Putting aside the various farces on Earth.
Magnetic Civilization.
A massive orbital chanical disc spacecraft sailing through the silent and profound universe.
This spacecraft has no air shield, exposed from the inside out to the vacuum, with nothing but countless circuit boards and docked chanical ships.
Earlier, the Magnetic Net Queen had already set the ship off ahead of the great battle, heading towards Outer Heaven.
At this mont, the approaching Magnetic Emperor opened his eyes, standing under the starry sky, observing the entire universe, holding a piece of teorite in his hand, "Interesting, truly an interesting cosmic world, filled with radiation, electromagnetism..."
"However, that fellow is the most intriguing."
He turned around, and the planet behind him had already turned into a marble-sized black planet, extrely hazy, "What is he exactly? Is it truly talent, that he managed to learn our technology..."
He recalled the guy who fought with him for over a hundred years, feeling it was utterly absurd!
He also knew there was no result in fighting, as long as the opponent kept resisting and wreaking havoc, he couldn’t settle with his family on that planet and could only be driven away...
At this mont.
They are traveling through the universe at 9% light speed, having been sailing for over one hundred and forty years, only just approaching the edge of their solar system.
After all, the universe is infinitely vast.
Boundless and endless.
With the travel distance calculated in light-years, it is enough to halt countless civilizations within the prison of their galaxy, even one as powerful as the Magnetic Civilization is no exception.
"At this rate, we would need to sail for millions of years to reach the nearest galaxy... By then, we might already be extinct, the lifespan of a civilization is not so long."
The Magnetic Emperor’s expression was calm, "We can only start researching space jump technology now..."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The Magnetic Net Queen smiled, "Although the electromagnetic storm outside is quite comforting, let’s return to our Magnetic Cosmos, that beautiful planet."
"Okay." The Magnetic Emperor disappeared from the spot, "We should establish an Upper City world and a Lower City world... The Upper City, for our Magnetic Civilization, and the Lower City... for nurturing the new generation focusing on developing space technology and entrusting it to the younger generation."
After all, these magnetic energy scientists are constrained by fixed ways of thinking, making it hard to switch fields and research space technology.
Thus, they plan to find a new generation, splitting a new continental area, allowing the society there to develop space technology.
"In the end, we can’t take the lead forever, let the new hopes be left for the next generation, and ensure they get a good research environnt for education."
Boom!
In the vast space, only a giant magnetic millstone is left, continuously sailing.
...
Magnetic Cosmos.
This is the virtual data world converged by the entire electromagnetic supercomputer.
All animals exist here, forming dataized life that theoretically never dies... Yet, they still choose the real-life cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death.
Because the sociologist Koborna from Magnetic Civilization proposed the "Stagnant Water Theory," stating that without the turnover of life and death, a civilization would lose its vitality and montum to progress and would head towards demise.
And "death" is also broadly accepted by the humans of Magnetic Civilization.
In the era of technological explosion, death is not that terrifying for them, while for these ordinary humans, a long lifespan proves to be tornt instead.
Even in this world, it is generally believed that spending three hundred years in the perfect world of Magnetic Cosmos is enough.
So, how are their newborns brought into existence?
Their top-tier Biotechnology: Artificial Embryos!
This is a basketball-sized black liquid canister containing their entire human gene database.
When virtual parents in the Magnetic Cosmos give birth to a child.
In reality, this artificial embryo cultivation pool will select the genes of this pair and breed a zygote in reality, then accelerate its growth using genetic engineering technology and forcibly bring the child into the "Primordial Realm."
This ensures that even parents living in the virtual world will have children with a real blood relationship!
Moreover, this extends a generational gene pool, ensuring that even future grandchildren and great-grandchildren maintain the continuation of their clan’s real bloodline.
[Bloodline Continuation Rights]
This is a basic civil right for the humans of Magnetic Civilization.
Even in virtualization, they will not lose their traditional notions of reality.
In fact, whenever they wish, they can use biotechnology to recreate a flesh body from the Primordial Realm, return to reality, and beco a human of flesh and blood.
Likewise, their children, families, and descendants...
The Primordial Realm is never a one-way road; it’s a more advanced form of societal civilization, where they can cultivate flesh bodies at any ti to return to reality, just that the brain of a flesh human is rely a piece of data without a soul.
At this ti.
