Although many people label it as something exclusive to high IQ people, or shroud it in a mysterious aura of psychology, its most important part still lies in the words "information asymmetry".
Deception only becomes possible when you have certain key information and the other party knows nothing.
Otherwise, it is unlikely that anyone with normal intelligence would be deceived.
Obviously, the dark side of the empire, which is completely cut off from the holy borders of the empire and cannot even communicate with each other within the same star zone, is such a place where deception can be practiced unscrupulously.
Because as the only person who can now travel faster than the speed of light in the subspace, no matter what Moscat says, the planetary governor on the dark side cannot verify whether it is true or false, and can only choose to accept it all for the time being.
After all, the word "loyalty" is engraved in the heart and even the depths of the soul of every human being.
Once someone is labeled a traitor or a heretic, it is not a problem that can be solved by killing one or two people.
Especially the huge fleets suspended in the planet's orbit, which could transform from guardians and reinforcements into terrifying rebel suppression legions at any time.
What's more, Moscat has a trade license authorized by the empire.
Don't think this thing is easy to do.
Only administrative agencies above the level of star governor are qualified to issue it, and it is definitely not something that anyone can get.
Only those who obtain a license are qualified to be called "Rogue Traders" and can legally engage in trade activities within the empire, and even come into contact with alien races and civilizations, exchange technology and materials, and hire them as thugs.
Although Moscat's merchant license was not the highest level signed by the God-Emperor himself, nor the second level signed by the Primarch of the loyal faction, it at least had the seal of the Terra Senate and belonged to the third level.
You have to know that the merchant license is based on who issues it, and who has the power to revoke it.
For example, if a Rogue Trader's trade license comes from a sector governor, then the sector governor and his higher-level government agency have the power to revoke the trade license when they deem it necessary.
Without a trade license, Rogue Traders can no longer legally engage in interplanetary trade activities.
But if it was issued by the God-Emperor or the Primarch around the 30th millennium, then according to the law only they have the right to take it back, and not even the Terra Senate can forcibly deprive these trade licenses.
It's like when my ancestors followed the Emperor and the Primarch to launch the Great Crusade, they completed all the work of my life.
As long as the wandering merchants who hold this kind of trade license do not betray the Empire and the God-Emperor, they can basically do whatever they want and are among the superior people of the Old Terra Plain Yellow Banner.
Some of them were even able to hire a small number of Astartes warriors, whose strength was no less than the army they had used when they launched the Damocles Crusade against the Tau, and some were even stronger.
In the eyes of the governor of Planet Irons VI, Moscat is undoubtedly such a super ronin with a profound background and a special mission.
Without the support of the Imperial Regent and the Terran Council, ordinary Rogue Traders would not be able to afford such a large fleet. Even the God's Machines - Titan Mechs, have more than twenty units.
After all, even the thousand-man Astartes regiment is only equipped with very few of these giant war machines, and losing even one would cause great pain for a long time.
The number of soldiers equipped with small and medium-sized power mechas is so large that it is impossible to count them. They can be regarded as an elite mobile force that can decide the outcome of a battle.
Therefore, the planetary governor did his best to please this "big shot" who should be a high-ranking official in his eyes at the banquet. He even took the initiative to introduce the situation in his star region before it lost contact, as well as the relationships and important figures among various families and forces, making it clear that he wanted to cling to this thick and strong thigh.
Moscat, on the other hand, grasped the opponent's psychology and brought out the devil's nature of lying, deceiving and playing with human nature to the fullest.
Not only did he agree to provide the planetary governor with all support including weapons, equipment, food supplies and industrial machinery, but he also provided medicines that could satisfy people's desires and calm the intense anger and dissatisfaction in their hearts.
After taking just one pill, the upper elite ruling class at the scene immediately felt its wonderfulness.
Both men and women cannot help but enter a state of being drunk, but at the same time their consciousness is extremely clear and excited, sensory stimulation quickly reaches its peak, and their nerves become more sensitive than ever, as if even time has slowed down a lot.
It was more than an hour later that the dignitaries at the banquet slowly returned to normal, sweating all over their bodies, as if they had just had strenuous exercise.
