Chapter 222 He's Better at This Than Me!

Hán Xiāo spent two minutes browsing Sai'er V's proposal, casually handing the file to Loserlin and nodding, "It seems you're not planning to consult the Godoran people's opinions."

"Although this matter is beneficial to the future of civilization, the free will of most people can only hold us back. This plan must be pushed forward with dictatorial measures," Sai'er V spoke much more directly now that this was a private meeting without any recording.

Loserlin, who was beside him, finished reading the document at a glance, maintaining a calm and collected appearance. She nodded reservedly, "I understand your request. Are you sure you don't need to implant something else in the minds of the populace?"

Hearing this, Sai'er V wiped away a cold sweat. "No, no, eliminating discrimination is enough."

"Alright, merely eliminating discrimination is very simple for me."

Loserlin revealed a profound smile, causing Sai'er V to shudder inwardly.

Facing outsiders, Loserlin wasn't as casual as she was in front of Hán Xiāo. On the way, Hán Xiāo had already instructed her to maintain her imposing presence and not expose her true nature to scare Sai'er V. At this moment, Loserlin tapped her cheek with her finger, gazed at Sai'er V, and explained her thought process with an elegant smile.

"Black Star has already told me about the situation. According to my understanding, the root causes of the bloodline conflicts in your Godora are mainly threefold. First, the traditional concept of bloodline purity that has been passed down. Under the baptism of the interstellar environment, only a small portion of purebloods still stubbornly adhere to this view. I call this group the stubborn faction, and their thinking is the most difficult to reverse."

"Second, the discrimination arising from physiological differences stems from the instinctive aversion that intelligent beings have when seeing deformed and alien creatures. Perhaps some purebloods don't want to discriminate against mixed-bloods, but they can't help but feel disgusted when they see them. This is the reason for discrimination among most people. To reverse this, I think we need to start with aesthetics."

"Thirdly, the hatred accumulated from numerous conflicts caused by years of discrimination can be regarded as a legacy of history. Moreover, due to discrimination, the average social status of purebloods is higher than that of mixed-bloods, and they have more say in various industries, which can be seen as class conflict. Although I can temporarily suppress this hatred, if you don't change the status quo, the conflict will re-emerge in the long run."

Sai'er V's head swam as he listened.

In his eyes, each of these three factors was an almost unsolvable problem. Just listening to Loserlin's analysis made him feel incredibly troubled, and he once again doubted the feasibility of this plan.

Loserlin seemed to see through his worries and said calmly, "Optimistically speaking, it would take at least decades to dilute these problems using conventional methods. But now that I'm here, I can shorten this process by thousands or even tens of thousands of times. The first two points are the main problems. As long as we solve the problems of the stubborn faction and aesthetics, the class contradictions will gradually improve."

Sai'er V took a deep breath, stood up, and bowed deeply to Hán Xiāo and Loserlin, performing a common interstellar greeting.

"I beg you!"

…

In the morning, warm yellow sunlight awakened the sleeping city.

In a commercial plaza on the Godoran homeworld, high-rise buildings stood tall, and floating vehicles shuttled between them. From the open-air platforms extending from the high-rise buildings, passersby wearing flight runes would occasionally take off or land, presenting a bustling and busy scene.

At this moment, a long queue was forming at a floating bus stop on an open-air platform. It was the morning rush hour for office workers, and these Godoran gold-skins, who were preparing to go to work, were waiting for public transportation.

The productivity of a galactic civilization was enough to support lazy, stay-at-home slobs, but the homeworld, as the capital of the civilization, had always maintained its vigorous vitality. Those who settled on the homeworld were high-quality laborers who were willing to work diligently, unlike the fringe areas such as the Goting colony, which were lifeless, full of slobs, and had no concept of "going to work."

Rúdí was standing in the middle of the queue, dressed neatly and looking like a social elite. However, unlike the surrounding Godorans, he didn't have outer ears; the area where his ears should have been was a spiraling hole. Nor did he braid his hair and tie ornaments like other Godorans, because his hair didn't grow long. His facial features were more spaced out, making him look quite out of place and his appearance very different.

He was the only mixed-blood in the entire queue.

Rúdí could feel the gazes, both obvious and subtle, cast from all around, hiding a faint sense of exclusion. His face was expressionless, and he stared straight ahead, as if his heart was as still as water and he didn't care at all. In reality, he hoped that the floating bus would arrive immediately in the next second so that he wouldn't have to endure being watched like this, like an animal in a zoo.

Rúdí was already sixty-three years old, which, according to the lifespan of Godorans, was just the middle of his life. He was an employee of a large corporation, with many years of experience and a considerable income. Logically speaking, he should have the status of the middle class in society. However, his appearance had brought him ubiquitous potential obstacles. He knew that his current position was basically the limit, and he wouldn't be promoted again.

What he hated most every day was going out to work, not because the work was hard, but because going to work meant that he had to socialize and endure all kinds of strange gazes. Every day, he endured tremendous psychological pressure, but he couldn't show any emotion on his face. Countless times, he would wake up in the middle of the night and sit in the dark, thinking that he might as well resign. Why should he humiliate himself?

But every time he saw his sleeping wife beside him, Rúdí would dispel this idea.

His wife was a beautiful pureblood. Back then, his wife had disregarded her family's objections and married him, a mixed-blood, and bore him two children. After many years of marriage, his wife's family still treated him coldly, and his wife rarely complained. For the sake of his family, Rúdí didn't dare to resign and could only silently and quietly vent his anxiety and boredom in the time it took to burn a cigarette.

For him, life was a stagnant pool, like a gray silent film that was repeated every day. Only when he saw the smiling faces of his wife and children when he got home would he regain color and sound. Rúdí no longer had any expectations for the future. Not seeing the road ahead was actually beautiful. What was terrifying was a life that could be seen to the end at a glance.

