mtl008 Chapter 4192 is about the Supreme Sorcerer (32)
Chapter 4192 is about the Supreme Sorcerer (32)
Chapter 4192 is about the Supreme Mage (Chapter 32)
The Supreme Intelligence is about to explode. The Minister of Development might only want to sell one planet, but you want to sell the entire sector???
“Don’t look at me like that, we had no other choice.” The Minister of Armed Forces shook his head and said, “You have to admit that this place is indeed not very suitable for office work. I disagreed with building our own star system in the first place, and His Majesty the Emperor was also reluctant, but we couldn’t resist the lobbying of those old ministers. They have a completely war-oriented mindset, and they think about everything they do as it’s easy to control. Aren’t we young people the ones who suffer the most?”
“We can find a natural star system with a better environment, buy it for a bit of money, and then sell the ring sector. This place is actually in a good geographical location, and all that man-made equipment and that big reactor are worth some money. Although this money isn't enough to rebuild the planet, as long as the natural star system's environment is good, we only need to do the renovations on the planet, which is much simpler. Besides, even if it's just for their own enjoyment, they'll build it properly. This is much cheaper than repairing this lousy place.”
The Supreme Intelligence also understood that these people dared to extort and demand bribes because they knew that although the Ring Star District was a bit dilapidated, it was still usable. They weren't in a hurry, so naturally they wouldn't work properly.
But if they sell this place and are forced to move to a new star system, then they'll have to build that new system properly. Otherwise, will they have to eat dirt on a barren planet again?
On the way back, the Supreme Intelligence pondered: Don't let the old appearance of this place fool you; the technological level of the three great empires is undeniable. From planetary warships to reactors, these are things advanced civilizations dream of. Taking them back and dismantling them for spare parts would be incredibly profitable—these are military supplies that are normally unavailable.
Should they be sold individually or as a package? Selling them individually would be easier. Supreme Wisdom already has several potential buyers in mind, and he is absolutely confident that they will place an order immediately.
If sold as a package, it could fetch a high price. After all, those with the financial strength to buy it all probably wouldn't dismantle it into parts; they'd likely repurpose it into a capital city or something similar. He already had a few candidates in mind, mostly from star systems with harsh native environments, eager to escape. This place was indeed suitable for their relocation.
First, however, they needed to get these people to abandon the idea of repairing it and agree to sell the sector directly. "I should have known better than to punch that minister," the Supreme Intelligence thought with some regret. Since it was going to be sold anyway, why not just sell the entire sector?
He arrived at Strange's office and knocked. Strange looked up at him. The Supreme Intelligence walked over and said, "I'm planning to sell the Ring Sector."
"What?!?!" Strange was clearly startled. He said, "What do you mean? What are you going to sell?"
"It's this galaxy beneath our feet," the Supreme Intelligence said thoughtfully. "Do you think it's better to sell them separately or as a package?"
"Are you crazy? What kind of spell did Schiller cast on you?!"
"What does this have to do with Schiller?" the Supreme Intelligence said. "The cost of repairs is too high; even the three great empires combined can't afford it. Besides, this star system itself does have some shortcomings. If it's repaired now, it'll need repairs again in a few thousand years. It's better to find a natural star system with better conditions and move there, solving the problem once and for all."
“It’s over,” Strange said. “You’ve been blinded by greed.”
“I’m serious,” the Supreme Intelligence said. “The three great empires hardly ever sell military supplies, and this entire star system was built using our military technology, so it should be very popular. Perhaps we could hold an auction; that would fetch a higher price. Also, we definitely need to monitor corruption; we should establish a new department…”
Strange was speechless. He sat back in his chair, trying to offer one last reminder, and looked at the Supreme Intelligence, saying, "Is it possible that all the changes that have occurred here since I came to the Interstellar Council are because you haven't dealt with greed properly?"
“I don’t understand what you mean, Sorcerer Supreme. In fact, I can’t comprehend most of what you’re saying. In your human terms, it’s too philosophical, something electronic life can’t grasp. There’s never been anything called greed in my threads; I don’t know where to find it, so I can’t deal with it. If you’re referring to that bunch of programming errors, if I could change them, they wouldn’t exist.” The Supreme Intelligence stood up and said, “I have other matters to attend to; I’ll be going now. Goodbye.”
Strange leaned back in his chair, burying himself in it, and sighed. It wasn't that he didn't want to speak frankly, but things had come to this point, and there was no point in saying anything. The entire Interstellar Council had no other choice.
To the Supreme Intelligence's slight satisfaction, the sale of the Ring Star District was progressing relatively smoothly, with most departments agreeing. They also didn't object to the Supreme Intelligence personally overseeing the entire sale process. After all, the money would have to be spent eventually; they could always make their own moves later.
The buyers had been mostly contacted, and they ultimately decided to sell the goods separately. In order to strengthen their ties with their own forces, they did not plan to hold an auction, but instead reserved a few spots for a small-scale bidding process, with payment made on the spot.
