Reincarnator

When the lava burst, the entire planet twisted, and humanity was in crisis.

First and foremost, first-class citizens who were the fastest to evacuate to Obelisk started discussing what to do next.

To be precise, the treatment of second- and third-grade citizens coming into the city.

Surprisingly, their opinions were gathered very quickly, even in a crisis.

< Surviving humanity has a duty to stabilize and thrive! >

< However, it may take some time for a full measure to be put in place for him. We can't waste our limited resources and energy from the molten veins. >

< Our first citizens are enough to lead humanity forward! >

< It is a much wiser choice to focus our resources on those who are genetically superior and have the necessary talents to rebuild with higher education. >

Unknown force, no idea how much pulse we have left, and a harsh external environment.

Accepting both Class 2 and Class 3 citizens in addition to the first citizens gathered in the city will consume at least five times more energy or resources.

Two years to last, 50 years to last.

They had no idea how long it would take to take such a risk in the future.

It's not that hard to stop.

The power of the breeding species that has already been created is truly great.

Even if an enhanced species is not made for combat, fighting with a Spirit will grant more power than an army.

And most of the ownership of those breeds was first-class citizenship.

Use them to activate Obelisk to protect the city and drive out the remaining citizens.

But then.

< Haha! Gentlemen. Why do you look so short? >

<... Nepalem. >

As soon as a man opened his mouth, everyone on the left focused on his voice.

I had to.

The man who opened his mouth was no ordinary man.

Savior of mankind.

Primary study of molar veins, created spirits, and contributed greatly to the development of the breeding species.

Nepalese.

Theoretically, there is no rank above a first-class citizen, but he is a valuable resource to humanity, even if he is called an epic, or even super-class citizen.

If you vote on which of the 80 million people to save, you're a talent without hesitation.

Nepalems smiled and said.

< This was inevitable. But don't make any mistakes in the future, right? >

<... How can I not make a mistake? >

< Why not? All variables can be controlled and controlled. >

A first-class citizen exclaimed with an absurd expression.

< Is that what you call it? We can't control all variables and we can't predict the future. No, we neglected the desires of those illiterate second- or third-class citizens. Isn't it because of the idea that even those people should respect human rights that things have come to this point? >

Around 2050, it was argued that chipsets should be planted on the back of the neck to advance the entire human race.

And of course, it hit a huge resistance.

Horses were meant for advancement, because it was obvious to us that they could be used for control.

< All civil rights must be equally guaranteed! >

As riots, conflicts, and conflicts continued to escalate until the war broke out between countries, first-class citizens and leaders decided that the profits were greater and they were forced to retreat.

But I can assure you that if we knew this would happen, first-class citizens would have put chipsets in the back of the necks of second- and third-class citizens.

Unlike those who had meticulously planned and carefully used dragon veins to efficiently deal with the dangerously energetic force, which has not yet been revealed much, second- and third-degree citizens thought that power was meant to be used by first-degree citizens to take possession of it alone, they stirred up the dragon veins as they approached.

to seize the secret of its power and, furthermore, to use it to take control.

We lost control of them, and the labyrinth blew.

I can't believe we're bringing back the greedy bastards who created this mess.

Plus, you're giving away a penny for a resource.

If it's of any use, they're of little use to us at this time, when the Enhanced Species are providing immense power and utilities.

The Nepalese laughed at what the citizens said.

< Why is it useless? I assure you, they are. I can solve your most feared problems. with their help. >

.................................

Kuaang!

The giant sphere began to spin and spray red light at the same time.

Methuselah has begun to get a huge load of his henchmen.

That huge and complex system, the pressure to control the Medusala system.

"Ew."

Medusala wasn't the only one who groaned.

Cough.

< Hehehehehe! >

The spirit suddenly screams at its own overload.

There was an unprecedented turbulence of coarse energy.

Besides, it was instinctive.

This is more delicate than I was before, powering humans.

This is a key function of the Methuselah system.

[Fortune Teller]

A transcendent feature that allows you to calculate all variables to predict the feasibility of a plan and to further address it.

A final torch made to illuminate the future of the dark human race.

While Methuselah and the Spirit were screaming, the system over Methuselah's head was calculating diligently, as the sphere over his head slowly dimmed the light and stopped its rotation.

