I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 1021 - 628 The Indulgent Soul and a Painful
Chapter 1021: Chapter 628: The Indulgent Soul and a Painful Lesson_1
Chapter 1021 -628: The Indulgent Soul and a Painful Lesson_1
The fleet engineers stopped manufacturing cryogenic chamber containers and began to mass-produce interstellar long-range spacecraft with ultra-long stable navigation capabilities, huge living spaces, and high-performance energy absorbers.
Theoretically, after absorbing the latest research results, these spacecraft can maintain a speed of 500 times the speed of light for a million years, and can generate additional energy to continuously produce cryogenic chambers during flight.
Everyone was free to choose what they wanted to do and become, and everything was going smoothly in the fleet. The situation seemed to be very positive, but the initiators of the reform, Solent Cage and his son, were troubled.
“The number of people signing up to leave is increasing, even too many. This is already seriously affecting the fleet’s original plan.”
At the dinner table, Solent Cage spoke with concern.
Compared to the other nurturing first-generation members, Solent Cage, who was an artificial human since childhood and had never seen his parents, adopted the very rare full-time companion mode when raising his offspring.
When Aphelios was young, the family of three lived under the same roof.
Over thirty years ago, in an encounter battle, Aphelios’ mother, an S-class female warrior, unfortunately perished, leaving only the father and son.
After Aphelios became an adult, the father and son’s dormitories were very close, and whenever they were not very busy, they would usually dine together and talk about work and life.
The relationship between the father and son was much stronger than that in an ordinary family.
“Father, I…”
Aphelios hung his head and spoke in a low voice.
At this moment, the blond young man showed no more of the vigor and enthusiasm he had when he first launched the “coup”; he only seemed full of worries and doubts.
The rapidly deteriorating situation made him feel guilty and tormented.
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Solent sighed, patted his son’s shoulder.
“It’s not your fault. At first, I was willing to support you because there were not such large-scale ideological differences in the previous expeditionary Fire Dragon fleets. This led me, you, and everyone in the Free Will Alliance to make a wrong judgment, thinking that our fleet would be the same.”
“But the facts proved that we were all too optimistic. There were no differences in the Fire Dragon fleet because their size was at most a few million people, which was not enough to form a complete social system. The second and third generations in the Fire Dragon fleet, and even their descendants, had to establish their personal will on the soil provided by the distant imperial will.”
“The situation of the Nameless Fleet is different. Our scale is too large, and we have formed a complete social operation system. Moreover, unlike other star system colonies in the empire, our communication with the imperial headquarters can only be done through the exchange of data packets at regular intervals, which has caused too much separation between both parties.”
“Although under the leadership of General Quentin Cooper, the fleet has tried its best to strengthen ideological education, without the influence of society, even the most beautiful language is rootless and cannot compare to the subtle influence of countless details in everyday life. Unknowingly, we have become a new civilization.”
“Even without you and Dylan Mitchell’s leadership in the Free Will Alliance, other rebels would have been born. This is historical inevitability, the choice of civilization, and it cannot be stopped or defied. We have opened this Pandora’s box, and things have spiraled out of control. Sigh…”
Hearing this sigh, Aphelios raised his head and looked at his father’s face, thinking that his father seemed to have aged several decades in an instant.
In his memory, his father, Solent Cage, was an incredibly strong man who never sighed or shed a tear in front of anyone, even when his mother died in battle.
But now his father had become this way.
“Father…”
Solent Cage raised his hand and interrupted Aphelios’s choked voice, then pinched his son’s shoulder again.
“Aphelios, in a few days, let me stand up as the first supreme governor of the Free Will Alliance, and then I’ll try a public speech. If the situation still cannot be changed, and this reform causes irreparable losses to the fleet, leading to our inability to successfully reach the Galactic Center, or a meaningless defeat, let me bear all the guilt. It’s me who should be nailed to the pillar of historical shame, not you. I have let the Empire and our ancestors down.”
“You and Dylan Mitchell are still young, and you still have the chance to prove yourselves again. When the time comes, you should escape if you can. It’s fine to stay in the Galactic Center Region as a guerrilla team and hold on as long as possible. I’m already old, and it’s rightfully so that I should be the one blamed for making the biggest mistake in this matter.”
At this dinner table, the father and son talked a lot, seemingly very in-depth, but they still overlooked one point.
Aphelios was not a true civilian.
In his growth process, the people he had deep contact with at any generation, could be considered as exceptional, with their positions basically at the middle or higher level, and very few true bottom-layer fleet people.
The information surface and depth of the upper-middle class contacts with the lower-class civilians are different.
At first, Aphelios saw that most of the people around him were inclined to stay and fight; maybe they were sincere in their intentions initially, but these people were just one small part of the whole picture.
