Chapter 1167: Chapter 1167

1167: Chapter 1153 Feeding the Fish 1167: Chapter 1153 Feeding the Fish “Is this enough…”

Fishman Leader Shackda looked tense.

He had already opened his treasury and placed in front of Lu a number of “useless junk” he deemed unnecessary.

Around the city were clearly valuable specialty goods, various deep-sea salvages, and the collection in this leader’s “treasury” far exceeded expectations.

Gazing at the small mountain before him, even the ever stoic Lu felt a twinge of astonishment.

“There are so many pollutants, too…”

Amongst the pile of sealed “pollutants,” he casually found two Taboo items identified as “Gold-tier” by his panel.

He had underestimated the accumulation of this city over hundreds of years.

The vast ocean, ancient ruins, and the continuous warfare ultimately shaped this world.

“Why, when the indigenous people here are so weak, has this world not fallen?”

Before humans arrived, this world was already mired in despair, yet there were always survivors, and it had never completely succumbed.

But upon closer inspection, the reason is quite simple.

On one hand, the world is vast enough, with a rich foundation and broad seas offering enough strategic depth, and on the other hand, the main reason lies elsewhere…..

“…..Many….battlefields…..pick-ups…..”

Shackda spoke in halting phrases, uttering some rather helpless words.

Before the arrival of humans, this place was actually a three-way powerhouse struggle – the Abyssal Insect Race, Octopus Forces, and Fire-lineage Gray Dwarves.

In their eyes, only each other existed, while the indigenous people were considered extinct.

In fact, this judgment was not wrong.

The Long Hand Clan, having lost “civilization” and “technology,” no longer had the means to resist, and the more helpless fact was that their technological weapons from their heyday were no match for The Three Great Disasters.

Thus, outsiders naturally did not fear their resurgence.

Their enemies had always been each other.

In this process, the continuous pressure from the other two species made the Octopus increase their troops, which led to the birth of the world’s new dominant species – the descendants of the originally controlled Eight-clawed Race and their offspring.

With the average lifespan of the Mortal race, the war has lasted much too long, changing through many generations, thus there were countless deserters and refugees, as well as too many “missing persons.”

On the other hand, the reproductive capacity of the Fishman is astounding, ultimately creating the new main species of this world – the Fishmen who suffer beatings daily.

They hid at the edge of the battlefield, avoiding the conflict as much as possible, but inevitably became involved.

The most resistant, in the pursuit of their own free will, even waged war against the Octopus regime, but others were once again coerced into joining.

“…..The Goods you’ve provided exceed my value.

Um, I don’t have equivalent Goods left.

How about I give you some of our currency?

That way, you can purchase what you need in our city,”

Lu Ping’an pondered for a moment and spoke as if he’d had a sudden bout of conscience.

But in reality, some things are priceless, and he could never truly buy Rule-Level items at market prices.

Giving out human currency was simply part of the plan; receiving goods, understanding the culture and ethnic symbols within them…

but compared to the “slyness” of accepting currency, it truly was only a small fraction.

Once you have money, you naturally want to spend it, and in the process, as you see others’ riches and grand houses, and then look back on your own cold den, you naturally feel a disparity, a longing.

And this is truly a beginning.

After these Fishmen begin to accept human currency on a large scale, they naturally end up using their consumption and income to pay for the human industries, leading to a full and in-depth integration and control.

Of course, Lu Ping’an didn’t go too far; at least he didn’t come up with something like the African Franc…

ahem, Mercury 42 Exclusive Coin.

He took out the Professional Credit Coins, which are increasingly becoming a hard currency with rising value.

In fact, as these “Currencies” travel with each professional and with the expansion of Earth’s powers to worlds Outside the Domain, they gradually gained purchasing power in various Star-zones, slowly overcoming the predicament of being valuable but unable to buy quality goods.

In some sense, it can be regarded as a star area colony, using “value (goods)” to offset the hyperinflation of the currency.

Lu Ping’an using credit-coins is already a sign of extreme conscience, and even so, he has made a killing.

But he doesn’t worry at all that the Fishmen who will later learn about all this will hold a grudge against him…

In fact, he’s confident that he will be recorded in their “history books,” most likely with a good reputation.

“Of course, I’ll make some profit, because if I don’t make a fortune, there won’t be any more customers on this trade route…”

Lu Ping’an spoke bluntly, not hiding the fact that he was exchanging “glass beads” for “gems”…

But not only did the other party have no choice, but they were also worried that Lu Ping’an wouldn’t earn enough, and that he/other people wouldn’t come a second time.

He even took the initiative to give the other party a sea chart, marked with his own safe shipping route and the coordinates of some human cities.

“With these coins, you can buy a carload of these snacks…

Uh, if it were in our homeland, actually, the local food prices are a bit inflated, I would suggest that you buy some industrial facilities to improve the local living conditions.”

Quite easily, Lu Ping’an became the local “super VIP.”

He even shared some of the value of his own currency with the other party, after all, this couldn’t be hidden for long, since there were Fishmen already living in human cities.

Perhaps in the beginning, not much of the goods were purchased, and only a portion of the Fishmen had them.

But the inclinations of the upper layers can influence the common members of their species, and when the people above are using the fresh novelties of humans, they would naturally inquire and try to possess them.

The composition of these refugees is too mixed; on his way, Lu Ping’an couldn’t even count how many ethnic groups he saw, and the high-level bureaucrats under the lord’s command were from over a dozen species, indistinguishable from each other.

Most of them had lost their own culture and heritage, so, I, Lu Ping’an, will give them a new culture.

As they use human currency, trade with humans, and mimic human ways of survival, they naturally become “foreign humans,” at least linked to this war machine.

Most humans wouldn’t feel sad over the death of two insects; the hidden premise of their outrage over the injury or death of a child is that they see the victim as one of their own kind.

Those who commit the cruelest deeds, who possess to some extent a nature of racism and exclusivity, think “they’re not the same kind but animals,” and naturally feel justified in doing whatever they want to them…

This kind of self-deceiving, frenzied brainwashing has recurred throughout history, causing deep sighs of regret.

What Lu Ping’an is doing now is just the beginning, just the start of integrating all scattered ethnic groups in this world.

This is not entirely impossible because there is always “a common enemy” that threatens all indigenous life forms; standing against The Three Great Disasters is naturally being “one of us.”

Looking at the results, it is because of these “public enemies” that the Long Hand Clan and the Exotic Realm species get along quite well.

Then, with the premise of “joint subsistence, joint defense against external enemies,” the focus is on what Lu Ping’an is doing now, “establishing a community of shared interests,” and truly binding all ethnic groups to the human war machine.

These events may be destined to happen, but as long as Lu Ping’an, this “human high-level,” actively participates, they will happen much sooner, and at least in the early stages, they are controllable.

Your Excellency, I wonder if our food meets your taste?”

As a VIP, Lu Ping’an naturally received the enthusiastic hospitality of the local Fishmen.

However, seeing the female Fishmen performing strange dances in front of him, occasionally blowing bubbles to evoke true screams (Fish: What a lecherous creature), Lu Ping’an felt increasingly awkward.

But he knows even better that some things are bound to happen…

How about our new generation’s martial arts performance?

Would you be interested in giving some pointers?”

Sure enough, some Fish Heads were getting restless.

This also fit their logic, if one doesn’t have the ability to protect themselves, then your goods are naturally mine, and what’s next might not just be a total looting, but possibly a direct attack on the homeland’s cities.

Civilization or barbarism, it may just depend on whether the opponent has a sharp enough sword.

“Of course, some of my subordinates are quite interested in you all as well.”