie instantly developed murderous intent, using his body's structure to trigger a nuclear fusion reaction, generating immense energy.
Radiation spiked instantly; the light blanched the surrounding cosmos.
The golden carp, still thousands of meters below, was nonetheless stripped of its flesh by the terrifying radiation; only its white bones sank into the liquid ocean.
"I hate people who are even more pretentious than I am," Hossie muttered, attempting to flee.
But another voice sounded: "If you leave now, you'll be caught immediately. What era is this? Except for leaving Star City, you can't go anywhere."
"In the vast cosmos, how far can you travel in 100,000 years?"
"By then, it won't be your era anymore. When you return, no one will remember you, and you'll be powerless."
Hossie froze, turning to see a colossal monstrosity.
A humanoid body encased in golden bone armor, with four powerful, wingless arms, radiating a gentle white light. It wasn't muscular, but its body was thousands of meters tall.
Gene pools!
Hossie understood the Federation's biological technology.
But he knew that gene pools couldn't withstand the power of nuclear fusion. So why?
He prepared to attack again, but Luna's voice echoed.
"Give up. Federation biotechnology is different now. Your nuclear fusion attacks won't harm me."
Luna lunged at Hossie. He immediately activated his nuclear fusion, but the terrifying energy was effortlessly grasped by Luna.
Luna's original body hadn't been enhanced; Ayla, for Luna's safety, had incorporated the latest [ Supreme Being ] gene pool into the Metacellular plan.
While not a true supreme gene pool, resisting this level of nuclear fusion was effortless.
"Look, this is your civilization."
"A fog of despair hangs over it. Do you think others abandoned you? They returned to the old society for comfort."
"It's not that; you abandoned them."
"You've long since abandoned your original intentions. You're caught up in the present, not considering the future, while your subordinates constantly remember the beautiful world you promised."
"You failed to establish a new government to strengthen their resolve while hiding from the old regime. Instead, you fought against reforms with others."
"You thought they were hindering your progress, but your subordinates saw you as just another person, slaughtering your compatriots. All under your orders, you've lost the halo in their eyes and become a shadow."
Luna's words brought Hossie to his senses.
He repeatedly recalled recent years, the initial fervor of his followers, the subsequent weariness; each one seemed soulless, lost and directionless; even he was lost in it, unable to control himself.
"I'm not a savior; I'm just an ordinary person."
Luna's words shattered all of Hossie's ambitions.
He gave up resisting.
"Hand me over. I shouldn't be here."
Luna released him.
"If I wanted to hand you over, I would have done so already."
"I admire your courage. Do you remember the Burning Anger's initial hopes? Giving up so easily… do you deserve to join those who died alongside you?"
Hossie looked at Luna.
"You've said everything, good and bad. What do you want?"
The Supreme Being body crumbled into dust. Luna sat on the fishing platform, lowering her fishing line again.
"I can help you rise again."
"Do you think those who return to the original corporation will be happy? They simply feel that following you is hopeless."
"Remember your original intentions; persevere, and you'll gain new support."
Hossie chuckled.
"And become your subordinate?"
Luna didn't claim to be superior. She said, "What's wrong with that? Could it be worse than the current situation?"
"I'm not your enemy, and the Federation isn't the enemy of the eternally democratic star nation. Don't see me as a ferocious beast; I'm a merchant—I seek profit, not power. You get power; I get profit. We both benefit."
Hossie was silent for a moment.
"Fine!"
He had no other choice.
...
"I feel your knowledge surpasses mine. Don't you intend to teach me something?"
Hossie sensed that Luna's gaze was far-reaching, that she was far more intelligent than he was, but Luna didn't seem inclined to plan for him.
"Just stick to your principles. Sometimes, having a plan is worse than not having one."
"I'll only remind you of this: your goal is never to overthrow the old regime, but to give everyone a better life. That's enough."
Luna didn't want to change anything. Her script was already dramatic enough. If she were to directly guide Hossie's actions, it would be an utterly unthrilling play.
She didn't want to be the screenwriter; she just wanted to be a spectator.
Give everyone a better life!
Hossie silently repeated the phrase, instantly finding his direction.
He returned. Luna erased his alias, allowing him to continue operating in the shadows of Star City 1.
His first step was to find his former confidant who had left him.
"Click!"
The door opened, and the other party was shocked to see him.
"You…"
Hossie entered the room and collapsed onto the floor.
"I'm sorry. I betrayed your trust, Cartekim."
Cartekim was stunned by Hossie's sudden act. He asked, "Leader, were you… stimulated?"
"If you abandon that foolish idea, it's best to leave this place and never return."
He still felt a sense of nostalgia, at least enough to prevent Hossie from confessing.
"Leave? What would change if I left? My heart remains here; only my body would leave."
