I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early-Chapter 632 - 458: Ten Thousand Years is Too Long; Seize the Day and Night_2

Chapter 632 -458: Ten Thousand Years is Too Long; Seize the Day and Night_2

“Nothing much, go on and enjoy yourselves,” Lu Yuan waved at them.

Just then, the communicator in his pocket suddenly rang. Lu Yuan did not dare to delay and hurriedly answered the call. A call from the secretary’s office came through, “Commander Lu, the representatives from the Underground Alliance have arrived.”

“Alright, I’m on my way,” Lu Yuan patted the Little Mirage Dragon beneath him.

It was swift and soon he was floating towards the “Exchange Zone.”

Many government officials were receiving the allies from the Underground Alliance. This gathering had brought together over five thousand people including scientists, engineers, and soldiers.

It was truly a grand exchange event!

Near Green Grass City, there was actually another small city with an area of roughly 40 square kilometers, divided into an upper and a lower level, totaling 80 square kilometers.

This was the promise made by Humans from the beginning—to allocate a small city to the Underground Alliance using their surplus productive capacity.

Now, that small city had been completely shaped, and even the “Solid” engravings were carved on the walls for them.

Of course, furniture, water, and electricity and other internal structures were not provided, what was given was essentially a large unfinished building.

This large group of guests was here to take over that small city.

This inspection took half a day. Every corner was scrutinized, and only when no issues were found did the Underground Alliance finally feel at ease.

“We hold the fellowship of your civilization in our heart, may our friendship transcend time and space and last forever!” The Chairman of the Underground Alliance had changed, now it was the Cross-eyed Elder.

This big-headed individual excitedly said: “This city fully meets the standards set at the beginning, the subsequent expansion we will handle on our own…”

“When is your civilization setting off?”

Lu Yuan responded, “After discussions, we decided to set off on the 30th of next month…”

“Isn’t that a bit hasty? You could actually stay another fifty years and wait for the next Insect Tide, and there would be another huge harvest,” invited the Cross-eyed Elder hospitably.

Indeed, just last year, a massive skirmish erupted in the Insect Nest, leading to a massive death toll among the Rift Worm Clan!

With the reduction of the Insect Race, the Greedy Demon God went on another spree of embezzlement.

The income this time was actually less than the first because the Legendary and Superior mushrooms grow very slowly; 50 years simply wasn’t enough, but still nearly ten thousand Spirit Essence were obtained!

With this, the Spirit Essence in his possession had accumulated to 23,000—a considerable number indeed.

Additionally, Lu Yuan had another 30,000 Spirit Essence in stock, making a total of 53,000. Indeed, his net worth was quite astonishing!

However, the amount of “Luck” had not increased significantly because during the last rescue of Yunhai City, he had consumed a full 5 points of “Luck,” which would take more than twenty years to replenish!

“Luck” truly is the most precious resource.

Both Humans and the Underground Alliance had reaped significant gains in the mushroom-harvesting strategy.

That is to say, staying in this rift would bring a large harvest every 50-100 years, unimaginably rich!

But Lu Yuan decisively shook his head, refusing the other’s proposal: “This place is indeed great, but it’s too comfortable…”

“This is my intuition; we shouldn’t be greedy for these resources, we must witness a bigger world.”

He gazed towards the distant horizon: “Once you stop, it’s very difficult to start again. Like a marathon runner who stops can never run again.”

The Cross-eyed Elder said, “Your civilization, it’s already a Third-level Civilization, correct? Your technologies are much stronger than our alliance, and you also have a high proportion of Divine Skills…”

“Third-level Civilization is far from enough,” Lu Yuan sighed, “We must look further ahead. Civilizations on the scale of the Gear Civilization are now gone without a trace.”

“Clinging to this money tree, can we really survive the Epoch Disaster? How long would we have to wait? Better to set off right away.”

The assembly from the Underground Alliance was at a loss for words, followed by a collective sigh.