The planetary governor sat on the sofa with a tired look on his face and sighed, "Oh my God, this feeling is so wonderful, as if all my worries and troubles have left me, and I have successfully become relaxed from head to toe. If it can really be supplied in large quantities at a very low price as you said, then not only will the cost of maintaining rule be greatly reduced, but the originally high crime rate in the hive city will also be alleviated."
"Haha, see, I told you that you would like it. Believe me, dear Governor Hulk, this is the greatest invention of mankind since entering the fortieth millennium. With it, there will no longer be any rebellion on your planet."
Moscat raised his glass to signal, then took a sip with a very graceful movement. The red liquid slowly slid down the corner of his mouth, as bright and dazzling as blood.
The planetary governor named Hulk nodded in agreement, "Yes. With this drug that can satisfy one's needs in the cheapest way, who would risk death to commit a crime or even start a rebellion? Everyone will become a cog in the huge machine of the empire, with everything arranged clearly from birth to death. This is the absolute order! The most perfect and ideal social state."
Hearing this, Moscat burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! That's right!
That's it!
It can eliminate painful and distressing emotions in an instant and nip all rebellious consciousness in the bud.
In addition, I also have many stimulants and violent drugs that can enhance the combat effectiveness and fighting will of soldiers.
With these, combined with the weapons and equipment I gave you, you don't have to worry about the orcs anymore.
And I accept HR paying the bill.
Well, this is a good deal, isn't it? "
"I don't know how to express my gratitude for your generosity and kindness. In return, I am willing to send people to go with you to other planets in the sector, so that all governors in the sector can enjoy the grace of the Imperial Regent and the Terra Council as soon as possible."
Governor Herke was obviously a smart man. He knew why Moscat gave him so many benefits, and he was also very happy to do him a favor.
"Great! With your help, my fleet should be able to quickly integrate the resources and production capacity of the Volk sector, and then use it as a springboard to connect the entire dark side of the empire, making all enemies who dare to take advantage of the situation pay the price."
Seeing that the target had been hooked and tied to him, a barely perceptible amusement flashed in Moscat's eyes.
Governor Herc had not yet realized what a terrible trap he had fallen into. Instead, he responded in a flattering manner: "It is my honor to follow a great man like you from Holy Terra. I swear in the name of my family that I will follow in your footsteps and be loyal to the Emperor and the Empire."
Moscat nodded with feigned satisfaction: "Very good. You are a smart person, and I happen to like smart people very much. I wish us a pleasant cooperation."
“It’s a pleasure to work with you!”
Governor Herke raised his glass and clinked it lightly, then smiled knowingly.
Just like that, taking advantage of the fact that the dark side of the empire was completely out of touch, Moscat finally began to implement his own huge plan, and at the same time, the flame of ambition in his heart began to burn more and more vigorously.
And his filial sons and grandchildren also began to sharpen their knives to fight for the future inheritance rights of the family.
It can be foreseen that this evil family, which had been twisted by darkness, became Zuo Si's tool and plaything from the moment it fell into his hands.
Whether it is the devil's egg or the greater power gained through sacrifice, they are all deliberately designed to lead to the development of the subsequent story full of irony and black humor.
For Zuo Si, this was like directing a dark stage play himself, exploring and appreciating the evil of human nature.
This is not simply due to some kind of bad taste, but another path of transcendence leading to the root, a powerful force that can obtain extra bonuses in any world or even the universe.
If he could become the embodiment of the "evil" of the entire multiverse, then he would become the most powerful planeswalker ever.
In the pursuit of knowledge and power, Zuo Sike never slacked off.
It would be better to say that at this moment, he was telling Shaskel, who had just led the commercial fleet to visit again, about the current situation of the Tau Empire's sphere of influence.
Every time a potential enemy is mentioned, the expression on this "little titanium girl's" face will immediately give a series of quick and timely reactions such as shock, fear, panic, etc.
Although Shaskel had anticipated that the situation of his civilization might be dire, he never expected it to be so bad.
Similarly, she suddenly understood why the powerful human empire chose to cease fire after only one Damocles expedition and no longer had the slightest intention of starting a war.
