Chapter 432: The Daily Life of the Max-Level Second Generation: A Show of Affluence

Ages passed, and another few hundred years went by.

The technological explosion of Yanhuang Civilization has entered a relatively stable period.

It's not that progress has slowed, but because the level of technology has become so high that ordinary people cannot comprehend it.

Many new technologies are not even announced to the outside world.

Because the principles of those technologies have surpassed the range describable by conventional language and logic, forcing an explanation may instead cause cognitive disorders among the general populace.

The entire Yanhuang Civilization has formed a peculiar social structure.

The top-tier scientists are exploring the ultimate mysteries of the universe.

The middle-tier engineers and managers are turning those "gods'" creations into usable tools.

While ordinary citizens enjoy this paradisiacal life, they also study hard, constantly enhancing their own value.

Life spans of millions of years, endless resources, absolute safety.

All they need to do is learn, create, and… reproduce.

During this nearly thousand-year peaceful development, the population of Yanhuang Civilization also experienced explosive growth.

New territories are continually being developed, new bases continually being established.

The entire Laniakea Supercluster has completely become the territory of Yanhuang Civilization.

And Qin Hao's five children also grew up quietly during this time.

They are no longer the children who used to roughhouse in the courtyard.

……

Yanhuang Heavenly Court, First Military Simulation Laboratory.

This is the most advanced tactical deduction center of Yanhuang Civilization.

Its internal supercomputer can simulate, within one second, an interstellar war involving tens of thousands of billions of warships lasting over a thousand years.

At this moment, in the center of the command room, a young man nearly two meters tall, with a slender build, floats in midair with his eyes closed.

His visage bears a seven-tenths resemblance to the young Qin Hao, but his demeanor is even more sharp, like a drawn sword.

This is Qin Hao's eldest son, Qin Zheng.

Around him are hundreds of Yanhuang Civilization's top tactical analysts and staff officers.

Everyone's face shows a mixed expression of awe and fervor.

"Report! Blue Side's Seventeenth-Dimension Fleet has been completely annihilated!"

"Report! Blue Side's command position has been swallowed by a suddenly appearing micro black hole!"

"Blue Side's supreme commander's consciousness has been forcibly severed, and war authorization has been seized!"

"Blue Side… has surrendered."

As the final battle report arrived, the entire command room fell into dead silence.

Everyone stared blankly at the floating young man in the center.

In the just-concluded simulation battle,

Blue Side was a hypothetical enemy simulated by the system, possessing complete sixth-level peak technology and a force exceeding ten thousand billions.

Red Side had only one person.

Qin Zheng.

He used no warships, nor any large-scale weapons of mass destruction.

He merely hovered there.

With his terrifyingly powerful mind, he directly invaded Blue Side's war network.

His innate spatial talent tore open, at the center of Blue Side's fleet, rifts leading to unknown dimensions with a casual gesture.

And the rule-level power inherited from Qin Hao forcibly altered the existence definition of Blue Side's commander, turning him into meaningless data.

The whole war, from start to finish, lasted only three minutes.

A sixth-level peak hypothetical enemy civilization was, in those three minutes, toyed with by him alone and finally collapsed in surrender.

"Boring."

Qin Zheng slowly opened his eyes, his gaze carrying a hint of indifference mismatched with his age.

He stretched, then descended from midair.

"The hypothetical enemies in the system are still too weak. Their tactics are completely predictable. Their reactions are full of logical loopholes."

He looked at the commander-in-chief of the command room.

"Next time, can you find me a true opponent?"

The supervisor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, forced a smile, and said:

"Throughout the Laniakea Supercluster, there is no civilization that can be your opponent. How about… we raise the difficulty to seventh-level initial stage?"

"Seventh level?"

A glint of interest finally appeared in Qin Zheng's eyes.

"Let's try."

At that moment, a gentle female voice sounded in the command room.

"Brother, you're bullying people again?"

At the doorway stood a girl wearing a white dress, her hair tied in twin tails, looking delicate.

