Chapter 920: Chapter 920

920: Chapter 906 A Beautiful World 920: Chapter 906 A Beautiful World “…It is indeed an era and world to be envied, especially when I discovered that they’ve been so ‘complacent’ for at least three thousand years…”

Communicating with the Feather Tribe…

and this entire world, has been pleasant.

When the young man entered this world as a spy, he was prepared to kill and silence from the very beginning, and having experienced the conflicts of planes, ethnic groups, religions, and crimes, he was mentally prepared to cross the line if necessary for his objectives.

Survival competition has always been the theme of the Multi-universe, and to stay alive, many things can be slightly overlooked…

An Nan, I made extra roast meat, I’ll send you some later.”

An Nan, the business ideas you gave me last time were really good, my turnover has increased by 20%, this is your dividend.

Are you coming for a drink at my place today?”

An Nan, there might be strong winds in a couple of days, remember to reinforce your roof and close the doors and windows tightly…”

An Nan, can you help me read this letter, I have two big fish as a reward…”

Along the way, Lu Ping’an received too much kindness.

This kindness and peaceful life made him…

“…I feel a bit disgusted.

Especially when I realize that it was the most sincere goodwill, without a hint of self-interest or scheming…”

In stories and movies, there are recurrent plotlines where a cold-blooded killer or villain is transformed by the kindness of good neighbors, and stripping away the artistic flourishes, such transformations are indeed possible…

“The luckless souls who lack love cannot handle genuine care, and to the despicable me, it looks like a bunch of rich people who are so prosperous they can afford to exhibit their tolerance and benevolence…”

Lu Ping’an is not an extremist who believes in the innate evil of humanity; on the contrary, he’s an “idealist” who believes that what makes us human is the potential to overcome our animal instincts.

But the more he understands this, the more he cannot stand everything that’s happening in front of him…

“The worlds under the Twelve-Pillar, they are just too blessed…”

Lu Ping’an has experienced both the normal Earth and ‘Polluted Earth,’ and he is more capable than others at understanding the impression of “Chaos Times.”

In the new Earth, you shouldn’t venture out at night, nor should you casually show goodwill to strangers, as you might receive not a kind reciprocation but a deadly calamity.

What the Special Service Team experiences every day severely tests Lu Ping’an’s three principles and expectations for the lowest limits of humanity…

those pursuing extremes often only need one unfortunate encounter and a bad day to degenerate into minions of Evil Gods and criminals.

Temptation is omnipresent, and Cultists are very adept at exploiting human weaknesses, and the very people who seek happiness and ideals often fall prey and end up as extremists.

Lu Ping’an looked at the thick case files and always had a misconception, feeling as if misfortune might strike at any moment…

Don’t think about it, because the thoughts of Mortals bring monsters, demons, and ghosts.

Don’t try to understand, because the analysis of Contamination only brings disaster.

Try to stay far away, even if you can’t escape, at least you can live longer than other Life…

Don’t hate those who have abandoned you, because they are also trying to survive, and even if they betray the ethical bottom line, they might not live longer than you.

“Here, it’s too blissful.”

Perhaps there is war, massacre, and crime here as well, but there’s no need to fear night-time visitors, no need for Evil Gods brought by extreme ideologies, no need to worry about outsiders, no worry about suddenly occurring Exotic Realm Secret Realms…

Crafts from small workshops can be self-sufficient, land so fertile even beggars can be well-fed, and the extremely peaceful farming life has managed to achieve prosperity.

Three thousand years of peaceful living, in the eyes of those from the Foreign Domain, is happiness to a luxurious extent, happiness that incites indignation…

“I don’t know what this feels like, Meow, it’s really annoying, Meow.”

Even Meow is inexplicably annoyed, which shows that some people are probably just a little jealous.

If it were Earth, a stranger like Lu Ping’an would probably have been vetted long ago.

Now even elementary school students know that if an outsider can’t answer basic questions and always is babbling about ‘non-common sense’ stuff, they must immediately report to the Special Service Team; either they’re Cultists or undocumented from the Exotic Realm, and if left unchecked, they’ll inevitably cause trouble.

And those professionals, while they gain respect for their strength, also evoke fear…

every professional is an unexploded bomb, especially the older ones, God knows what day they won’t be able to take it anymore and directly transform into Demons.

The feelings ordinary people have towards professionals are quite complex, envying their high income and exciting lives, envying their ability to protect themselves and their families…

However, if possible, they would prefer to stay as far away from these time bombs as they can.