It turned out that the entire area ruled by the Titanium Clan was intended to be used as a buffer zone to resist those truly terrible enemies.
Especially after hearing about the origins of the Necrons and the terrifying level of technology they possessed, Shaskel was completely numb.
In addition, there are the Chaos forces and endless demons hidden in the great rift in the Warp, the Tyranids whose numbers are unknown from outside the Milky Way, and the Orks who can never be killed no matter how hard you try...
"So... our civilization has always been on the brink of extinction? The reason it has survived to this day is entirely due to some coincidences?"
There was a very obvious tremor in Saskel's voice, and he raised his head to look up at the galaxy map projected in front of him.
For the Tau, this stereographic projection of the Milky Way alone was worth any price.
After all, up to now, they still don’t know how big the Milky Way is, and they don’t know whether there are other powerful civilizations with which they can communicate besides themselves and the human empire.
Zuo Si smiled and asked, "What else do you think? You should know that when you just learned to use fire, humans, who had become the overlord of the galaxy, planned to send a fleet to wipe out the Tau and then colonize your home planet.
Furthermore, the reason why you were able to quickly conquer and absorb the intelligent races around your sector in a short period of time was all thanks to the ruthless slaughter of alien species by the Emperor, the Primarch and the Astartes Legion during the Great Crusade of the 30th Millennium.
The most brutal and terrifying ones had already been destroyed and wiped out in this expedition.
Otherwise, with your backward technology at the beginning, you would probably encounter some terrible enemies and suffer heavy losses not long after leaving your home planet.
Remember, if you want to protect your right to survive in this crazy universe, you need three minimum foundations.
The first is the ability to resist the corrosiveness of the evil gods of the subspace, the second is a sufficiently advanced level of technology, and the third is a sufficiently large size.
All three are indispensable.
But unfortunately, your Titanium civilization currently has none of them.
Although due to the relationship between your souls, the projection you form in the subspace is very weak, and you cannot even be called a psychic race, so you have not yet become the target of the Chaos God.
But the threat of the Necrons is real.
Imotek, the "Storm King" of Sotek, is one of the few terrifying beings who can set the entire galaxy on fire.
Even the human empire may not be able to withstand his attack."
"So when do you expect these sleeping Necrons to wake up?" Shaskel asked with a serious expression.
Zuo Si shook his head slightly and replied, "I'm sorry, I'm not sure about this either.
Maybe it will be in the last few years, maybe decades or even hundreds of years from now.
But what is certain is that with the arrival of the Tyranids, all the sleeping Necrons are likely to wake up.
With the technology you currently possess, you will probably be completely defeated in just one encounter.
There is no civilization in this galaxy that can defeat the Necrons in a long-range weapons engagement.
They have reached the pinnacle of physics in the real universe, and even the guns held by the most ordinary low-level soldiers can easily decompose the target into the most basic atoms.
In addition to technology, the Necrons also hold fragments of the Star God.
Believe me, you don’t want to see the power of those real-world gods unleashed.”
"Star God..."
Hearing this word, Saskell clenched his hands into fists subconsciously.
She had just heard about the War in Heaven between the Necrontyr (Necromancer) and the Old Ones, so she knew what the C'tan were.
In other words, these guys are equivalent to evil gods in the real universe, feeding on planets and mortal souls.
Fortunately, the Necrons' backstabs tore all these guys into pieces and sealed them away.
Otherwise, if we were to mess around with the Chaos God of the Subspace, the entire galaxy would no longer be a place for humans to stay.
In fact, in the Warhammer universe, the so-called science and technology actually have two completely different development paths.
One of them is the psychic technology created by the Ancients, which mainly relies on the subspace as the sea of souls, which can also be understood as magic.
The other is the knowledge that the Star Gods imparted to the Necrons, which mainly relies on the rules of the real universe they represent, that is, physical science.
There is no difference between the two.
The reason why the Necrons were able to win the War in Heaven was that the Star God personally participated in the battle.
At that time, the subspace was still very peaceful, and no powerful gods were born.