She was Qin Hao's second daughter, Qin Yue.

She appears to be about sixteen or seventeen, but her lively eyes flash with the light of wisdom.

"Little Yue? How did you come here?"

Seeing his sister, Qin Zheng's icy, unapproachable aura instantly melted.

"Mom and Dad sent me to call you home for dinner."

Qin Yue ran over to Qin Zheng, hopping and skipping, and linked arms with him.

"You're almost treating this place as home; if you don't go back, Mom will nag you again."

Qin Zheng smiled helplessly, letting his sister drag him outside.

As he passed those tactical analysts, his powerful aura made those experts who had lived for thousands of years instinctively hold their breath.

Their eyes were full of respect.

Watching the back of that golden boy and jade girl, the supervisor let out a long sigh.

"Too terrifying..."

A young staff officer couldn't help but whisper, "Qin Zheng's strength is probably not much inferior to that of the former Chief Commander Qin."

The supervisor shook his head, his eyes filled with awe.

"No, you're wrong."

"Each of those five is not much inferior to the former Qin Hao."

……

At Qin Hao's home.

The whole family was gathered around a huge round table, having dinner.

Though called dinner, it was merely a form of family gathering.

For beings at their life level, eating is no longer necessary.

But Qin Hao and Qian Yin insisted on preserving this ancient tradition.

They believed it was the most important ritual for maintaining family bonds.

At the table, besides Qin Zheng and Qin Yue, there were three other children.

The third son, Qin Wu,

a taciturn youth who inherited Qin Hao's combat instinct, born a warrior born for battle.

The fourth child, Qin Si,

a girl wearing frameless glasses (as an accessory), with a quiet and refined demeanor.

Her brain is like a supercomputer, her sensitivity to data and logic even surpassing her mother Qian Yin's.

The youngest son, Qin An,

is an easygoing optimist; he has no outstanding talent, but he possesses a unique ability—affability.

Whether human, alien, or even cold silicon-based life, all are willing to get close to him.

"Zheng'er, I heard you broke through the military simulation system again today?"

Qin Hao picked up a vegetable grown with the Dew of Life and placed it in Qin Zheng's bowl.

"Dad, it's just a program."

Qin Zheng said lightly.

"But you also shouldn't get too absorbed in it."

Qian Yin said from the side, "Research and combat are merely tools. What you truly need to learn is how to understand life, to understand civilization."

"Got it, Mom."

Qin Zheng nodded and obediently ate the vegetables in his bowl.

"Dad, I found something fun today!"

Qin Yue, presenting it like a treasure, pulled out a crystal glowing with a faint light from her pocket.

"I found this in the dimensional interlayer of the Gladiator Arena Star Domain. Its energy fluctuation is quite peculiar, not belonging to any known type."

Qin Hao took the crystal, glanced at it, and smiled.

"This is the Void's Tear, a byproduct formed in the early universe by the condensation of pure rules. For us now it's useless, just nice to look at."

He casually returned the crystal to his daughter.

Qin Yue pouted, a bit disappointed, but still put the crystal away like a treasure.

The family chatted in this warm and mundane atmosphere.

If outsiders heard what they were talking about, they'd probably be shocked.

"Dad, I've been perfecting a set of concept armaments that can attach the concept of sharpness to any object, even a feather."

That was the third son Qin Wu's words.

"Mom, I optimized the underlying algorithm of the Heavenly Net, boosting computational efficiency by another 0.01%."

That was the fourth child Qin Si's report.

"I spent this afternoon chatting with a cleaning robot; it said it wants to go see real stars."

That was the fifth son Qin An's sharing.

Qin Hao and Qian Yin patiently listened to each child's daily updates.

Their faces always bore a gentle smile.

Looking at these five extraordinarily outstanding, almost monstrous children before him, Qin Hao's heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of fulfillment and... security.

He considered himself to have a successor.

Even if one day he were to fall for some reason,

these five children would be enough to uphold this sea of stars.

They are the second line of defense, the strongest bulwark of the Yanhuang Civilization.