Doomsday: spore invasion, my system has no upper limit

Seeing the arrival of Zheng Chen and the others, the food distribution staff rushed out to greet them.

"Respected Marshal of the Galaxy Star Alliance, it is an honor for you to visit our small town."

Zheng Chen nodded slightly, and asked, "Is this the only food you distribute? Without salt, minerals and vitamins, how can they survive?"

The staff explained: "Yes, the food we distribute in the morning contains three grams of salt and some minerals and vitamins. Now it is noon, and there is no lunch."

Zheng Chen asked again: "There is no shortage of minerals and vitamins on your planet, why should they be distributed according to the amount?"

The staff member said nonchalantly: "This is our tradition. It has been 100 years. Since the emergence of synthetic food, this phenomenon has gradually become popular. Naturally grown crops and vegetables are time-consuming and expensive to sell. , unless you are rich, you have to eat synthetics."

Zheng Chen couldn't help frowning when he heard this, "Okay, you guys continue to work, let's go and have a look elsewhere."

The four of Zheng Chen went to more than a dozen remote areas, and found that the entire Luya people were controlled by a deformed social regime.

People are unknowingly divided into two types of people by society: positive people at the top and negative people at the bottom.

Due to the inclination of wealth, the upper class has excellent education and high-quality resources. After nearly a hundred years of development, they have become better and better.

"Brother, do we want to interfere with their evolution?" Li Yuzhi asked.

"Those who can use this kind of policy will not lose money if they are plundered by galaxy pirates. There is really a way in the universe, and the world will repay it!"

Within a month, if you cannot significantly improve the difference between the lower class and the upper class, we will immigrate all the lower class people to new planets and let them evolve independently.

"Ah?!! This... this..." The Luya leadership group all looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

If you quickly improve social differences, you will still have the opportunity to join the Star Alliance. If you want to join a utopian alliance, you must first become a truly utopian civilization, or join the pirates! "

Zheng Chen said: "There are no more applications, and I have been rejected since then, we are not like pirates to forcibly interfere with your evolution, but we will not watch billions of so-called lower-class people lose the meaning of life.

Zheng Chen gave him a cold look, and said with a smile: "You Luya people are divided into positive people at the upper level and negative people at the lower level. Why didn't you write this clearly on the application form?"

However, a small number of upper-level people who knew this truth chose to ignore it. They knew that this phenomenon was caused by their wrong strategy, but they were unwilling to correct it.

The Luya leader asked anxiously: "Then what about our application to join the Galactic Interstellar Alliance?"

Generation after generation, they have been nailed to the lower classes of society. They have become numb, and all they care about every day is to work hard to complete the workload in exchange for food.

"Respected Marshal Zheng of the Star Alliance, how is your inspection of our civilization? When will the Star Alliance council approve it?" the leader asked respectfully.

"Of course they don't interfere. They haven't entered the second-level star civilization yet, but if they want to join the Star Alliance, they have to make the lower class people the same as the upper class."

When Zheng Chen raised his hand, it was instantly disintegrated into a large cloud of dust. There was no blood, but it was even more terrifying.

The executioner, Zheng Chen, was expressionless, as normal as blinking his eyes.

"When the synthetic food technology was breached, you cut off the way for the lower class to advance. They were strangled by the throat of fate by your upper class. Isn't it numb to resist? The rebels have been suppressed by you, and the rest are numb You don’t give them a chance to change, you restrict their thinking, and now you say they are self-defeating, what about your conscience?”

The polarization has become more and more serious. In the last ten years or so, there have been no middle-class people in the world. In Luya Star, there are only positive people at the top and negative people at the bottom.

The leader said: "Marshal Zheng, can you give us a month to discuss? Civilization will give us a reply after a month."

Most of the upper-class people don't know that the basic labor is done by the lower-class negative people. Without the lower-class negative people, with their level of civilization and technology, they can't make robots to replace them.

In the end, it was reduced to working desperately, in exchange for the food to survive every day.

More than 2 pirates knelt on the deck trembling.

Due to long-term malnutrition, the descendants of the lower class began to show mental deterioration and became more difficult to turn over.

After the investigation was clear, Zheng Chen felt sad for the numb lower-level lures and angry at the upper-level lure leaders.

Zheng Chen smiled slightly: "Do you think I am a very kind person? Of course I am kind to the kind and bright race, but to the evil race, hmph! See for yourself!"

They are waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the rapid advancement of technology to create artificial robots to replace the lower-class people, and then completely abandon the lower-class people.

Zheng Chen waved his hand and said: "Don't explain, you know that you are lying, and you also know that we know that you are lying, but you still say it like this, there is no need to talk about it."

The Luya leader was taken aback, and quickly explained: "Marshal Zheng, you misunderstood. The evolution of a civilization will inevitably give up some things, just like the evolution of creatures. Carnivores give up the function of accumulating fat in order to run faster. Birds give up their forelimb grasping ability in order to fly."

The leader of the Lures was stunned, and immediately explained with a smile: "Marshal Zheng, you have misunderstood. You shouldn't think about those who are unwilling to make progress. They are numb and have given up the value of their lives. We Lures join the Star Alliance. Don’t take the lower-class negative people with you.”

However, the lower class people have been eating cheap synthetic food with single nutrition for a long time from the beginning, causing various diseases in the body, and spending a lot of money on treatment.

The upper-class people regard the relief of the lower-class people as a kind of charity, and call them the waste of civilization evolution.

This is why they send signals to the universe to find extraterrestrial civilizations, just to develop their own technology by leaps and bounds.

Zheng Chen found it inconceivable that this was actually the words of a leader who claimed to be peaceful and kind.

The picture of Zheng Chen executing the pirates was immediately played on the big screen in the conference room.

Zheng Chen and the others immediately returned to the Star Destroyer and sent the Luya leader group to the meeting room.

"You are not qualified to make demands, the Guardian Team of the Star Alliance will be here soon, you can figure it out yourself!"

After Zheng Chen finished speaking, he waved his hand and sent all these leading groups to the ground.

A contact report was then sent to the Covenant's Orion Arm Command, causing the Covenant to send a guardianship team.

Three days later, ten cruisers came from the Guardians of the Star Alliance, and a habitable star was selected as a backup star for the immigrants of the lower-level lures.

After Zheng Chen explained the matter, he continued to set off in the Star Destroyer with the [-] expeditionary force, heading for the deep space of the universe.