As we had arranged for Chuyin's family to come to New Mars to organize a concert, we stayed here for another two days. During this period of time, the initial dust had settled on the settlement of the ruins tribe. According to the plan, the twenty-two transport ships would land on New Mars, forming twenty-two huge residential areas. Each residential area could accommodate tens of millions of people on average. Of course, such a large population wasn't something that a single city could accommodate. Thus, all the settlement areas were built into large cities by the engineering team in the shortest time possible.
We once again used the signature warship dropping technology of the Xiling Empire. We fixed the giant transport ships in place and transformed them into fortress cities on the spot. At the same time, with these fortress cities with powerful energy sources and a large number of factories as the center, we built a city-state consisting of a main city and a dozen satellite cities. The engineering team used a large number of prefabricated colonial buildings stored in the public hyperspace resource vault. These buildings were assembled by mass produced mainframes and builders in advance. They had life support systems and universal modular interfaces that could be adjusted to the most livable environment. With only two to three autonomous robots and a few minutes, they could be assembled with other universal interfaces to form a large continuous building complex. Like building blocks, there was no limit to how many buildings could be built. As the number of vassal races of the Empire increased, and the requirements for colonization increased, these things were manufactured in large quantities and stored in the space resource vault of every engineering team. As long as there was a need and enough manpower, we could fill a planet with apartment buildings in twenty-four hours.
Of course, there were also three bedrooms and one living room.
Even though the general residential modules were not very aesthetically pleasing (they were just a few cubes stacked together), and in order to accommodate as many living environments as possible, their life support systems were more or less not comfortable enough, the ruins tribe was still very satisfied with their new homes. Most of them had never seen such a completely airtight house in their lives. Some of them saw brand-new indoor data terminals and uninterrupted water supply for the first time. Even though they were the most basic facilities, these things were enough to amaze them.
Needless to say, these immigrants who grew up in the ruins were simply too easily satisfied.
In the future, the colonization structure on New Mars would not change much for a long time. Other than the natives in the sanctuary, the new immigrants had twenty-two city-states and one capital in the northern hemisphere. The management of the twenty-two city-states was made up of the monks from the ruined world. The bishop of each region was the highest leader of the city-state, and the capital was the eco-dome near the sanctuary. Archbishop Yodel was still the leader of the entire tribe.
Even though everything had yet to be established, the foundation had been laid. With the support of the Empire, this world should soon prosper.
As for the original residents of this world and the citizens of the sanctuary, we also paid special attention to them. First, the Empire's fleet stationed in this world would ensure the peace between the two tribes on New Mars and ensure that the new immigrants would not harm the interests of the sanctuary. Although the possibility of this happening was extremely low, it was necessary to make such arrangements in advance. Next, there was a large amount of technical and material support to ensure that the sanctuary would have enough technology and resources to expand outwards. This world was very big, and the ruins tribe did not have much ambition. Coupled with the monitoring of the local Empire fleet, the sanctuary could develop in a large area with peace of mind.
Chuyin and her family arrived in this world on time the next day. They used the inter-world teleportation channel that the Space Administration opened for all the lower-level officials. For this impromptu concert, it was said that they had canceled a number of performances in their original world. Until now, I still didn't know how Chuyin, such a muddle-headed onion warrior, managed to become an inspector of the management bureau. However, it was gratifying to know that she had done her job quite well. Quite well meant that she hadn't written an inspection report yet, although she didn't have any results either. It turned out that calling this family over was a very wise decision. Their concert was a huge success. The residents of the sanctuary welcomed the entire V family. Although the ruins tribe did not know what a concert was, nor did they know what a professional singer was, they were still very happy about this novel celebration. During the night when the concert was broadcasted around the world, 90% of the citizens stayed up all night.
Therefore, the immigrants spent the first week in the new world with jet lag.
Perhaps it should be mentioned that the incredible popularity of Miku and Luka in the Mars sanctuary was the reason why the concert was so successful and so popular. One of the most important reasons why the concert could go so smoothly and cause almost all the citizens to be inspired was the popularity of the two sisters. What was unbelievable was that there was a fan club for the two of them in the Mars Sanctuary. This was a city where daily entertainment activities were almost completely abandoned, yet there was still such a fan club. It was really surprising. After asking, I found out that during the carnival, Luka had brought Chuyin to this world to hold a small-scale concert. Even though it wasn't a large scale concert, it left a rather deep impression on the people here. Even as the atmosphere in the Mars Sanctuary gradually became oppressive, the impression they left on the people was still maintained. Today, the two singers came again, directly reinvigorating the fan club that had accumulated back then.
