Unfortunately, things did not go as planned.
At this mont, in a certain city location.
The gang leader, leading his people, began to clash with another gang right away.
"We were the ones who discovered this supermarket first!"
"Don’t make excuses! Isn’t it just because we have a grudge in this apocalypse?"
"Boss, don’t worry, I’ll go restrain their Right and Left Guardians!"
When the two groups t, due to past grudges in the world, they imdiately started fighting.
But as soon as they collided, the Virtual World prompted that dying here would an exiting the ga and being unable to re-enter for a month.
This was a setting that Zhang Feng suddenly added.
Because looking from God’s perspective, too many people were fighting now.
Out of five million people, nearly three million were fighting, a million were causing destruction, and the remaining million were searching for handy weapons.
If this goes on, there’s no need for a disaster; in a few days, the field would be cleared.
But Zhang Feng wouldn’t intervene in small-scale battles.
However, precisely because of this, Zhang Feng also knew that a society full of Martial Artists could be a massive bomb.
Especially in a responsibility-free Virtual World, this is simply harboring a lethal weapon, inducing murderous intentions.
A decade of apocalypse had released much of their suppressions, but also too much.
It seems that peaceful worlds will be needed in the future.
But with this fighting restriction setting, people sobered up significantly.
Although so were still fighting and so dying, it was all within an acceptable range.
Anyway, let them play and see if they can ultimately prevent the disaster.
Thoughts in mind.
Zhang Feng went into seclusion to review past data, just waiting for the final answer.
...
Unknowingly, a month passed.
When Zhang Feng erged from seclusion and arrived at Old Liu’s office across the door.
Seeing everything on the screen.
Zhang Feng knew he had overthought it.
Because for regular and professional Martial Artists, this kind of disaster is rely ’playing a ga.’
At this mont on the screen, within the Virtual World.
Watching them jumping around between buildings, occasionally diving into the city subrged by the ocean for a swim, it was clear their perspective was off.
Of course, this was also because he hadn’t strictly required them to ’prevent the disaster.’
So they were playing around more.
Especially now with the first batch of graduates from the Experintal Primary School joining the test.
Coupled with the spread of cultivation techniques, their Constitution now generally ranges from 110 to 150.
Not to ntion drowning in floods, even if they were on a fifty-ter building and suddenly faced an earthquake.
They wouldn’t be hard.
Their Constitution is sufficient to instantly shatter the building’s glass and make an escape by jumping.
For them, that’s a piece of cake.
"All are unqualified."
Zhang Feng made his judgnt, looking over at the equally speechless Old Liu,
"The house is about to be gone, and they’re still thinking about swimming in Ocean World, these kids are sothing else.
This past month, they’ve been fighting non-stop from beginning to end, has no one thought about saving their ho?"
"Soone did think about it..." Old Liu pointed to the bodies floating in the city’s flood, "But they were all fighting, so they ended up going in, too."
"Fine." Zhang Feng looked at the personnel list inside, "Everyone on this server, all of them, bring them to the Martial Arts Departnt to learn ideology and education again."
"Understood..." Old Liu, looking at the scenes on the screen, watching these youngsters having a blast, couldn’t help but chuckle,
"But let say, President Zhang, you also didn’t enforce a mandatory task..."
Old Liu cautiously explained for the first ti:
"Besides, you know they’ve been trained strictly from a young age.
Now, it seems like a ga task; they would surely...relax a bit? Release pressure?"
Old Liu basically never argued against Zhang Feng.
Including now speaking for them, Old Liu saw that President Zhang was speaking more jokingly, so he appropriately advocated for these ’future blossoms.’
Otherwise, really going to the Martial Arts Departnt for education.
That feels unpleasant, not much different from being temporarily detained.
"Then just verbal education." Zhang Feng, hearing Old Liu pleading for them, graciously said: "Emphasize responsibility.
After all, we are the Federation as a whole and might realize the star migration plan in the future.
Consider that we don’t have enough official manpower.
At that ti, if constructing other planets or encountering natural disasters, it will rely on everyone’s effort.
We can’t rely only on ourselves."
"Understood!" Old Liu responded, feeling very pleased, as it seed President Zhang had given him much face.
But Zhang Feng shortly added:
"I like to use myself as a reference, asuring many others with my thoughts.
But I won’t demand everyone be like .
So, in the future, if there are different opinions, speak them.
I hope today’s reasoned rebuttal won’t be the last.
We need to correct mistakes and make improvents."
"Alright..." Old Liu, hearing this from President Zhang, montarily didn’t know how to respond.
Because Zhang Feng was right about many major matters within the Federation.
Zhang Feng, ignoring Old Liu’s thoughts, after contemplating for a few seconds, said:
"The difficulty of rescuing supplies for regular players and professional Martial Artists might be substantial.
But when it cos to our own people testing, these present no difficulty."
Zhang Feng said, looking at the data of the next batch of players, a combination of five hundred researchers and a thousand special agents.
Beyond them, there are ten thousand skilled technicians who previously participated in the Extraordinary Creation Project,
"Add so difficulty for them, introduce five million virtual citizens, and so obstructive forces.
Let’s see if they can resolve the disaster issue and protect civilians’ safety.
For this task, conduct a global broadcast, treating it as a real-ti disaster education and a national defense preparedness."
Zhang Feng, saying this, looked at Old Liu, who was taking notes,
"These are all our data center people, rember to ’disguise’ during the broadcast."
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