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Chapter 1263 No. 170: Synchronicity

In a sense, the criminal organization data compiled by Phyllis of the Land of Light Office itself solved one of the doubts in Omer's mind.

That is - is Luzas the loser group in his own perception?
The common situation of time travelers in the Holy Terra Federation gave Luzas the possibility to perfectly reproduce himself, but it also brought the risk of being imitated and cosplayed.

Although it is difficult to say what kind of elements would imitate such an organization, there are hundreds of billions of people in the Terra Federation, and the floating population on Earth is close to tens of billions.

Who knows if there will be some like-minded people?
In an era when the Internet was not well developed, spiritual eccentrics might still be closed and isolated in different places, without the chance to come into your sight. But in the Internet environment of the Federation's generation, the threshold for forming a group is obviously surprisingly low.

Coupled with this, with a good social environment where all kinds of monsters and demons can get enough food, the appearance rate of mentally ill people has greatly increased. As a result, the Internet environment has become more dangerous, and the information cocoon has become a stable place where one can live in peace.

"Come to think of it, I've always thought that social welfare benefits are malicious."

Looking at the socioeconomic fragments that passed through the materials planned by Omer, the Q version of Morrison standing next to the document spoke using the loudspeaker function, deeply demonstrating what it means to "whenever you want to give him some respect, he speaks."

The adopted son sighed when he heard this.

"You're the only one who shouldn't be saying this, right?"

"Who spent three years' savings at once to buy a flashy wand and let the child go to the counter to collect relief?"

"Well, that is a legal poverty subsidy, it cannot be called relief money!" the Q-version man shouted loudly, causing the tall man in a black helmet next to him to laugh.

Then the helmeted man was dragged to the recycle bin by a long press of a finger.

No matter what, Omer couldn't tolerate Alexis making fun of his adoptive father.

Although he did look very embarrassing.

"Relief money should be the kind that unemployed people receive!" Especially this stubborn look, which made Omar feel a little confused and tired.

It's been a long time since I felt this kind of tiredness, but when I think about it carefully, the last time was just two days ago, so it wasn't that long at all.

From feeling like there were aliens around me, to feeling like there were reckless people around me, to feeling like there were people of the same kind who were investigating me deeply...

But now, it seems that he is surrounded by people who talk nonsense. Even Suzuko's complaints and complaints about adding sugar to his coffee, which is usually made by the teahouse staff, are becoming impossible to ignore.

Why are the people around me always so similar? Is there something wrong with my play?
No, generally speaking, you shouldn't look for problems in yourself right away. The problem should be with the world - that's too Uchiha. Omer, who felt that he couldn't be an Uchiha, twisted his nose and picked up the glasses on the table.

He had to admit that what his adoptive father said made sense. On the one hand, the so-called relief fund program was like an excellent social minimum living allowance, but on the other hand, it made it impossible for many poor people to get out of poverty. Even senior devils in the Demon Realm praised the ingenuity of the system itself, which perfectly utilized the weaknesses of human nature.

It is not inevitable that many people in this world are poor and destitute, but there are also a group of people who are lazy, stupid, and incompetent by nature. The only stage in their lives that may shine is when they have no way out.

Struggle is inevitable.

No matter how depraved a player is, he may burst out some sparks different from the past at that time, but... the relief money is just a layer of light warm water, which makes him feel comfortable while eliminating the possibility of sparks bursting out.

This group of people is destined to rot slowly until one day they become a decreasing number in the population statistics and an increasing number in funeral services, shifting the pressure of resources from reality to the underworld, the Internet and the like.

It is worth mentioning that in the Holy Terra Federation, there are all kinds of strange statistics, including statistics on social groups harmed by the relief program.

Among them, the group that always occupies the top five is the group of time travelers.

Yes, according to that statistical result, among the entire Terra Federation’s group of time travelers, it can be said that one out of every ten is living on welfare benefits and subsistence allowances.

To be honest, these strange statistics of the Federation are not particularly rigorous and are far from being universal truths. They can only be used as topics of conversation when you are bragging to others. However, the options that always stay in the top five every year have some objective arguments that you cannot ignore.

Unable to adapt to the Federation's technology, unable to adapt to the Federation's energy, unable to adapt to the Federation's living standards, or simply exhausted by life in his hometown, instead of rising up in the new world, he chose to let the new world fall apart - under all those possibilities, Omar once only regarded it as a topic of conversation.

Until the suspicion of tanking shown by Bize at the beginning, which made him stab the other party with words several times as a test, he felt that some jokes on the Internet would eventually appear around him one day.