The total output of the rift is roughly ten thousand Spirit Essence every fifty years, quite stable.

The ten thousand that the Greedy Demon God robbed by force were those from the deeper layers; Humans and the Underground Alliance harvested the shallower ones, without interfering with each other.

The Rift Worm Clan actually consumes over 90% of the mushrooms themselves, and humans and the Underground Alliance only took the chance to steal a bit of the leftovers after the Insect Tide—thinking of waging a real war against the Insect Race is utterly fanciful!

An additional income of Spirit Essence spread over fifty years amounts to just 200 points per year…

For a Second-level Civilization, 200 a year is definitely more than comfortable, but for a Third-level Civilization, it’s somewhat insignificant since the current human productivity has already surpassed this figure.

So this money tree is indeed relaxing, but it’s not necessary to stagnate here for a mere yearly income of two hundred Spirit Essence.

Besides, staying in one place for too long always leads to complacency creeping into one’s mind—such is human nature.

Especially with the decline of the “Heavenly Court Myth” and the unsolved mystery of the Epoch Disaster, a new chapter has truly opened in the recognition of the cruelty of disasters—the march forward must not stop!

Lu Yuan smiled and explained, “You don’t need to overly admire us humans, nobody dislikes comfort.”

“But our previous generations have actually suffered hardships and had ample fighting spirit. As for the next generation of children… Well, they are indeed excellent, but they haven’t really experienced the cruelty and malevolence of the world, so they are a bit naive.”

“Especially after a long association with you, they really think this world is full of joy and everyone can live in harmony.”

“The stronger the civilization, the more caution it must exercise, never relaxing for a moment.”

The Cross-eyed Elder also smiled wryly: “Yes, the earlier generations of your civilization were indeed vibrant and full of vitality.”

Lu Yuan hurriedly said, “No, no, no, your alliance is also excellent. Surviving in the war definitely signifies a fighting will.”

“It’s just that they need to be made to understand the reasons… only then can they set their sights on the long run.”

Both sides exchanged a few rounds of flattery.

The Underground Alliance should indeed be grateful to humans; a small cave in exchange for so much knowledge.

As long as they can elevate this small city, they can truly be considered a genuine Second-level Civilization.

But when can the Underground Alliance move towards the distance?

The Cross-eyed Elder doesn’t know.

The Minotaur doesn’t know, nor does the Dark Steel Civilization.

Who would willingly give up an extra income of two hundred Spirit Essence a year? It has already formed an industry chain, on which millions of Farmers depend for their livelihood.

If it’s forgone, what happens to these people’s employment?

Many times, internal problems are often harder to solve than external problems.

The guests of the Underground Alliance all fell silent, pondering this issue.

During the following feast, toasts were exchanged, songs enchanting, and dances graceful.

The Elf girls of the Dark Steel Civilization are indeed beautiful, their tap dancing full of artistic flair.

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“I finally understand why those guys want to clone the Green Grass Sister… a bunch of lascivious demons.” Lu Yuan thought to himself deep inside.

And the Tauren Chief was still bragging loudly, “We will also set off! We will definitely depart and not linger here long!”

“Human brothers, we will meet again in the next ten thousand years, and we Minotaurs will surprise you!”

“Ten thousand years is too long; we only care about the present.” The Rat Artisan, Shu Gongye, was also drinking until his eyes were blurry.

Even then, the Tauren issued a duel invitation on the spot.

However, the Underground Alliance has not yet developed a Field, so they can only temporarily remain at the Extraordinary Level 5 stage.

A bull and a human lieutenant colonel began to spar, and the “thwack thwack thwack” of strikes resounded lively.

Unconsciously, Lu Yuan felt a bit drunk, and a touch of sadness emerged.

“There is no peace in the world, no friendship between civilizations”—to hell with that!

When will there be another chance to enjoy such a convivial gathering again?