Over the years, even though the Official has tried to minimize reporting on situations of professionals going Out of Control, with the spread of new media and various rumors, some things still can’t be hidden…

As long as one or two cases of professionals going out of control are witnessed, then trust is completely shattered.

The high divorce and single rates among professionals are in a sense a helpless reality.

And the Extraordinary here…

“…ways of cultivation?

There are many, the city has specialized Martial-arts Halls, and I personally recommend going to the big brands, but taking a few shortcuts in the early stages isn’t a bad thing, it just means wasting a bit more time.

The foundation you build, the sweat you shed, will not be in vain…”

Well, they’re actually openly selling them, it’s as if they’ve become “martial arts sects.”

And the other party’s belief that “effort will surely bring rewards” made Lu Ping’an feel subtly uneasy.

In this world, Extraordinary…

or rather Magic Guide Knights, are also a profession.

Once they reach a certain level, they’re somewhat akin to nobility, able to enjoy higher treatment and social status.

Of course, they seem to pay a price, needing to hunt materials from Demons, but compared to the risks faced by professionals, it’s negligible.

They don’t need to worry about going out of control because they simply can’t.

Just training allows them to improve steadily…

“Ask about their high-level…”

Big Cat timely spoke up, helping Lu Ping’an clarify his thoughts.

Fortunately, there’s a trade-off, as the laziness of their nature, in another aspect, means a lower efficiency of improvement.

The female Knight mentioned the Great Knight, who possesses the trait of “making the impossible possible,” which should actually be a feature of Decree-level, and there are only three in the entire city: one City Lord and one Head of Public Security.

But, after a little calculation, Lu Ping’an still found it utterly ridiculous.

Because the proportion of their Professional Warriors was incredibly low…

a city, apparently with a population of hundreds of thousands, astonishingly only had a few hundred people in the Knight team.

Indeed, if there’s no need to consider the various rampant “contaminations,” these people, just hunting some Demons, indeed, would be sufficient.

In a world that was quite peaceful, excess military force would only be a burden on societal development, a non-productive and dangerous element…

“What a luxurious worry indeed!”

At this moment, even Lu Ping’an couldn’t help but mock and smack his lips in sarcasm.

On the other hand, through deep communication, Lu Ping’an also noticed some other issues.

“So, in their eyes, am I a noble?”

Lu Ping’an’s attire was already extremely destitute, yet one thing made him instantly become a golden bachelor in the eyes of the Feather-tribe.

sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

The female Knight who looked anything but ordinary, could only write her own name.

Knowledge, monopolized by the upper echelons?

Or rather, has the overly peaceful life turned knowledge into a “deadly poison,” a potential catalyst for social and ideological revolutions?

No one could give a clear answer to this question; what Lu Ping’an saw was that the young Knights, other than the Captain who could write a few common “killed how many” and “basic arithmetic within three digits,” were considered illiterate in his eyes.

Was this him, buying expensive local study materials to blend in with the local environment and employing his Scholar Ability to learn basic language and writing in two days, now of scholarly prodigy level locally?

“Being literate is enough to earn a living?

What level of knowledge monopoly is this?”

Naturally, from the results, forget about high-end jobs like “literary creation,” even “counting” or “reading public notices” are respectable jobs in this society.

In their eyes, the fact that Lu Ping’an could read and write and scribble meant that, even if he were a fourth-rate creator, he was probably the son of a family that owned mines or even cities…

Without significant family wealth or power, it would be impossible for children to learn arts and literature from a young age.

Extremely so, each household probably had so-called heirlooms and ancestral teachings spanning centuries, yet here, they had lived for thousands of years without illness or disaster.

The entire history of Earth probably doesn’t even amount to a thousand years of peace…

“All thanks to ‘Firebird’; if it wasn’t for Firebird…”

This hypothesis is impossible to stand, even if Earth were destroyed, the Firebird would probably still exist.

He shook his head; at least this bizarre social atmosphere was a great boon for him, a spy…

after all, in such a society, even if spies came, they wouldn’t know what they could uncover.

And the so-called cultivation cheatsheet he was studying in his hands was incredibly cheap, yet it was feared the reader wouldn’t understand, so it contained only extremely simple illustrations…

“…alright, I’ve learned it.

It truly is the kind of martial skill that ‘even monkeys can learn in a day’.”