Chapter 393: With the Re-encounter of a Highly Advanced Scientific Civilization

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At the very moment this player was captured by the Ishdal, Xu Zhi walked into a coffee shop, preparing to meet Caroline, the leader of the Ishdal.

Velia, the Mechanical City.

In the South District of the city center stood a refined shop with a dark brown aesthetic. The shop was decorated in the same dark color commonly used for mechanical battle armor and favored by the Ishdal. Dim, glowing lights hung on the walls, casting a pale yellow glow onto the dark floor, creating a serene and soft ambiance.

At the counter, a red-haired girl with a ponytail, dressed in a white server's apron, was slumped on the desk. She was fully developed with an exceptionally slender waist and a cute, delicate face, her gaze idly fixed forward. She was hugging a fluffy, cute two-tailed black fox as a pillow. While she appeared to be zoning out, she was actually focused on "Mechanical Revolution" within her mind's computer network. "Failed again," she thought. "Do I really have no combat talent if I don't use botting software?"

As she lay on the counter, she suddenly startled, her cute mouth slightly agape, and her consciousness slowly returned. "Excuse me, sir!" she said. "What would you like to order?"

"A cup of Biver milk tea."

Xu Zhi transmitted his order and sat down to wait quietly.

Sitting in the coffee shop, he looked out at the clean, enchanting street. Mechanical war chariots occasionally whizzed by in the sky, and tall, flawless, handsome young men and women walked about. Even Xu Zhi had to admit, this was a great world for a vacation. The highly advanced, technologically civilized, warm, hospitable, and kind Ishdal people lived alongside boundless ancient lava lands. This allowed individuals to fulfill romantic aspirations by piloting mechs, while also exploring the unknown, magical lands.

"Thank you for your patronage."

With a second-tier mental energy fluctuation, the red-haired girl slightly raised her hand. The black glass cabinet on the counter opened, and a delicate black glass cup flew before his eyes. The cute red-haired girl's voice drifted from afar: "Dear customer, I'm going to play my game now. Please remember to connect to our shop's network for payment before you leave!" She then closed her eyes and simply slumped onto the counter, completely unguarded toward a stranger.

Xu Zhi was speechless; such a situation would be hard to imagine on Earth.

He sipped his tea and quietly looked out the window. Intelligent AI-controlled mechs were performing cleaning duties; all physical labor was handled by machines. "The world is very fair," he mused. "When a person gains something, they must lose something. Therefore, never envy others' apparent happiness. The Ishdal people are no exception."

"Although they have achieved full automation and don't need to work," he continued, "naturally possessing handsome appearances and strength, and not even needing to attend school from a young age since knowledge is directly transmitted into their minds—they seemingly lead free lives, pursuing their dreams, and even exploring the ancient lava domain—"

Xu Zhi sighed softly. "But they have lost many experiences common to Earthlings," he mused, "such as the 996 work system, nine years of compulsory education, five years of college entrance exam preparation with three years of mock tests, hair loss, and..."

As Xu Zhi observed this kind of social civilization, he realized they had truly lost too much. For example, they've lost crime, the fear of walking alone at night, interpersonal strife, and fraud. Furthermore, Ishdal beauties, dressed provocatively, don't need to wear safety shorts because they don't fear being peeked at. They have absolutely no guard against their own kind—the Divine Race! This is because "moral laws" are written into their genes. This is a fundamental condition for mutual trust, allowing society to have no barriers and serving as the source of unconditional trust. Anyone encountered on the street is kind and completely trustworthy.

Xu Zhi sipped his coffee, marveling at the brilliance of this civilization. "They don't need to be guarded," he mused, "building lonely high walls in their hearts, because they have a firewall!"

"There won't be any villains here," a voice stated, "because what is a villain?"

A smiling voice drifted from afar, clear and pleasant, as a tall young woman strode into the coffee shop. "A villain is someone who harms others for their own gain!" she said. "They persecute the interests of others to satisfy themselves. But when everything is readily available, then people won't think of becoming villains."

The beautiful girl wearing a baseball cap sat down. Her voice was soft, filled with overt joy and laughter, as if every word was smiling. She made no attempt to hide her long-awaited happiness. "You're finally here!" she exclaimed.

Xu Zhi looked at Caroline, a rare smile gracing his face. He hadn't expected that she, without Levi's wisdom, could have come so far, giving him such an immense surprise! It's not simply about granting an opportunity that can usher in an era for the entire world! All this brilliance belonged to the great era ushered in by Caroline. Without her, perhaps this era would have developed in a different direction.

Caroline was a remarkably traditional Ishdal, warm, kind, stubborn, and fervent. She had indeed realized her dream, becoming the second Levi through her admiration for Mr. Levi. She dedicated her entire life to the glory of the Ishdal people, leading the forefront of scientific research.

Caroline smiled. "In this world, if there's a choice, who would want to be a villain?" she said. "Who wouldn't want to be a good person, unconditionally trusted by their neighbors, bathed in warmth? So, with just a little genetic restriction, the social atmosphere will forever remain like this. Our race is wary of outsiders but sincere with insiders, because if everyone has to be guarded against their own kind, that's just too tiring."

"Back then, the dreams we exchanged in that milk tea shop," she continued, "I've always been at the forefront..."