"Shhh · · ·."

< Heheheh... heh! >

Methuselah, released from the excessive information that had just rushed into her head, sighed in the beacon with a weary expression.

However, like Medusala wouldn't even give him a chance to breathe, he heard Akamel's rushing voice towards the chipset.

[Once the calculation is complete, report the result. What are the chances of success for this plan?]

As long as you use more energy than you can imagine to protect a large city from harsh environments, you will soon run out of molten water.

The plan to migrate to a new planet must be successful.

Otherwise, there is no future for the rest of humanity.

The calculation I just made was the probability of success of the plan.

What are the chances of success when you introduce all the current variables and situations?

With the urge of the academy, Medusala held her breath and began to transmit data through the chipset.

At the same time, I heard a satisfactory voice from Akamel, who was browsing through the data on the chipset.

[Oh, good. All right, MSL-17. Stabilize the system without rest for you. By the way. I can't believe we have to take a five-minute detour and stabilize it for two hours. Plus, charging takes five days. Nepalems will try to alter his prediction system. They're concerned about the human rights of some kind of breed.]

Akamel, who explicitly murmured to see and hear Methuselah, soon turned off his interest in Methuselah and stopped communicating.

< Oh, when will that bastard get in my hands? >

In the voice of the grumbling spirit.

Methuselah recalls the previous calculations.

'Unless there are special variables… 99.9908% chance of plan success.'

Even if it is really 100%, it is not a shortage.

However, Medusala sighed and entered the system's stabilization process, wondering why she felt anxious.

We need to stabilize it before third-class citizens can access the system again.

His worries will only be in the rain.

There are limits to what you can predict in uptime, but there's nothing wrong with what the Methuselah system has predicted so far.

'If I can spin this 24 hours, nothing will make me nervous. I don't think so. I have 200 million options.'

Methuselah sighs a little and begins to concentrate on her work.

.................................

'Tsk.'

Seeing the egg throwers, Tiamet kicked his tongue.

In fact, Tiamet was impressed.

to the Nepalese who built this system, and to the first-class citizens who gave it power.

Methuselah system.

Over 200 million citizens gain enormous computational power based on unconsciousness and soul, and are used to calculate variables in the external environment.

It records all of human's unpredictable inner memories, behavioral patterns and emotions and converts them into predictable variables.

A future prediction system created in this way.

And one more thing.

"Well, you don't always need computation. '

The remaining computational power of the Nepalese and their researchers did some really crazy things, except when they prophesied.

Implementation of virtual reality.

Fearful to implement virtual reality, first-class citizens began shouting fearlessly at the citizens below.

< I don't know when I will perish in reality, I will be trapped in a shelter and suffer. >

< Or will I live happily and happily every day in the amazing world of virtual reality where I do not die? >

Many initially feared virtual reality, but continued to use appropriate carrots and whips.

It really only took a short time for all third-class citizens to "escape" into virtual reality, so that first-class citizens could use the resources and energy they feared would not need more efficiently.

Consumption that is only consumed in virtual reality has drastically minimized the waste of resources for pleasure, which is achieved in real life.

All you need is the energy to sustain life and the tower of a giant machine.

And that's the specialty of spirits and breeding species.

"Something's not quite right, but the results are good..."

As a result, Nepalem has succeeded in placing an absolute computing system, the Medusala System, into the hands of humanity, while ensuring nearly 300 million human rights.

conquering all of humanity's greatest fears.

But the process was not only smooth.

"You son of a bitch."

"This son of a bitch came without a first-class citizen. No cowardice. Hey, get down here!"

Tiamet frowns at the shouting of the hostile citizens looking down at her.

They had to get along with the Tiamet series and the citizens.

Stability and enjoyment in the game world.

Even though you were given a carrot, you can't just look at the carrot and move around.

< Why don't first class citizens use it? What if it's that good? >

< And it's not autonomous. Forced entry for a certain period of time. Is there something fishy about this? >

Of course, there were citizens who resisted the action, and that's why they needed a whip.

The whip itself.

A breed born for combat.

An energy that moves this massive city all in one body, freely functioning.

"Son of a bitch! Get down here!"

Tiamet narrows her eyes, looking deeply at the traces of her beating, and at the angry citizens.

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