Well, it was a good thing. This way, not only did it change the atmosphere in the sanctuary, it was also equivalent to holding a grand welcoming ceremony for the arrival of the ruins tribe. This indirectly increased the acceptance of the ruins tribe by the residents of the sanctuary. As long as this atmosphere could last for a while, the two tribes would have a better relationship. Perhaps in the future, there would be another festival on New Mars to commemorate the arrival of the ruins tribe. I thought this was a good idea.
The last few battleships were about to return, and our family was also preparing to board the shuttle. Because of our prior orders, there weren't many people on the landing platform to send us off. Other than the mayor of the sanctuary, Archbishop Yodel, and their respective entourages, there were only a few people who were familiar with us, such as Glick, Luka, and Chestnut's friends on the island of poison, who came to send us off.
"Ah, we're going back already?" Glick still didn't know who we were, and he could still excitedly run around with us. Now that he knew that we were about to leave, and that we were going to a very distant world, he immediately felt depressed because he could always see many new and interesting things when he was with us. "You guys still have something important to do, right?"
I thought about it, and I really didn't want to say that going home to sleep was a big deal …
"We have to go home, right?" I patted the kid's shoulder. "We've been out for more than a month, and we still have to hurry … Hmm, help your dad with the paperwork, right?"
Glick's eyes lit up at the mention of this. "Right, Dad will be back soon. When he does, I want to show him my spaceship! And Beep Beep! "
I laughed drily, thinking about how scary it would be for this guy to face 2,000 plus dads. How was I going to explain that? If it came down to it, I could only say that the Hope had entered the storm ocean, and all the crew members were temporarily affected by the radiation … Hopefully, a certain three-inch tall girl would be able to solve this problem, or else we would really need to set up an ethics committee on New Mars …
Icetis, who had been quietly playing with Jingle on my shoulder, suddenly said to Glick, "Glick, Dewdrop, your father is a hero."
"Huh?" The siblings were dumbfounded. They didn't know what Sis Bing meant.
"Nothing, I just wanted to say it out of the blue." Icetis shrugged. "Don't you always think that your dad is a great person? I'm just telling you that he did something amazing. He saved his world … Well, you will understand in the future. "
Glick immediately smiled, and his face lit up with joy. "Of course, Dad is a great person, and I want to be a hero in the future!"
"Both father and son seem to be naive heroes." Looking at Glick leading his sister back to the safety line, the big sister suddenly mumbled to herself, "However, the plumber who saved the world and the little boy who saved the town might not be so naive. Maybe Glick will really become a great person in the future."
"I plan to arrange for the siblings to go to the military academy." I pinched the feet of the little doll that kept pulling on my head to calm her down. "I will also arrange for a large number of children to go there. The junkyard tribe should master the general knowledge of the Empire as soon as possible and prepare some talents. Right now, this race doesn't have a systematic civilization and technological system. If we leave the junkyard planet and come to this natural planet, it won't take long for them to regress to a primitive society. "
This was something that Sandora and I had thought of back in the junkyard before the battle with the Fallen Apostle. To help a race, not only did we have to provide them with sufficient resources, we also had to teach them the knowledge that would allow them to continue developing. As the saying goes, teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. However, the junkyard world didn't have anything like a school. The inheritance of knowledge depended entirely on the apprentices that the monks recruited or the craftsman families passed on their knowledge. The children that came from this environment might need some time to adapt to a place like the Imperial Army Military Academy.
"Speaking of which, you guys …"
I thought for a while and turned to look at the other big family behind me. In the end, the moment I opened my mouth, Chuyin, who was standing the closest to me, jumped back in fear. "No, no! We definitely can't go to that scary place! We will be caught by that scary little girl! "
"Plus, we will be forced to wear all sorts of weird clothes." Next to Chuyin, the elegant young lady with long pink hair muttered with a frightened expression.
Luka, even an older sister like you has been tormented by the child's mother?
"What's worse was her terrifying laughter. She even drooled while muttering that she wanted to make our whole family into her collection … That was too scary. She was like a weirdo in a wax museum!" The Mirror Sound Twins trembled as they hugged each other. One by one, they described to me the abnormal little girl that was as terrifying as a Demon King.
In the end, the Chuyin brothers and sisters shuddered and said in unison, "That was too scary!"
How did the child's mother torment this family back then?
"Cough, cough. I will teach her a lesson." I scratched my head awkwardly. Bubble was a crazy otaku. Everyone knew that. After coming to Earth, her favorite hobbies were playing games and collecting peripherals. Then, what were peripherals? The definition was very broad in her eyes. For example, Mercury Lamp, Chuyin, Boli Soul, Sister Patrol, Sargeras, and Emperor Gaeta … Please believe me, as a ruthless Schilling Host, it was easy for the child's mother to get whatever she wanted. Her toys were no less than Little Bubble's.
