There is a faint fragrance floating in the room, which is the harmless smell produced by electronic cigarettes.

Papaloka's condition was much better than three days ago, but her eyes were dull, her bloated body was curled up in a ball on the sofa, and there were stains left by drinks on her large nightgown.

Yang Ming calmly sat down on the single sofa opposite, raised his eyebrows at Papaloka, and said with a smile:

"Want to chat?"

"What do you want from me?" Papaloka asked directly.

Yang Ming said: "Just completing the mission of the Faya people."

"What good does this do to you?" Papaloka asked, "Will the Fayians give the green light to your home planet? No, no, they must act in accordance with principles and rules. This is the birth of collective thinking.

The basic principles of higher-dimensional life.”

Yang Ming wondered: "How do you know so much?"

Papaloka remained silent.

"It seems that we all have our own chances and opportunities."

Yang Ming recalled the outline of the conversation that Lu had made before.

I tried scolding last time, but since it didn't work, I decided to try another method.

Sincerity is the greatest nirvana.

Yang Ming said: "You asked me to come, but then you don't want to chat with me, so why should I come here?"

Papaloka said: "How about we make a deal? You kill me twice to free me from this damn mission, or set me free so that I can continue to eat and wait to die."

"Huh?" Yang Ming frowned and asked, "Why? Are you so unwilling to fulfill your mission?"

"Well," Papaloka said calmly, "If you give me a button that will make my home planet lose the right to participate in trials, or directly explode in the main time dimension, then I will press it without hesitation.

Go down."

Yang Ming looked puzzled.

He got up and walked to the wine cabinet nearby. After discovering that there was a combination lock on it, he tore open the alloy on the side of the cabinet, took out two bottles of good wine, and grabbed two wine glasses.

Papaloka whispered: "Are you a monster?"

"Absolutely," Yang Ming let the wine bottle and glass float around him, walked back to Papaloka calmly, and continued, "After I finished arguing with you, I thought about it and found that we are indeed two types of people, so there are two types of people.

Completely different views, I am here to apologize to you."

"No need," Papaloka stared at the wine glass and curled the corner of his mouth slightly, "Are you going to start playing the emotional card?"

Yang Ming smiled and said: "We are really different, because there is a road in front of me, but there is a dead end in front of you. I will have the opportunity to enter the high-dimensional world in the future, and I have participated in more than three experimental projects of the Fayan people at the same time.

"

"Why do they favor you so much?"

"Not counting favoritism, I shattered the Resurrection Armor at the beginning, in exchange for the Ancient God transformation," Yang Ming sighed, "Then, I defeated the Valkyrie step by step, and that's how I got everything I have now."

"Then I envy you too," Papaloka sighed, "If you pay, you will be rewarded. Isn't this a wonderful thing?"

Yang Ming immediately stopped talking: "Isn't this normal? As long as you are willing to pay and endure hardships, there will be a day when all the hardships will be over."

Papaloka sneered: "This is an ideal situation. Most people don't have this opportunity."

"No," Yang Ming said, "It should be that a small number of people don't have this opportunity. Most people can get positive feedback, but the feedback they can get is limited."

Papaloka smiled and said: "Is your native civilization, your home planet, still in a relatively rudimentary social form?"

"Elementary? I don't think so."

"Then let me test you."

"please."

“If a political system wants to accumulate wealth quickly, what other way is there besides plundering from outside?”

Yang Ming thought carefully: "Enhance trade? Technological innovation?"

“The essence of trade is the replacement of resources, and trade between strong countries and weak countries is often a mild form of plunder;

"Scientific and technological innovation brings technological advantages to other political systems, which is itself a form of plunder. In contrast, inclusive technological innovation will cause the accelerated concentration of social wealth to a small number of people."

Papaloca pouted slightly:

"As expected, you come from a relatively elementary society."

Boss Yang suddenly became unhappy: "Okay, I admit that my hometown accidentally triggered the program of the Faya game due to accidentally touching the space-time bubble, but this does not mean that our social development is backward."

"for example?"

"For example, the political system in my hometown where I was born has these two development models."

Yang Ming briefly introduced the development path of the next flower grower.

Papaloka shook his head slightly: "You are wrong, young man."

Year!

Yang Ming frowned and said, "Where did I go wrong?"

Papaloka smiled and said:

"The wealth accumulation of your political system is based on the two reasons you mentioned. In fact, it is based on the relationship between the entire society and hundreds of millions of migrant workers, right? What you call it is based on the relationship between the entire society and hundreds of millions of migrant workers.

On the exploitation of hundreds of millions of migrant workers.

"You must be grateful that your political system has an uninterrupted cultural inheritance, which gives the entire political system an extraordinary cohesion.

"In addition, according to your description, the reason why you can live a stable life and gradually become stronger is because some areas of this political system have paid a huge price, and these areas will suppress the development of free economics to resist the erosion of external capital.

"It's these two essential reasons... Well, although your knowledge is not deep, the political system you are in can indeed be regarded as an intermediate social form."

Yang Ming shrugged: "I can feel that there is still a part of the superior class that is constantly growing."

"This is inevitable. Human nature is like this. Human beings, social creatures, feed on a sense of superiority."

Papaloka frowned and asked:

"You mentioned accidental contact just now? Did you directly launch a long-distance spacecraft into outer space?"

"Um."

"Didn't you find the hints left by the civilizations of previous generations?"

"Hint?" Yang Ming asked in confusion, "Do you still have such a thing?"

"This is allowed by the rules of the Faya people. The previous generation of civilization on our planet failed in the promotion. The result was that the entire planet evaporated overnight. They were unwilling to leave behind some relics. I hope they can help.

A greenhouse civilization appeared on this planet."

Papaloka said:

"So, the civilization I am in has developed relatively quickly, and I have known from the very beginning that when we develop into a true first-level civilization and start exploring the universe, it will trigger the trials set by high-dimensional human civilization."

Yang Ming frowned tightly: "I'm afraid... this is a tragedy."

"Yes, a tragedy, a complete tragedy," Papaloka chuckled, "I envy you, your home planet, and the political system of your hometown. As long as you struggle, you have a certain probability of success. What a wonderful life it is.

"

"Where is your home planet?"

"They should be buried in that cage!"

Papaloka's expression was a bit ferocious:

"That twisted world shouldn't enter the real galaxy!"

Yang Ming frowned and asked, "Why?"

Papaloka closed his eyes and his whole body was trembling. He tried to calm down and kept fighting against this emotion until it finally turned into a sigh.

"My home planet has cleared the single-planet version of "Abyss"."

Yang Ming's facial muscles were beating gently.

"But the Faiya people refused to allow my home planet to enter the galaxy and asked us to participate in the following trials."

Yang Ming's expression was a little unnatural.
Chapter completed!