Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

"Yes! Genuine faith!" Kiro Lan's eyes lit up, feeling a slight surprise in her heart upon discovering that the adult shared the same thoughts as her.

Bai E continued along his own line of reasoning, "Perhaps, we should make them believe... in the power of technology?"

The reason for my rapid rise was the "lucky strike" cheat, the player characteristic system panel, and the NPC identity that could interact with players. These were my own unique traits that could not be replicated and applied equally to everyone.

Therefore, it was clearly impossible for everyone to reach my level.

But technology could...

The function of technology was to give every person an equal opportunity for the future.

Supporting the dissemination of technology, allowing everyone to enjoy the convenience and power of technology, and attempting to let technology's glory shine upon everyone might enable those lost souls to break free from their confusion and believe in the power humanity can possess.

"Perhaps, we could establish a department similar to a technological sect, to unconditionally disseminate a large amount of basic knowledge useful for their lives, to cultivate more grass-roots intellectuals, and to provide everyone with regular caring conversations ideologically..."

Watching Bai E, who became more articulate and seemingly excited as he spoke, Kiro Lan just pursed her lips with a smile, remaining silent.

Belief... in technology?

No!

The genuine faith I desire is in you!

In the deep despair, technology cannot create any miracles.

But if it's you, you always find a way to lead everyone out of suffering.

'After all... the one who led us out of the abyss of despair and away from suffering was you, the only deity in my heart!'

Kiro Lan's gaze grew even more tender, quietly listening to Bai E articulate his "strong nation through technology" vision.

Perhaps Bai E had never spoken to her about his plans to usurp the city, but she had always been paying close attention to his every move.

The mass production of artificial humans and the close attention paid to them were, in any case, indicative of wanting to cultivate one's own power.

Knowing that the adult harbored intentions of taking the city, she had to now consider and address any potential problems he might encounter after the takeover.

A true deity would never elevate themselves to the heights of a "god," but that's alright, I will take care of all that for you.

...

The Arbitration Place, usually bustling with activity, had recently developed a somewhat strange atmosphere.

Within the towering and imposing structure of the Arbitration Place, the executors swept their gazes over each other, their eyes betraying a mix of wariness and an eagerness to test each other.

The confessor responsible for ensuring the psychological health of all officers within the Arbitration Place scanned the familiar faces of his colleagues with an odd look, contemplating whether it was necessary to conduct a complete spiritual cleansing for these folks to ensure they hadn't gradually lost their initial purpose in their prolonged battle against demons.

After all, the state of these people seemed a bit abnormal at the moment.

Even in front of his very eyes, two executors who usually had little interaction locked eyes for a few seconds, then moved together to a dimly lit corner, cautiously whispering some secret and private words.

'I really want to hear what they are saying...'

Never before had the confessor felt such a desire to understand his colleagues' psychological state.

So, he decided to request permission from his superiors to conduct individual psychological counseling for these grassroots executors.

The palace of the Judgment Chief Nolanitz was always cold and solemn, with the aging figure seated on the high pedestal shrouded in shadows, always leaving an impression of silence and seriousness on every member of the Arbitration Place.

This concern made the confessor's voice cautious and tentative as he addressed the Judgment Chief. "Judgment Chief, I've observed that everyone in the Place seems to be preoccupied today, so I came to request a session of psychological counseling for everyone soon. I wonder if…"

"There is no need," Nolanitz the Judgment Chief interrupted, "I am already aware of the matter, and there's no need for you to trouble yourself."

"This…" The confessor was taken aback, instinctively wanting to add an explanation, but ultimately, unable to say more under the Chief's austere presence, he had no choice but to turn and leave dejectedly.

After the confessor left the palace in silence, another middle-aged man emerged from behind the towering iron seat of Nolanitz, "You knew about this situation in advance?"

Nolanitz, leaning against the iron seat with his eyes nearly closed as if on the verge of sleep, replied in a peaceful tone, "Franca had already informed me."

That was one of the reasons why he appreciated the young lady. She knew what could be done and what could not, and for matters that were ambiguous, she often sought his opinion.

"Are you really that confident letting that young lady lead so many on a wild venture? They are heading into the high-dimensional space we've never clarified, what if they…"

"Should we let the places we've never clarified forever remain shrouded in fog?" Nolanitz sighed softly, "Young people are eager to advance, daring to do what we old folks wouldn't dare. That's a good thing. If we all cling to old customs, the Empire will only decline step by step. Moreover, we old folks might not necessarily be more capable than these youngsters. Apart from a bit more experience, affected by the high-dimensional space's corruption even deeper, we have no more advantage than them."