System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 783 - 325: Fourth-level Civilization "Nia Civilization" (Requesting Monthly Votes)_3
The resources in the universe are always limited.
The wars between all civilizations can actually be traced back to the scarcity of resources. When resources in a region have been nearly exhausted, expansion outward becomes inevitable.
Wars often bring about destruction and resurgence.
The annihilation and emergence of numerous civilizations maintain a delicate balance in the universe.
This is the cosmic trend!
Under such a trend, it is simply unrealistic to be a neutral and peaceful civilization. Your love for peace is useless; other civilizations will definitely attack you. The only way to be a peaceful civilization is to flee in space, like the Third-level Civilization "Starfire Civilization."
However, such civilizations have nearly zero means to acquire resources and the power of battle is even less worth mentioning. Were it not for the lack of rules for civilization downgrading, one might doubt whether the Starfire Civilization could maintain the dignity of a Third-level Civilization.
Even so, it’s not absolutely safe.
For example...
Like before, when passing near or inside a civilization, if discovered, it would inexorably face a fate of annihilation. To truly survive in the universe, simply avoiding war cannot solve the fundamental problem!
One must become strong, strong enough!
Let your civilization ascend to the apex step by step, ascend to an invincible peak, only then can it be truly carefree!
Just like below—
The cosmic-level Doomsday is about to arrive.
Train Captains with some strength can still struggle a bit, while many ordinary people have fallen into despair. They don’t even have means to escape, with many losing their minds and committing acts outside the law.
At this moment on the streets below.
Countless screams and cries are heard.
A multitude wielding blades and weapons pillage shops on the streets, death, slaughter, rape, roars, screams; countless negative events become the main theme of this city, and pedestrians who have gone on a killing spree even begin to slaughter each other without any hatred.
Doomsday has yet to truly arrive.
Quite a few have died because of it.
Many are trying to curry favor with Train Captains, hoping to be taken along in the escape, while others try to run toward the city’s wasteland or hide in air raid shelters trying to avoid the catastrophe.
He didn’t intervene, just quietly observed.
This scene is merely a small snapshot of one among nearly ten thousand civilizations, playing out in many places. He couldn’t take care of everything, nor does he want to.
He had thought that after leaving the Water Blue Star, Doomsday was already over.
Next was his interstellar journey.
But who knew, when he truly stood here for the first time as a Civilization Leader to gaze into the deep universe, only to discover Doomsday had just begun; before a civilization stands at the pinnacle, Doomsday never ends.
It is ever-present.
Just at this moment—
Ai standing nearby once again passed the tablet over: "Train Captain, look at this report."
"Hmm?"
Chen Mang took the tablet and looked at the news in the center of the screen.
"The wise bird chooses a tree to nest, the loyal minister chooses a lord to serve, ’Insect Race loyalists of the Federation’ welcome everyone to join, even individuals can join, no matter what choice your civilization has made, you can have your own choice."
He initially planned to send all those civilizations clamoring to join to the front lines in a few days.
But...
Before he could take any action, these people acted themselves.
A large number of civilizations abandoned their own planets and rushed to the front lines, specifically the 27th galaxy, while those from the planets in the 27th galaxy, some stayed, others unwilling to stay yet too crowded without crisis, fled to planets of these civilizations.
It’s equivalent to both parties’ civilizations undergoing a massive blood transfusion.
Originally, those planets in the 27th galaxy are now overcrowded, even the wasteland is full of people.
"..."
Chen Mang sighed lightly: "Hard to imagine, these are civilizations, sounds like a village market rush, it’s too chaotic."
The reign of the Kasha Civilization ends.
Wormhole crossing now charges no fees.
Making cross-regional travel extremely convenient, numerous trains freely shuttling through wormholes, unmanaged, he temporarily refrains from intervening.
"Let’s go."
He shook his head without saying much, everyone’s choice is their own; he respects each person’s choice.
Just at this moment—
"Bang!"
The door to the rooftop behind was suddenly pushed open, revealing a young man in sportswear carrying a pile of flyers. He rushed out, panting, glanced at Chen Mang and the others, and finally locked his eyes on Chen Mang. He ran over and spoke hurriedly.
"Sir, I’ve been watching you from downstairs just now, you’ve been looking down on this city, probably wanting to jump to your death, right?"
"I am a real estate agent."
"Currently, the city’s housing prices have completely collapsed, countless people are frantically selling their assets, market prices instantly plummet to rock bottom, yet many are still buying. The current average price is only one percent of what it used to be, it’s truly a bargain now, sir, would you consider buying a few houses?"
"Even in death, being able to die in a house of your own counts as a life well-lived."
"The equivalent of a luxury tomb."
"What do you say, sir?"
"..."
Chen Mang was slightly taken aback, looking up and down at the young man before him, a real estate agent? At this time, there’s still a real estate agent?