Rúdí smiled self-deprecatingly. At this moment, two people behind him suddenly started chatting, and their conversation reached his ears.

"Did you hear? Some time ago, the leader of DarkStar was caught, declaring the complete destruction of the DarkStar organization."

"That's been more than half a month. Of course I know."

"Hehe, there are reports saying that the trial of the DarkStar leader has ended and he has been locked up in the Rainbow Light Prison."

"I don't know about that. Tell me about it…"

Listening to the conversation behind him that was deliberately meant for him to hear, Rúdí could only pretend not to hear.

Because of the existence of DarkStar, mixed-bloods had suffered more criticism. After the destruction of the DarkStar organization, purebloods had more than once intentionally or unintentionally mentioned DarkStar in front of him, as if it were a kind of mockery and irony.

Rúdí didn't agree with DarkStar's ideals. He, a mixed-blood who longed for stability, even loathed DarkStar's actions. But in the eyes of the purebloods, it seemed that every mixed-blood worshiped DarkStar, and the destruction of DarkStar was equivalent to the failure of the mixed-bloods. Therefore, they could adopt the posture of victors and feel proud.

Just then, a virtual screen projection rose between the distant high-rise buildings, attracting everyone's attention.

On the virtual screen, the figure of Sai'er V appeared. He faced the camera with a serious face, sitting upright, as if he had something important to announce.

The same scene appeared in cities on every Godoran colony planet. The government was issuing an announcement to the entire civilization.

Under the spotlight, Sai'er V slowly opened his mouth.

"Today, on behalf of the Godoran government, I announce an important decision. In order to avoid the tragedy of DarkStar from happening again, we have decided to accept the help of the Purple Crystal Civilization and use unconventional means to deal with our long-standing bloodline discrimination problem…"

Sai'er V recited the prepared speech with great emotion, describing the situation in a lengthy manner as the Purple Crystal Civilization taking the initiative to offer help, and that he had decided to accept the help after careful consideration. He beautified his words to minimize the public's sense of rejection.

However, all Godorans were still stunned by the news, and there was silence.

It wasn't until a few seconds after the news ended that countless people woke up from their dreams and erupted in an uproar that shook the sky.

"That's too sudden! There was no warning at all!"

"Are they going to brainwash us!"

"Why must our views be twisted? Freedom of will cannot be violated! Is Sai'er V crazy?"

"Will there be any side effects?"

"Is this the meaning of the Purple Crystal Civilization? Maybe it's reliable."

The surrounding Godorans talked and reacted differently, but most of them were shocked and dissatisfied.

Rúdí didn't participate in the discussion. His eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

At this moment, he only felt that his numb heart, which had been numb for a long time, seemed to have been injected with vitality again, beating violently.

His stagnant future seemed to have cracked a gap, revealing the dawn of drastic change.

…

On this day, the networks of contacts in all walks of life in Godora were mobilized, inquiring about the government's intentions from various channels, and people were panicking.

No one wanted others to tamper with their thoughts, even if it was a great thing that would benefit the collective. Individual will rebounded as expected, but Sai'er V promised subsidies, promised tax cuts, and promised all kinds of benefits after accepting the "discrimination transformation" plan, but he just didn't give the public the option to refuse.

The Internet was in an uproar, and protest marches in the real world sprung up like mushrooms after rain. Sai'er V's plan caused a shock throughout society, but he insisted on going his own way.

With the intervention of the Purple Crystal, internal resistance was forcibly suppressed, and the huge government machine operated according to his will.

The upper class of society was basically controlled by purebloods. These people possessed enormous power and were mostly stubborn. They hadn't received any news beforehand either. Although they hated Sai'er V's plan, they didn't immediately jump out to object, but instead calmly observed the situation. As a result, external resistance didn't intensify either.

The name of the Purple Crystal avoided more criticism for Sai'er V. A Star Cluster civilization could still scare the Godorans. Even though Sai'er V's actions were similar to dictatorship, many Godorans believed that this was the meaning of the Purple Crystal Civilization.

All sorts of factors allowed Sai'er V to forcibly push forward this crazy plan that was almost a mess.

Seeing that they couldn't shake the government's intentions, all the Godorans' gazes were focused on the pilot area of the first "discrimination transformation" plan announced by Sai'er V, which was the fringe area, the Goting colony.

A Fat宅 planet of extremely low importance was naturally an excellent area for piloting. Even if there were bad consequences, the negative impact on the entire civilization would be limited.

…

Rainbow Light Prison, top-secret solitary confinement cell.

The DarkStar leader sat in the corner. The cell was pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers. He could only hear his own breathing in the darkness.

His trial had ended. The Godora and the Purple Crystal had gotten what they wanted, so he was locked up and would spend the rest of his life in prison.

The hope that supported his faith had been destroyed. The DarkStar leader seemed to have been stripped of his spine, and his temperament had "collapsed." His heart was numb.

The Rainbow Light Prison could destroy the faith of DarkStar members. He didn't know if he could persevere in the future, but he didn't care about anything anymore.

Clang!

The narrow feeding window at the bottom of the cell door opened, and a dish of food was thrown into the cell along with a ray of light.

"Recently, Sai'er V actually wants to brainwash all Godorans to eliminate discrimination against mixed-bloods. Has he been bribed by you DarkStar?"

The prison guard outside the door suddenly spoke, his tone sarcastic. After saying this, he closed the feeding port and his footsteps gradually moved away.

In the darkness, the DarkStar leader suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes, which had been numb, were suddenly filled with astonishment and confusion.

Brainwash an entire civilization?!

Damn it, could it be that we're kindred spirits? You're even better at this than me!

You should have come to lead DarkStar!!