In the New World, a newlywed couple deeply in love is preparing for pregnancy in a hospital.
"May I ask, what kind of child would you like to have?" a nurse approaches, "Please choose your parenting package."
"What are the available packages?" the father asks.
"Based on the cost, your offspring can be of the following kinds." The nurse produces a form.
"Cost?" the father takes a deep breath.
The Primordial Realm, being a virtual world, also has monetary circulation.
After all, this prevents people from losing the motivation for life.
The humans here, due to the existence of the real gene pool, perfectly match their real-world appearance, so once born, they face the sa beauty or ugliness, disease, and deformity as reality, needing to change their Destiny through their own efforts.
Having goals to strive for keeps this world from being one of indulgence and aimlessness.
This is one of the highest laws of this realm: we guarantee everyone the basic human right to enjoy misfortune, and stripping soone of their suffering is the greatest sin!
"And preserving the defective gene pool is our greatest treasure!"
"Any attempts to modify our ugly genes, to turn us into perfect humans, should be condemned and criminalized!"
To them, this Primordial Realm is more like a life RPG developnt ga, enjoying the pleasure of developnt, appearance modification, and nurturing upgrades, even with controlling chanical battle armor, completing tasks like fighting monsters and collecting interstellar minerals in the real universe.
"I seem to not have much money." The father admits gloomily, "Recently, both my wife and I have been spending on in-ga purchases."
He looks at the child’s form.
Boy package.
Girl package.
Miscarriage package.
Cuckold package.
Deford child package.
...
All probabilities of real-life birth are presented here.
It’s like a ga, with options.
"I’m sorry."
The tall father hands back the form in the corridor and says gravely, "I understand everything else, but the miscarriage package, the deford child package... what’s the deal with those?"
"Oh, these are aid at special groups."
The nurse, as if it’s not the first ti facing such inquiries, explains, "So couples have rather unusual preferences, like the miscarriage package... which is about probabilistic miscarriage, they’re typically quite drawn to gambling-like thrills, and wish to experience a different kind of life."
"Oh." The father nods, seemingly unsurprised.
"And the cuckold package is a choice of necessity; so people are naturally infertile and aren’t inclined to save up for surgery in this regard. Without life planning, when they want children, they can only choose the cuckold package, using others’ bloodlines for childbirth."
In reality, this is quite a normal thing.
After all, surgeries in this world are a considerable expense.
The nurse continues, "And the deford child package is for those parents who wish for their child to succeed despite adversity."
"After all, an ugly, deford childhood provides more training, more challenges for the child, giving them a higher difficulty level in life. As we all know, costic surgeries and various bodily repairs when they’re grown are massive expenses, challenging yet worthy goals."
This handso couple nods, showing their understanding.
"I understand, although we are both quite good-looking, the truth is we spent a hefty amount on costic surgery. We founded a company, saving up for thirty years to afford it, and upon successfully altering our looks, it felt like completing a major level in life, with a sense of accomplishnt. Others on the street look at us with envy, because a perfect appearance is a mark of success... After that, life was not as exciting for us anymore, as we had essentially beaten the difficulty, owning a company, and having perfect looks, I’m also a guild master in the ga," the father shared emotionally.
The mother also recalled fondly, "Our child might choose the deford child package, at least they wouldn’t complete life’s challenges by their fifties and beco part of the upper echelons of society, becoming devoid of fun."
"Not necessarily," said the father. "Our original looks were quite ugly; I believe our child won’t be much better than the deford child package."
"True enough." The mother nodded.
"Well then, let’s choose a cuckold package," the father decided. "Let my wife have a genetic match with another man."
"What?" the mother exclaid in shock, "Are you out of your mind?"
The father looked a bit embarrassed, "To be honest, I’m infertile and ugly... Over these years, I only managed to save up enough for costic surgery."
"Bastard," the mother shouted angrily, "Don’t tell there’s no money, you’ve been spending on gas all these years. If you hadn’t been so lavish, the money we made from creating the company would’ve long been enough for treatnt."
With no other option, the couple could only choose the cuckold package.
Thus, amidst the bickering of an unreliable pair of parents, Zeng Ciwen was born again.
He looked at the world utterly bewildered,
"Is this the Magnetic Civilization? More than a hundred of us arrived in this world with the help of that ancient existence?"
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