The best proof of this is the Eldar, who later rose to power with psychic technology and became the overlord of the galaxy.
There is no doubt that these revealed secrets from the ancient times of the Milky Way to the present day, and for the newly born Titanium civilization, they were an unconscious and violent shock that shattered their worldview.
It took several minutes for Saskel to digest all this information. Then he raised his head and cautiously asked, "Are you one of the Star Gods?"
"Oh? What makes you guess like that?"
Zuo Si asked back with a smile.
"Because of the sparkling oil! It is almost like a reproduction of the physical laws in the real universe. It can not only decompose and reorganize all matter, but can even store amazing energy. Isn't this the best proof of the power of the Star God?"
Saskatchewan gave his reasons bluntly.
Hearing this, Zuo Si immediately couldn't help but laugh and shook his head: "No, you are wrong. The sparkling oil is not the embodiment of physical laws as you think. On the contrary, its essence is actually closer to the subspace psionic energy. It's just that you don't have the talent for psionic energy, so you can't really observe and understand the mystery."
"Then according to what you mean, can't the oil be used to resist demons and the evil gods of the warp?"
Saskel's eyes lit up instantly.
"Sparkling oil can indeed be used to fight against the power of the warp, but it is limited to the real universe. Once it enters the warp, its effect will be greatly weakened or even completely ineffective."
Zuo Si did not hide anything and gave a definite answer openly.
Because he knew very well that the Tau people had no power to choose at all.
The latter is not like humans who have an emperor who can directly compete with the Chaos God, and they don't even have any psychic talent at all.
Although this ensures that they are ignored by the evil gods and demons in the subspace for a long time, it also means that once they are invaded, they have no power to resist at all, and are basically lambs to be slaughtered.
In contrast, the Human Empire focuses on both psychic power and technology, and the Mechanicus even uses a very strange method called "machine soul" to combine the two together.
It is said that many machine spirits in the Imperial Army have their own "personalities".
Some are loyal to only one family, some are only allowed to be used by women, and some will secretly hide their ammunition in the subspace during normal times, and when they encounter a crisis, they will suddenly launch a powerful firepower far exceeding the upper limit of the magazine capacity...
Anyway, machine souls are so mysterious that the empire has to dismantle a large number of weapons and equipment that cannot be used normally because of them into parts and reassemble them every year.
After a brief silence, Shaskel finally raised the issue that the Supreme Ethers were most concerned about.
Obviously, the leadership of the Tau people has realized their dangerous situation, so they have begun to plan direct mechanical ascension when necessary.
In fact, they have conducted a lot of live experiments in private, and it can be basically confirmed that people who are completely transformed by the Shuo Oil will not lose their memories and personality, but will only express infinite admiration, awe and obedience to the owner of the Shuo Oil.
Although this price is very high for any living thing, it is not unacceptable if it is facing a huge crisis of imminent destruction.
After all, the essence of civilization is to maintain its own existence and continuation.
Zuo Si smiled meaningfully and responded, "Don't you already know the answer? Shuo Oil is an extension of my will. Anyone who uses it to perfect and transform themselves will inevitably be affected. In other words, they will become my servants. Of course, the choice is in your hands from beginning to end."
“Do we really have a choice?”
Saskel gave a bitter smile, as if he had seen the near future of the Titanium civilization.
“Who knows what will happen in the future.
Perhaps your scientific researchers can use the oil to develop some powerful weapons and successfully defeat all the enemies around.
Moreover, if one day the Titanium Civilization really reaches the point where it has to use the oil to transform itself, I promise to protect you and let you stay the way you are now forever."
