"They are already extremely weak. The Mechanical God Sect will quickly enter and take control of the resources here."
"Most of the people here might survive, but they will all become slaves of the Mechanical God Sect—this result is hardly better than dying here outright."
"Why?"
Chen Jian curiously asked:
"In this environment, is there anyone who would willingly waste human resources?"
"Didn't you say yourself? People are resources, and resources are tools."
"Who in this world would cherish a tool?"
"It's just about discarding it after squeezing out all its value."
"It's quite possible that their bodies will become fertilizer for that so-called ecological cocoon house in Han Shui City."
"...That is indeed rather tragic."
Chen Jian nodded thoughtfully, then said:
"However, what you are saying will not happen."
"Because this place is already our territory."
"Your territory?"