With the issue of selling resolved, the issue of buying arose: where exactly would they move the new political center?
In fact, there are natural star systems with favorable conditions, but since the conditions are good, it's easy for civilizations to emerge and develop rapidly. Less advanced civilizations are incompatible with communication, while advanced civilizations demand exorbitant prices. The council, with dozens of departments, spent several days searching but couldn't find a suitable candidate.
After finally finding a few that seemed suitable, we sent people to inspect them in person, only to discover that they had all sorts of problems, such as insufficient stellar lifespan, excessively high dark matter energy levels, and powerful demons roaming around.
They examined all the galaxies at the center of the universe, but still had no clue. Finally, the newly appointed head of the Cosmology Department suggested that they should actually move to a more remote location.
It could be a peculiar natural law, or it could be the influence of some special rules, but in any case, the closer to the center of the universe, the more prosperous the civilization; the farther away from the central singularity, the fewer the civilizations.
There's a real estate industry in the universe too. Land prices are higher in the center of the universe, and lower in remote areas. The Ring Star Sector, established early, has a very good location, close to the prosperous areas of the three major empires, and that space sold for a considerable sum. But if you wanted to use that money to buy a more central location, you definitely couldn't afford it. It's better to buy a more remote one, renovate it nicely, and if all else fails, just open a portal route.
The Supreme Wisdom thought this was a good idea, since these officials rarely went home anyway, so it didn't really matter where they lived. If they wanted to choose a more remote location, they could pick one with a better natural environment.
So he set his sights on some remote star systems, and after some searching, he actually found some pretty good ones. However, his choices were met with strong opposition from the council.
"Oh my god, I don't want to go to those country bumpkins' place!" the Minister of Security complained at the morning meeting. "I was born at the center of the universe and have never strayed far from the Great Singularity in my life. And now you want me to go to those dark galaxies? They're terrifying there. I'm not going!"
“I don’t want to go either,” the finance minister sighed. “My child is only three years old, and I have to go home to be with her every day. I also don’t have that much money to pay for the portal.”
“One of my colleagues was assigned to work in a very remote star system. When a meteor hit that planet, he couldn’t even send a distress signal and just died there. I don’t want to die!”
"Help me! Those robots can work anywhere, of course, they don't need entertainment, but if we really move them to some godforsaken place, do I have to travel across half the universe for a vacation?"
Just then, the Secretary of Commerce coughed twice and began to wink at Strange. Everyone quieted down, because they all thought of one thing—the Sorcerer Supreme's homeland was also very remote.
No, that can't even be considered remote. What they mean by remote is that it's a little far from the center of the universe, like someone from the Second Ring Road complaining about the Fourth or Fifth Ring Road. But the Milky Way's geographical location in the universe is basically equivalent to the area between Miyun and Pinggu districts.
But at that moment, the finance minister suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said, "I think the Milky Way is pretty good, what do you think?"
Everyone was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized what they meant and began nodding frantically: "That's right, that's right, I think the Milky Way is really great."
"Yes, the Milky Way is clearly the natural center of cosmic politics."
"The Milky Way is amazing! I think we could totally move there!"
Hearing the familiar words, Strange snapped out of his daze and said, somewhat bewildered, "What? What galaxy?"
Then he saw everyone staring at him with gleaming eyes, and the Treasurer rubbed his hands together and said, "We think the Milky Way is a good choice, what do you think, Sorcerer Supreme?"
"What? What choice?" Strange hadn't even reacted yet.
"The next cosmic political center! Aren't we choosing a relocation site? We all agree that the Milky Way is great—beautiful scenery, excellent location. What do you think?"
"Uh, I...uh...are you guys crazy?"
Strange looked utterly astonished. He genuinely thought these guys had gone mad. He took a sip of water and said, "You've probably never even heard of the constellations humans can observe. You think Gemini is too far away? The Milky Way must be way off the map!"
“No, no, no,” the ministers shook their heads vigorously. “We all agree that the Milky Way is a good choice. As long as you agree, we will immediately send an expedition team to conduct an on-site investigation. Once the monitoring data is satisfactory, we will prepare to initiate the purchase process…”
“Wait a minute,” Strange said, holding out a hand, “who are you buying it from? Does the galaxy have an owner?”
"The nine kingdoms. We will contact Asgard, so you don't need to worry. We guarantee fair prices and a reasonable transaction. Rest assured."
Strange was still a bit bewildered, not understanding why they had set their sights on the Milky Way. Although he was an anthropocentric and loved Earth, from an objective point of view, the Milky Way was indeed very remote, and for a long time, the gods couldn't understand each other's languages. Why would they want to go to such a place?
There must be some political motive he's unaware of. But in reality, he doesn't know all the political motives. But that's alright, there's Schiller, isn't there? As soon as the meeting ended, Strange went to find Schiller.