说着，左思抬起冰冷的金属大手轻轻拂过对方的头发和脸颊。
“给予我庇护？为什么？”
莎斯凯尔不明所以的眨了眨眼睛，并没有做出任何闪避动作，而是任由金属冰冷的触感在自己的皮肤上划过。
由于内部的婚姻和繁衍后代都是采取包办制度，有专门的机构负责用最科学的方法为每一个钛族人挑选最恰当的基因配对，所以并没有自由恋爱这个概念，都是等着到了最佳生育年龄上边发。
而且她也不觉得一个宛如神明般存在会对自己这样的凡人产生什么性趣。
“因为你的思维方式很有趣，比大多数钛族人要有趣得多。”
说罢，左思也不理会对方那错愕的表情，直接启动传送魔法消失在原地。
莎斯凯尔显然还想要继续追问，可是却晚了一步，只能迅速把这一次获取到的大量劲爆信息迅速整理出来，然后进行反复的加密存储，最终派遣了三艘战舰立刻返航。
她本人则按照至高以太的要求打算长期驻扎在这里，哪怕有一定概率会遭到人类帝国舰队的攻击。
毕竟钛族可没有星语者，没办法跨越宽广的银河直接与母星取得联系。
甚至就连在亚空间进行超光速航行，靠的都是左思提供的定位装置。
不然以他们那基本约等于没有的灵能天赋，估计也就止步于在亚空间打水漂了。
想要像人类帝国那样在亚空间自由航行，首先需要一个不知道用什么黑科技造出来的星炬，然后还需要有一个皇帝那样强大的灵能者，最后还得培养出一批灵能领航员。
这三个条件钛文明是一个也不具备。
事实上在这个宇宙想要实现超光速航行只有一种办法可以实现，那就是借助亚空间。
如果把亚空间视作一汪水，那么钛族相当于是在打水漂，人类则是制造一个气泡潜入水下，灵族属于在水里插一根管子、自己钻进管子里，太空死灵则是直接紧贴着水面飞过。
其中太空死灵的超光速航行最快，其次是使用网道的灵族，人类次之，钛族最慢。
就在莎斯凯尔目送三艘战舰启动引擎跳跃进亚空间踏上返程之旅的时候，一名身穿银色动力机甲的灰骑士突然出现在她的身后，用充满敌意的语气警告道：“异形，无论你有什么计划或打算，最好都立刻远离这颗星球，否则我们不介意把你和你的舰队全部埋葬在亚空间。”
“这算是威胁吗？”
莎斯凯尔猛地转过身盯着近在咫尺的阿斯塔特战士，平静的脸上没有一丁点畏惧之色。
就以战斗力而言，十个她加在一起也不够对方杀的。
可她之所以能够大摇大摆的出现在公共场合，究其根源开始得到了左思本人的许可。
就凭这一点，莎斯凯尔就敢断定对方肯定不敢拿自己怎么样。
“不，我只是在陈述一个事实。别以为我们是瞎子，看不到那些战舰超光速引擎的变化。你已经过界了！”
伴随着这句话脱口而出，灰骑士猛然间伸出大手一把抓住面前这个“小钛妹”纤细的脖子，将其整个人从地上提了起来。
“记住，我们的忍耐是有极限的。如果你再敢利用任何手段窃取技术，我发誓会把你全身上下每一根骨头都碾碎，把你的大脑挖出来装进生命维持系统中折磨一百年、一千年。”
“呜呜呜呜——”
巨大的压迫感和强烈的窒息感顿时让莎斯凯尔感受到了死亡的气息，整个人拼命地挣扎想要掰开卡在自己脖子上的大手。
可遗憾的是即便穿着同为动力机甲的作战服，她也仍旧无法撼动灰骑士那压倒性的力量，最后甚至开始意识模糊、不由自主的翻白眼。
“哼！”
灰骑士眼睛里闪过一丝轻蔑，随后松开手让莎斯凯尔瞬间瘫坐在地上不停的剧烈咳嗽、干呕，自己则头也不回的转身离开。
毫无疑问，这是一次典型的死亡威胁。
莎斯凯尔毫不怀疑对方敢把威胁付诸实际行动。
因为她很清楚，这些阿斯塔特战士都是一群不折不扣的杀戮机器，其思维和正常人完全两样，根本一点都不害怕死亡。
达摩克利斯远征期间，就是这些星际战士给钛族高层留下了极其深刻的印象，甚至一度把地面部队打出了心理阴影。
正当灰骑士完成自己的任务打算返回驻地的时候，突然发现在前进的道路上突然多出了一个泛着金属光泽的身影。
“是谁给了你勇气威胁我邀请来的客人？”
左思面无表情盯着灰骑士的眼睛质问。