"Cartekim, I know you're disappointed in me, but I still want to ask: would you join me in making a comeback?"
Cartekim seemed to not have heard Hossie clearly and asked again.
"What did you say?"
"Making a comeback!" Hossie stated firmly.
Cartekim laughed.
"Do you still want to play that ridiculous game?"
That "ridiculous game"—the pain pierced Hossie.
He thought he had been glorious in the past, but he hadn't realized that in the eyes of his former subordinate, everything he had created was just a game.
"Indeed, I hadn't thought it through before. I was too selfish; I was lost in that game, unable to control myself. I forgot your true desires."
"But Cartekim, do you really want to return to such a life? While there are opportunities for advancement, there are only a few each year, and the contenders number over a trillion in the entire Star City."
"Even if there are a hundred positions a year, it would take trillions of years to cycle through them all—an impossible aspiration. What's the difference from before?"
"I've thought it over. I won't repeat the same mistakes."
But Cartekim didn't answer Hossie; he had lost faith in him.
Hossie knew this. He said, "I only came to tell you this. Think it over; I welcome you anytime."
"I'll show you I'm serious."
He left Cartekim's room.
Soon, an organization called "The Unbound Land" emerged.
Hossie didn't blindly pursue power but intended to genuinely delve into people's hearts, understanding their needs.
Initially, The Unbound Land was merely a haven for the weary, a place where people shared their hardships and encouraged one another.
Hossie gathered everyone's thoughts, observing and contemplating them day after day.
The first 10 years.
The Unbound Land was a small organization with only a dozen members.
The first 100 years.
The Unbound Land still only had a few dozen members.
The first 1000 years.
The Unbound Land expanded to a few hundred members.
The second 1000 years.
The Unbound Land expanded to over a thousand members.
This organization attracted little attention among the numerous progressive groups. It was quiet and unassuming; no one knew who the leader was.
The Unbound Land didn't seek any change; it consistently adhered to its founding principles: sharing and providing a sanctuary for people's minds.
By the third millennium, the Unbound Land still only had just over 2000 members—hardly imaginable for an organization over three thousand years old.
It was conservative, even stagnant. In the eyes of other progressive organizations, the Unbound Land was no different from the rigid society it existed within.
But after the fourth millennium, the Unbound Land began to gain notoriety. It called for change within the eternally democratic star nation, urging an end to the oppression.
This eruption stemmed from a member's suicide.
He died under the weight of society.
This was no different from past uprisings, only this time with a defined organization.
Though thousands of years hadn't entirely erased the memory of past events, they had eroded many people's hope for change. Society remained as rigid as iron, seemingly unchanging. Despair once again enveloped them, and they needed an outlet.
In the first decade of the Unbound Land's rebellion, membership rapidly increased from just over 2000 to over 200 billion, and the number continued to climb. More and more people declared themselves members of the Unbound Land.
The Unbound Land advocated self-governance. They didn't kill anyone; they simply ousted the existing administration and carved out a territory to govern themselves.
Hossie understood deeply that his past failure stemmed from self-destruction. Back then, society had already lost the support of its people, but he had pushed them further away.
So this time, he learned his lesson. He didn't kill, didn't seek power or wealth; he acted as a game master, simply arranging the pieces on the board.
He established a set of rules for members of the Unbound Land to follow.
The new rules overthrew the old ones, not through violence, but by absorbing them—he had fundamentally made a mistake before.
Seeing the happiness within the Unbound Land, people from the old society flocked to join.
Star City 1 once again entered a systemic collapse.
But this collapse wasn't total; a new order was rising, steadily encroaching upon the old.
This time, the old order resorted to violence, attempting to suppress everything. This didn't slow the encroachment but accelerated it.
In the first century of the Unbound Land's rebellion, membership grew to 82 trillion, using overwhelming force to crush the old order. This tide was unstoppable.
Hossie's long silence was spent observing and learning.
He discovered a truth: one learns throughout life.
Anything requires learning and mastery to be truly accomplished. Even with grand strategies, without sufficient knowledge, they cannot be effectively implemented.
Such people are merely chasing dreams.
He was speaking of himself; he had been such a person, self-righteous.
Therefore, for thousands of years, he had been reading, transforming his room into a library filled with all kinds of knowledge.
He sought to create a new system to solve the problems of the eternally democratic star nation. This consumed a great deal of his energy. His countless attempts yielded unsatisfactory results.
"Is there truly no perfect social system?"
Hossie remained trapped in this cycle of death and rebirth.
Until Luna sent him a message.
"What in this world is perfect? Is the Federation's social system perfect?"
Hossie analyzed the Federation's current system, discovering countless flaws.
This amazed him.
He suddenly understood and began carefully studying the Federation's history. He discovered that the Federation's initial form was crude, but it gradually improved over time. Though many inadequacies remained, it still propelled the Federation forward.