Of course, that doesn't matter now.

Although it is difficult to comment, after buying a bionic girlfriend, Bize seems to be working hard for her. I wonder what kind of future plans he has made.

Let’s just pretend we don’t know for now.

Omer, who always pays a lot of attention to the people around him, is happy to see this happen, and does not point it out. However, the current problem is obviously not here, but in-

——Is laziness really the core of all this?
He moved his fingers across the forums frequented by many time travelers and aliens, looking at the posts that seemed very legitimate at first glance, complaining about work problems and bad lives.

Despite the deep resentment, few of them care to do anything.

But if it weren't for the censored photos that occasionally appear in the posts to reveal their alien identities, you would probably just think that these contents came from the mouths of some failed middle-aged office workers, rather than some registered aliens who even have an entry in the wiki of the Kingdom of Light. Obviously, laziness is not just the core of all this.

The essence of decay is the lack of vitality, the lack of vitality, and the fear of taking a step forward.

Everyone has an unknown area that is difficult for them to easily enter, difficult to take risks in, and difficult to understand. This area can be in career, emotions, or even in life.

Bize's hesitation about the complicated future, Narita Bairen's aversion to running in the past, everyone has their own difficulties, and aliens are no exception. That's why there is the Metron who is still living a comfortable life in prison and doesn't care about anything at all.

The alien who is a fan of Uma Musume has no intention of considering the complexity of this world. He just wants to watch Uma Musume. Apart from that, he would like to slap the boss who has been exploiting him and his colleagues.

In this regard, Omer did achieve what he expected, sending him and his boss, Commander Black, to prison.

But this time, as he was flipping through the list.

When the effect of the guinea pig potion finally wore off, allowing him to return to his youthful appearance, he used human fingers to stroke the rows of small windows that were arranged like the camera in a surveillance room.

At the same time, not far away, Zero and Xiao Lu were chatting happily, as if they had forgotten the awkward moment when the latter asked them about their recent situation but they could only avoid the question.

He was not there to fulfill the expectations of these lifeless cosmic beings.

Rather, he was looking forward to these people.

I look forward to them showing what it takes to help me as a member of Luzas.

So now he not only flipped through these posts, but also handed over the IDs and past records of these accounts to the private accounts of Holhaiya and Guishe, through the red eyes that were flowing with data like Gilbaris.

Naturally, there is segmentation.

The list of people who need Holhaiya to test and confirm and the list of people who need to be treated roughly by Ghost Snake must be counted separately.

Although it wasn't long since the two of them took action, compared to Holhaiya who was familiar with this, Ghost Snake was probably like a player entering an open world, feeling unfamiliar and difficult with everything, and could only barely get through the instructions of each function, but Omer still sent the clue of the main task over.

Anyway, they are all discouraged guys who are eager to quit the game, and here are mature feathered serpents and irritable ghost snakes, so there is no need to worry about the contagion of decadence.

To be honest, compared to the decadence over there.

Omer still felt that the Rhode Island Laboratory, where he was going to go after get off work, was the more powerful gathering place for the discouraged brothers.

Especially after another round of academic debate broke out between Miss Theresa and that Priss the day before yesterday.

They seemed to have finally realized that the exploration of nothingness was too costly and that they needed to start another project, so they might as well return to the path of pure dimensional reinforcement.

Repair the breaches, clean up the home, and strive for a more efficient method - even after turning to such a new direction, the technology of monster cards is still needed, and Omer's punching work continues.

It's just that the researchers who originally had great ambitions for the project couldn't help but feel disappointed about this. Even though several leaders said that they would restart the project if there was a chance in the future, it still looked like a gathering place for discouraged people.

It reminds Omar of the battlefield on the first day of the college entrance examination.

But the laboratory is not an examination room. Omer hopes that today's Kazdel Military Council will not be as depressing and heavy as the ancient Sarkaz ceremony.

So three hours later.

He waited for a group of onlookers who looked like bloodthirsty spectators in the magnetic field.

"Is that what the Regent is going to fight? That's Omer Linton?"

"Wow, the rumors are actually true, a battle between giant beasts."

"Is this bet reliable? Will that woman from Vishdale swallow it?"

"First, let me confirm whether betting on Omer Linton to win is considered treason?"

…noisy and chaotic like a market.

Under the watch of such a crowd, Godzilla in the distance snorted and emitted a few sparks of doubt.

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I wish all the high school seniors among my readers good luck in the college entrance examination, and I also wish all the high school seniors that my readers care about good luck in the college entrance examination.