后者先是吃了一惊，紧跟着解释道：“阁下，请不要忘记您现在是帝国的盟友，而钛族则是帝国的敌人。更何况他们还窃取了超光速引擎的秘密，甚至可以在没有导航员的情况下进入亚空间航行。”
“你似乎搞错了一件事情，灰骑士。
这些技术不是莎斯凯尔窃取的，而是我送给他们的。
最重要的是，这里不是帝国，我做什么还轮不到你们来插手。
就算是罗伯特·基里曼来了，想要做点什么都要先征求我的允许。
你又算是个什么东西胆敢公然威胁我的客人？”
话音未落！
左思猛然间抬起手做了个抓握的动作。
瞬间！
灰骑士只感觉有一只无形的力场大手把自己整个攥住了，而且力量越来越大、越来越大，连动力机甲外层坚硬的陶刚装甲都开始出现大面积的碎裂，很快肌肉和骨骼便在恐怖外力的挤压下发出了令人毛骨悚然的断裂声。
咔嚓咔嚓咔嚓——
“啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊！！！！！”
即便是阿斯塔特也能忍受住这样的痛苦，满脸通红的发出了惨叫。
要知道他的骨骼和肌肉可跟一般的人类截然不同。
不仅皮肤下面有一层坚硬的甲壳，而且骨头的硬度和韧性甚至远超钢筋。
在最初完成改造手术之后，这些超人需要大量进食一定比例的金属以强化骨骼，唯有如此才能支撑得住那无比强壮的身体。
“停手！快停下！”
驻地内另外几名灰骑士见状立马冲了出来，想要救下自己的兄弟。
可遗憾的是，左思完全没有给他们半点机会，直接控制无形的力场大手，活生生把这个触犯了自己底线的阿斯塔特直接当着众目睽睽之下给捏爆了。
砰！ 只见刺眼的血浆混杂着内脏和碎肉，直接从皮肤下边碎裂的外壳中喷涌而出，在半空中形成一个壮观无比的巨大血花。
但这血花并没有如预料中那样四散飞溅，而是被刺骨的寒气直接冻结成为一件阴森恐怖的冰冻雕塑，看上去就像是一株由血肉和内脏构成的尸体树。
等做完这一切，左思这才转过身冲着那些既愤怒又悲伤的灰骑士说道：“替我转告审判庭，介于这是一次我就不做过多的追究了。但要是还有下一次，我不介意把所有参与和策划的家伙全部干掉。我向你们保证，无论是基因原体罗伯特·基里曼，还是活圣人塞莱斯汀都救不了这些人。”
说罢，左思直接把手里充满黑暗艺术气息的作品随手丢到灰骑士驻地的大门口。
看着他渐渐远去的背影，另外一名会骑士忍不住用充满愤怒和仇恨的声音咒骂道：“该死的混蛋！他居然杀了我们的战友，这难道就这么算了吗？”
另外一名灰骑士阴沉着脸反问：“不然你想怎么样？去跟这个身体密度比白矮星乃至中子星都高的未知存在开战吗？别忘了我们现在使用的武器装备还是由他提供的。而且我们得尽快吧这件事情报告给大导师和审判庭。”
“的确有必要提醒一下审判庭了。这次要不是因为他们突然下达了命令，我们也不会陷入这种境地。”
“闭嘴！审判庭的决定不是你能妄议的。我们只是执行着，无论上边下达什么样的命令都必须毫不犹豫的服从。”
“可我们最好的兄弟死了！被人像一罐调味酱一样捏爆了！看看他现在的样子，这一切都是因为审判庭的愚蠢的判断。”
“够了！除非你们想成为异端，否则最好不要再谈论这件事情。所有人都给我滚回营房，其余的我会亲自处理。”
伴随着激烈的争吵，一名指挥官终于走出来将这些阿斯塔特战士驱散。
尽管他也非常非常的愤怒，可是却明白左思的身份绝对没有表面上看起来那么简单。
尤其是先后几次与帝国摄政长达数个小时的密谈，其中肯定隐藏了一些惊天的秘密。
相比起灰骑士这边的躁动不安，左思则像个没事人一样，完全在乎会对方可能会做出的激烈反应。
He knew that all Astartes were merely tools created by the Emperor of Mankind to fulfill his plans, just like the Primarchs.