During the previous carnival, Chuyin's family had been caught by Bubble who had gone berserk. Her entire family had been wiped out and they had been subjected to this and that. Only Chuyin had managed to escape because she had run around. However, she had almost been caught and brought back. That incident had left a deep impression on her family. The City of Shadows had also become a dark hell in the hearts of the Chuyin family. There was an extremely dangerous 1.1m tall demon lurking around. Although most people in the macro world treated the City of Shadows as a holy land where they would struggle their entire lives to buy a house in the Third Ring Road, they were the only ones who avoided it. It was said that they had even put on makeup when the Space Administration held a meeting.
"Actually, what I wanted to say was, are you interested in becoming a touring group in the macro world?"
Seeing Chuyin hiding behind Patrol like a little rabbit and Patrol acting as if she was facing a great enemy, I felt a headache coming on. "Don't be so dramatic, alright?"
"Touring between worlds?" After all, Xun Yin was calmer than Chuyin and more reliable. Hearing my suggestion, she instantly revealed an interested expression. "You mean, going to perform in other worlds?"
"Actually, I suddenly realized that the ruling network of the Empire seems to be lacking something." I was answering Patrol's question, but my eyes were looking at Sandora. "Look, what are we exposing to the macro world? Army, army, and army. What are the daily affairs of the army? War, war, and war. Other than the army, it's just war. Isn't that strange? From the beginning to the end, the Empire has only shown the role of the army. To an ordinary race, a complete ruling group should definitely not only know how to fight. "
"But that seems to be the only thing the Empire has," Sandora shrugged. "We are a military organization from top to bottom. Although we have private entertainment, large-scale operations will always be war."
"Of course, the Shiring Apostles could do that," the elder sister nodded thoughtfully. "But ordinary races can't stand it. They need entertainment, media, and something to kill time. To an ordinary race, these things are sometimes more effective than guns. Moreover, most of the commoners would definitely prefer TV shows rather than war."
"That's why I feel that we should let the macro world's network play a role in this aspect." I pointed at the Mirror Sound Twins, who looked eager to give it a try. "The macro world is so big. We have plenty of talents. For example, the few of them. If the Shiring Apostles aren't good at something, we can let them do it. Shallow Shallow, didn't you persuade Gaia to create an XLTV channel? But that channel is broadcasting Pandora's recruitment ads and frontline battle reports 24/7. It's such a waste. Now, I have decided to normalize it and treat it as a media that is fully open to the macro world. We can broadcast recruitment ads, publish the latest battle reports from the frontline, promote the latest technological advancements in certain fields, and also broadcast a world-tour program. The more interesting the events in the macro world that are worth reporting, the better. "
"Then, the connection in the macro world will reach a whole new level," Sandora came to a sudden realization. "I really didn't think of this … Is this what the earthlings call a tool of public opinion?"
"A tool of public opinion is only one of its functions. But this is definitely the main function," I nodded.
Shallow Shallow was elated. She swung my arm and chuckled. "Ah Jun, my idea is very useful, right?"
… Did you think that much when you were creating that XLTV channel?
I silently ridiculed her. But you don't have to be so serious with Shallow Shallow. After all, she was the one who created the XLTV channel.
Although she immediately forgot about it after it was created, the media channel in the macro world that appeared during the carnival still existed until now. Pandora used it to broadcast advertisements, and Sylves used it to broadcast battle reports. Such a media channel that was completely controlled by the Empire was left unused until now. Now that I thought about it, I felt that it was a waste.
The initial idea of establishing such a media channel was decided. I decided to hand over the specific implementation plan to … Shallow Shallow. Although I was worried that she would turn the plan into a farce in the end, her boundless energy and talent for creative work were indeed suitable for creative work. In just a few minutes, Shallow Shallow came up with a preliminary plan. Not only did she want to establish XLTV, she also planned to split the media channel into one, two, three, all the way up to nine channels. There would be an education channel, a music channel, a military channel, and even a prenatal education channel. The Hatsune family would become the first batch of artists to be signed by the music channel. They would perform in the macro world with the support of the Empire, and the live performance would be broadcasted through the music channel of XLTV. Shallow Shallow's next plan was to imitate survival in the wild. She would personally host a survival and desperation show. The show's main content would be how to escape from a starving Sandora within a hundred mile radius. She was now looking for a brave challenger — I reckoned that she wouldn't be able to find one.
Although there seemed to be many miscellaneous matters that needed to be settled, the rest of the work could be handed over to the respective leaders of the sanctuary and the ruins tribe. Thus, after bidding farewell to the Hatsune family, we returned to Earth.
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