Chapter 468: Wanderers
Everyone had only two choices: either join the Land of White and become a member under its system management, or choose to follow their respective original governments, immigrating to the Moon to start new lives.
The various major powers all promised to do their utmost, leaving no one behind who wished to depart with them.
After Bai Mo released his declaration, the former Hua-Ya Federation government members also announced their collective departure from the Land of White, submitting to the arrangements to rebuild a nation in Australia.
The outcome did not entirely surprise Bai Mo; they all chose to leave.
Superhumans, accustomed to a life of superiority gained through their power, held no favorable impression of the Land of White, a society so egalitarian it bordered on pure equalitarianism.
And the Destiny System, which shackled freedom and constantly restricted every action, was even more unbearable for everyone who believed their fate was theirs to command, not heaven's.
As for ordinary people, a considerable portion also chose to leave Earth. These were often young individuals discontent with the status quo, possessing grand ambitions and dreams, who believed the stars and seas were their true romance, and were willing to venture into the starry river to forge their own future.
Thus, the division of humanity became a certainty. The races beneath the oceans, however, made the same choice: they decided to remain on Earth and integrate as part of the Land of White.
For a race that had never experienced space exploration, blindly abandoning their long-inhabited mother planet and migrating their entire race to another world was practically no different from seeking death.
Even if the high-tier Sea Race possessed formidable power and had accepted the Zerg's biological modification technology, truly enabling them to survive in space for extended periods, the one thing the universe never lacked was boundless emptiness. It was simply too vast, too despair-inducing.
At the speed of the Sea Race's bio-fleets, even discounting the Moon, reaching Venus, the closest planet to Earth, would require decades of relentless flight.
A decades-long journey without resupply was, quite simply, a suicidal space voyage.
Originally, with Seres leading them, they could at least have flown to the Moon and carved out a star for themselves. Humanity's defense forces on the Moon were not numerous, and their fleet would have been sufficient to sweep them aside.
But now, if they were to flee to the Moon, they would have to contend for precious living space with all the humans who pursued freedom and were unwilling to remain on Earth.
The Moon's surface, entirely composed of desert, was terrifyingly arid everywhere except for the major settlements with their meticulously protected artificial water sources.
The artificial, weakened "atmosphere" currently only served to block most ultraviolet radiation, remaining a very long way from participating in the planet's water cycle system.
Having lost the home-field advantage of seawater, and lacking a decisive seventh-tier core combatant, the Giant Whale Elder did not believe his expeditionary force would have much chance of victory if they invaded the Moon, which had already become a human colony.
Moreover, that person's thoughts were utterly unfathomable...
Since the Land of White, which controlled the overall situation, had no intention of wiping them out, it simply brought its entire Elder Council and surrendered.
Thus, after the Sea Race's surrender, humanity's ocean shipping industry, which had been interrupted for over a decade, revived, and the global economy once again experienced great prosperity.
However, by this point, no one was in the mood to enjoy this fleeting splendor.
Five years later, they would leave Earth for their new homeland. In those thousand-plus days and nights, they needed to complete countless preparations for the migration to the Moon.
An unprecedented space migration involving billions of people, they had only five years to prepare. Dense countdown projections in the firmament urged everyone: Faster! Faster! Faster!
No one doubted the Land of White's resolve. That twisted nation could no longer be described as a mere dictatorship; a single will permeated its entire populace, making it almost like a singular living organism.
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"Can a hundred million Wanderers effectively share one 'Phase' of assimilation power?" Within the White Moon, Bai Mo was testing the load efficiency of his first generation of modified humans.
His initial purpose in designing these modified humans was to create more network nodes that could help him share the world's assimilation power.
Wanderers was the name Bai Mo gave these modified humans. As for the unit "Phase," he established it based on the assimilation power of the world that his mental will had endured when he first broke through to the Myriad Forms Realm.
"However, there's still a glimmer of hope; after all, this is only the result of the first stage."
As of today, the terrifying assimilation power weighing upon Bai Mo exceeded fifty "Phases." This invisible force, threatening to transform him into a mass of ruthless, egoless matter, constantly eroded his will and devoured his emotions.
This assimilation power, originating from the entire universe, continued to increase without end, as if it would not cease until Bai Mo was turned to stone.
To survive, he could only bind more people to his war chariot, until he was overturned by the world, or he overturned the world!
"The eighth generation of Wanderers will likely emerge in about two hundred and fifty years..." A plan spanning many generations gradually perfected itself in Bai Mo's mind as the first generation of Wanderers went into mass production.
Following the surgical engineering of the past two years, three million souls, separated from the Heavenly Soul Gem, had reacquired bodies named Wanderers.
Within the Land of White, a city had also been specially constructed for them to live in temporarily.
This city was referred to by others as the "Silent City."
Because all the residents here were Wanderers, they could accomplish highly informative exchanges with just a glance. Their interconnected network had even become a part of these new humans' bodies.
In such an environment, language became somewhat irrelevant, as information within the network was transmitted directly through meaning.
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"Tang Na Sen, I hope you won't disappoint me. If you succeed, what does it matter if I give up everything here?" After reading the intelligence transmitted from across the ocean, Bai Mo let out a deep sigh.
Although the information shielding device developed by the other party indeed made it difficult for him to grasp the specifics of the situation, Bai Mo was not someone who could only rely on his abilities and would be helpless once restrained.
Possessing half the world, even if he were too lazy to personally intervene and resolve problems with violence, he had an even simpler countermeasure—the silver bullet tactic.
He sent people to frantically bribe everyone connected to Tang Na Sen, using threats and inducements, throwing money and resources at them to make them speak. Even if most people only knew a small fraction of the information, when combined, it would form a rather complete puzzle.
After learning the general outline of the other party's plan, Bai Mo fell into contemplation. Finally, with a somewhat conflicted mindset, he decided to let the plan proceed.
PS: Recommending a book, "Moon's Shadowed Face"... The author is quite wealthy~ The book aims to be hard sci-fi, those interested can take a look..
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