Judging from the role he has demonstrated now, the emperor would not care even if he destroyed the entire Titan headquarters, let alone killing a few Grey Knights who offended him.
Because the emperor of mankind is a typical extreme utilitarian. He hardly brings in any personal emotions when thinking about problems. Instead, he judges the current situation purely from the perspective of gains and losses.
As long as the benefits far outweigh the disadvantages, the Lord of Mankind will do it without hesitation.
It is as if during the Great Crusade, in order to quickly take over the entire galaxy and achieve the established strategic goals, the planetary governors were allowed to continue to implement the backward slavery, serfdom and feudal systems, even though they knew that this would be a huge hidden danger.
It was this extreme utilitarianism that ultimately led to the failure of his Webway plan and triggered the Horus Heresy.
After all, the reason why many Primarchs joined Horus' camp was that they did not receive even a little care from the Emperor, and they even worried that they would be dealt with like the original Thunder Warriors after the war.
"Are you okay?"
Zuo Si walked straight up to Shaskel and asked with pretended concern.
The latter stood up with the support of his combat uniform and shook his head vigorously: "I'm fine, just a minor injury to my throat. I should be fine after repairing it with the help of medical equipment. Thank you for your concern and care. I hope this will not cause any rifts in the alliance between you and the Human Empire."
"Don't worry, the death of a Grey Knight won't cause much trouble.
After all, they were the ones who made the mistake first. I just expressed my dissatisfaction in a more bloody way.
You have to know that the Inquisition of the Human Empire is a huge organization that likes to push its limits.
If I don't take action this time, it won't be long before all kinds of spies, detectives and assassins flood the city beneath my feet, and then mess up the originally good social environment.
I don’t want them to mess up the utopian social experiment that I worked so hard to create.”
After saying that, Zuo Si cast his gaze towards the residents in the distance who, knowing that they would not receive any reward, still chose to find something to do for themselves.
After the initial wave of eating, drinking, having fun and enjoying oneself passed, an indescribable feeling of emptiness began to sweep over everyone, causing them to involuntarily think about the meaning of life and the value of themselves.
To put it bluntly, I'm just bored and have nothing to do.
Some people even became mentally anxious.
In order to alleviate this spiritual and psychological emptiness, some people begin to cultivate all kinds of strange hobbies, others indulge in the ocean of knowledge and study madly, and the last type is to completely lie down and give up, constantly taking drugs and alcohol to numb themselves.
In just a few months, billions of people died from alcohol poisoning due to excessive drinking, and a similar number of people died from overeating.
In addition, there are also many deaths caused by excessive indulgence such as stroke, and death caused by chasing excitement and playing various extreme sports.
It turns out that for humans, simply satisfying their material needs to a large extent cannot make them feel happy and satisfied.
However, Zuo Si obviously had no intention of interfering, but instead provided whatever these people wanted.
As long as it does not affect or interfere with other people, you can enjoy full freedom whether it is self-harm or suicide.
"A social...experiment?!"
Saskell keenly grasped a key word, and an expression of sudden enlightenment appeared on his face.
She had wondered before why the human inhabitants of this planet were so different from those under the rule of other empires. Not only did they not need to work, but they didn't even have the concept of money. They could get whatever they needed from the corresponding places. It was simply the ideal paradise described in the Greatest Good.
But now that we know that all this was done deliberately by Zuo Si, everything immediately makes sense.
Only a god-like being can single-handedly establish a country of absolute equality and freedom that would never exist under normal circumstances.
Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "Yes, a very important and interesting social experiment.
It will ultimately prove how high the human race can theoretically reach.
Okay, since you're fine, I'll leave first.
When you get a reply from the Supreme Ethers, we will continue to talk about the future of Titanium civilization.
Be careful these days. I am not sure if those mad dogs of the Inquisition will get angry and send assassins to kill you."