Indeed, nothing is perfect.
Only the most suitable.
Hossie began to refine and simplify the social systems he had previously abandoned, finally forming a complete plan.
The birth of this plan coincided with the Unbound Land's expansion.
After the Unbound Land secured a territory, Hossie began to gradually reform his administration, first addressing "eternity."
"Eternity is alluring, but we all know its consequences."
When Hossie said this, everyone fell silent.
They knew, of course, but they couldn't abandon eternity because death is unknown, and the unknown is far more terrifying than the known, a universal biological trait.
Their inability to escape the suffering of eternity fueled their desire for change.
Was the eternally democratic star nation truly oppressing everyone?
No. Like the Federation, life in the eternally democratic star nation was relatively comfortable; people had more money than they could spend.
But they had experienced everything within their existing framework, like a game stuck in the beginner area, levels 1-10. You can do anything in the beginner area; you can even endlessly grind for gold and items by completing quests.
It was excruciatingly boring.
Spiritual suffering was the eternally democratic star nation's greatest problem.
They wanted to experience a completely different life; they wanted to break out of their beginner area. Their only path was social mobility.
This was the fundamental contradiction of the eternally democratic star nation.
Hossie, having studied for so long, understood this clearly.
"To ensure the normal functioning of the civilization, I will implement a new policy: Rebirth."
"The Federation also has Rebirth; everyone can live three lives, 4500 years, until complete death."
"But I won't adopt those rules. Our Rebirth will be endless. Everyone can experience countless rebirths, achieving virtual immortality through reincarnation. However, each rebirth will erase memories of the previous life, allowing the experience of a completely different life and emotions."
"Each life will bring new experiences. To understand these experiences, I will divide the star nation into two layers."
"One layer will be the mortal realm; the other, the underworld."
"In the mortal realm, everyone will have a lifespan of 500 years. Then, they return to the underworld to experience 50 years before being reincarnated into a new 500-year life. This cycle repeats. Memories of past lives will be erased in the mortal realm, while everyone in the underworld retains the memories of all their past lives."
Controlling life and death.
Hossie intended to alter the eternal nature of the eternally democratic star nation.
As he spoke, the previously silent crowd gradually became excited.
"This way, the mortal realm can function normally. Everyone can experience life as a wealthy person, a politician, an ordinary citizen, or even experience life as a biological being—male or female…"
The curse of eternity was the sameness of life. Hossie offered everyone a different life, and no one needed to die.
This was truly the perfect solution.
Hossie continued, "Those who agree with this policy can visit the Unbound Land website and click 'agree.' Those who disagree can click 'disagree.' I follow the will of the people. You can even send feedback to improve this policy; the implemented policy will be even better and more perfect."
The Unbound Land website was instantly bombarded with trillions of clicks, overwhelmingly in favor.
Agree: 86% vs Disagree: 14%
The 14% who disagreed felt the policy was imperfect and worried about its implementation. They weren't sure it was a good idea.
"I thought it would be 100%. This is reality, isn't it? Even if I consider this plan perfect, a significant number will still disagree."
Hossie smiled at the results.
86% was as good as 100%. The minority submitted to the majority; 50.1% is still greater than 49.9%.
This was his first major policy, one that would completely transform the eternally democratic star nation.
He had found a fulcrum, a point of leverage; all obstacles would be easily overcome.
Meanwhile, Luna was intently focused on another Star City.
Each of the seven Star Cities in the eternally democratic star nation was producing a talented individual. Who would ultimately prevail?
He found Hossie's policy more interesting; he hadn't expected Hossie to use the mortal realm/underworld method to replace eternity. This might be the solution the eternally democratic star nation's citizens had been longing for.
Objectively speaking…
"Chu, your thinking is too rigid."
"Or perhaps you're lazy and haven't tried to change."
The two communicated; Luna received Hossie's information from Chu.
"That's true. I thought stability was enough because…"
Chu paused, but Luna filled in the unspoken words.
"Because the eternally democratic star nation relies on the Federation. I would inevitably manage it. Instead of letting you and me disrupt the star nation, it's better to maintain the status quo, then hand it over to me."
"Actually, I genuinely wanted you to manage the eternally democratic star nation. I know your abilities aren't lacking."
"But perhaps many things have changed you. You're not really suited for this."
"Every generation produces its heroes. Since that's the case, follow me from now on. Don't worry about the star nation. Your star nation, your civilization, will have its own destiny, and I can assure you: as long as the Federation doesn't fall, neither will it."
This was Luna's promise to Chu, a reassurance.
"Then I'll be a great demon lord," Chu chuckled.
It didn't know why, but it felt happy inside. Perhaps it truly wasn't suited fo