Chapter 77: The Cycle of Life

In the resplendent banquet hall, Governor Andor slowly took his seat.

He spoke in a measured tone, asking, "Teacher, what is it that you truly want? The lower class may suffer, but they have jobs and can survive. Isn't that enough?"

"Must you really start a new war and let them die in it before you're satisfied?"

When speaking of war, a look of pity appeared on Governor Andor's face, as though he genuinely didn't want the people to perish in conflict.

But the doctor saw through his hypocrisy and shook his head. "Andor, you know what I want. Haven't you heard the saying, 'Where there is oppression, there is resistance'?"

Jon also spoke up, "It's never us who want to start a war. It's you, you so-called nobles who sit idly and feast!"

The Eternal Station was an extremely malformation society.

The upper class, comprising less than 20% of the population, controlled over 90% of the resources. They didn't work or engage in any labor, yet they enjoyed endless wealth, light, and prosperous lives.

The remaining 80% of the population, except for a few so-called middle-class individuals tamed by the upper class, lived in poverty and darkness. They longed for light, hoping that the upper-class masters would loosen their grip and let a few crumbs fall their way.

What the doctor wanted was a redistribution of social wealth, for the nobles to share their wealth with the poor, creating a utopian society where everyone could prosper.

But this was impossible. Asking the nobles to give up their wealth for the poor was akin to asking for their lives!

Governor Andor leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. Suddenly, he said, "I know some of you want to hedge your bets. But now, you should see the intentions of these lower-class people. Even if they win in the end, you'll have to give up your wealth to distribute to those lower-class... scum..."

These words made some of the nobles waver.

They had indeed wanted to hedge their bets, originally thinking that even if the lower class won, it would merely mean a change in leadership, and their family's interests would still be protected.

But now, it seemed that wasn't the case.

The doctor wanted to shatter everyone's rice bowls. How could that be acceptable?

Governor Andor slowly stood up, snapping his fingers. "Now, let's take the final vote. Those who support me, stand on the left. Those who support the doctor, stand on the right. Let's see where the popular will

lies."

Andor's words infuriated Jon. Did these nobles only consider themselves as human beings?

He clenched his fists, wanting to punch this hypocrite hard. But he couldn't—not yet. The plan wasn't complete, and he didn't know what progress Kriminna had made.

The plan to use [Death's Roar] to coerce the sealed evil god was one Jon had agreed to.

But this plan of making a deal with the devil left him uneasy. What worried him more was Kriminna's safety.

At that moment, Li Jue, seated at the long table, slowly removed his glasses. He looked at the doctor and said, "We've had contact with Mr. Zhao Kuor. We admire you, Doctor, and Mr. Zhao Kuor, and are willing to support your reforms. As long as you can guarantee the interests of the Li family and the other three families, we are willing to assist you."

The influence of the Li family and the other three families was immense, even within the upper class.

This was why Li Jue dared to speak up directly. He knew that even if he stepped forward, Andor wouldn't—or even couldn't—do anything to his family.

Andor relied on the Li family's technology and factories, as well as the power of the other three families.

But the doctor shook his head. "Wealth should belong to the people."

Li Jue sighed and stood on the left. In his view, this was an acceptable outcome. Although the Li family would face some suppression afterward, he still hoped to seize greater benefit.

In his opinion, the lower class had a chance of winning. But now, even if they won, it wouldn't benefit him.

"My apologies, Governor," Li Jue said, bowing slightly to Andor.

Governor Andor simply smiled. "It's alright, Uncle Li. It's all for the family. I understand, and everyone understands."

The matter was brushed aside lightly. All the families stood on Governor Andor's side. After understanding the doctor's intentions, no one was willing to support him anymore.

For them, family interests would always come first.

"It seems the result is clear, Teacher," Governor Andor said slowly. "If you insist on being obstinate, then we'll have no choice but to start a war..."

Andor leaned forward, his hands on the table. "Teacher, would you really detonate that nuclear bomb?"

"No, you wouldn't. I know you too well, Teacher. You're resilient but cowardly, selfless yet selfish. You love those pitiful lower-class people, but if you detonate the bomb, you'll kill more of them than we ever could."

Governor Andor straightened up and quickly walked outside. "Pass my order: march on the lower class. Kill anyone who resists!"

At that moment, the air raid sirens blared throughout the Eternal Station.

In the banquet hall, Jon looked at the doctor and shook his head. "I knew it would come to this."

A squad of guards rushed in, attempting to take control of the three.

But the doctor suddenly laughed. He spoke, saying, "I hear the future, a future of endless cycles, the most perfect future."

Deep in the cavern, the young man in the crystal slowly calmed down.

He looked at Kriminna before him, a strange expression on his face. "He doesn't want ultimate power? He wants me to take over the management of the Eternal Station again?"

In that brief moment, he had seen into the doctor's heart and understood his intentions.

As the proxy of the Eternal Station, even though he was sealed in the crystal, he could still perceive everything happening within it.

He had thought nothing here would surprise him, but today, he had witnessed something unheard of.

Hearing the young man's words, Kriminna nodded. "At least, that's what the doctor said."

In truth, Kriminna couldn't fully understand the doctor's intentions. She had read the history books, seen the devastation that followed the descent of the evil god. Could entrusting the entire station to such a being really be the right choice?

But how could the girl know that some of the hellish scenes in history were actually caused by humans themselves?

Suddenly, the young man sealed in the crystal laughed. He looked toward the corner of the staircase, laughing as he said, "I understand. Everything must come to an end."