Chapter 4181: Yes, Supreme Sorcerer (32)

The Supreme Intelligence was about to explode. The Minister of Development at most wanted to sell a planet, and as a result, you want to sell the entire star zone???

"Don't look at me like that, we have no 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. When the Twelve Stars were built, the three major empires didn't expect that this stall could be laid so big, so they didn't choose to form an Interstellar Parliament in a natural star system, but simply built a star system themselves. It was all war thinking, thinking about good control in everything. Isn't it still us young people who are tossed?"

"We can find a natural star system with a good environment, spend some money to buy it, and then sell the Ring Star Zone. This place actually has a good geographical location, and this pile of man-made equipment and that big reactor are also worth some money. Although this money is not enough to rebuild a planet, as long as the natural star system environment is good, we only need to engage in decoration on the planet, which is much simpler. And, even for their own enjoyment, they will build it well. This is much cheaper than repairing this broken place."

The Supreme Intelligence also understood that, in fact, these people dared to take and eat like this, also because they knew that although the Ring Star Zone was a bit old, it could still be used, they were not in a hurry, and naturally they would not work well.

But if this place is sold, and they have to go to a new star system, then they must build the new star system well. Otherwise, when they go, do they still have to go to the wild planet to gnaw on the soil?

The Supreme Intelligence calculated on the way back: don't look at this place being a bit old, but the technological level of the three major empires is placed here. Regardless of whether it is a planet warship or a reactor, they are all things that those advanced civilizations dream of. Taking them back to dismantle some parts is also a big profit, which is military supplies that cannot be bought usually.

But should it be sold piece by piece, or as a package? Selling it piece by piece would be easier to sell. The Supreme Intelligence already had a few candidates for buyers, and he was absolutely certain that they would reserve it immediately.

Selling it as a package could fetch a high price. After all, those with the strength to buy it as a package probably wouldn't dismantle it for parts; it would more likely be transformed into a capital city or something similar. He had some candidates in mind as well, basically those whose native star systems had harsh environments and were desperate to move out. This place was indeed suitable for them to relocate.

But first, he had to make these people give up the idea of renovation and agree to sell the star sector directly. He should have known better than to punch that minister. The Supreme Intelligence felt some regret; since it was all for sale anyway, it would have been better to just sell a star sector.

He arrived at the door of Strange's office and knocked. Strange looked up at him. The Supreme Intelligence walked over and said, "I intend to sell the Ring Star Sector."

"What??!!" Strange was clearly startled as well. He said, "What do you mean? What are you going to sell?"

"This star system we are standing on," the Supreme Intelligence said thoughtfully. "Do you think it's better to sell it piece by piece, or as a package?"

"Are you crazy? What kind of soul-stirring soup did Schiller feed you?!"

"What does this have to do with Schiller?" the Supreme Intelligence said. "The renovation costs are too high, the three major empires combined can't afford it, and this star system itself is indeed lacking. Now that it's fixed, we'll have to fix it again in a few thousand years; it's better to find a natural star system with better conditions and move there—once and for all."

"It's over," Strange said. "You've been blinded by greed."

"I'm being serious with you," the Supreme Intelligence said. "The three major empires almost never sell military supplies, and this entire star system was built using our military technology, so it should be very popular. Perhaps we can hold an auction, which would fetch a higher price. Also, we do need to monitor corruption, so we should establish a new department..."

Strange had nothing left to say. He sat back in his chair, trying to give one last warning. He looked at the Supreme Intelligence and said, "Is there a possibility that since I arrived at the Interstellar Parliament, all the changes that have occurred here are because you haven't dealt with greed reasonably?"

"I don't understand what you mean, Sorcerer Supreme. In fact, I cannot understand most of what you say. In your human terms, it is too philosophical, not something an electronic lifeform can comprehend. There has never been anything called greed in my threads; I don't know where to find it, so naturally, there is no way to talk about dealing with it. If you are referring to those program errors, if I had a way to change them, they wouldn't appear." The Supreme Intelligence stood up and said, "I have other matters to attend to, I'm leaving now, goodbye."

Strange leaned back, threw himself into the chair, and sighed. It wasn't that he didn't want to be blunt, but things had reached this point, and it was meaningless whether he said anything or not. The entire Interstellar Parliament had no other choice.

What made the Supreme Intelligence feel a little better was that the sale of the Ring Star Sector went quite smoothly; all departments basically agreed, and they didn't object to the Supreme Intelligence personally supervising the entire sales process. Anyway, wouldn't the money be spent once they got their hands on it? It wouldn't be too late to pull some tricks then.

The buyers had basically been contacted, and in the end, they decided to sell it piece by piece. To strengthen ties with the forces under their jurisdiction, they didn't intend to hold an auction but rather reserved a few spots for a small-scale bidding process, where money and goods would be exchanged on the spot.

The problem of selling was handled, but the problem of buying arose: where exactly should they move the new political center?

Actually, it wasn't that there were no natural star systems with good conditions, but since the conditions were good, it was naturally easy for civilizations to be born, and civilizations were also easily developed further. Backward civilizations couldn't communicate, and advanced civilizations demanded too high a price. The Parliament had dozens of departments, and they hadn't picked a suitable one after picking for several days.

After finally finding a few that seemed suitable, they sent people to inspect them on-site, only to find all sorts of problems, such as insufficient stellar lifespan, high dark matter energy levels, powerful demons wandering about, and so on.

Having looked through all the star systems in the center of the universe, they had no clue. In the end, the newly established Minister of Cosmology proposed: they should actually move somewhere more remote.

It might be peculiar natural laws, or it might be the influence of some special rules; anyway, the closer to the center of the universe, the more prosperous the civilization; the further from the central singularity, the fewer the civilizations.

There is also a real estate industry in the universe; land prices in the center of the universe are relatively expensive, while remote places are cheaper. Because the Ring Star Sector was built early, its location was quite good, very close to the prosperous areas of the three major empires, and that piece of space sold for a lot of money. But if they wanted to use this money to buy something more central, they definitely couldn't afford it; it would be better to buy something more remote and renovate it well—at worst, they could just open a portal route.

The Supreme Intelligence felt this was also a way; anyway, these officials basically never went home, so it didn't really matter where they lived. If they chose somewhere more remote, they could pick a place with a better natural environment.

So he set his sights on some remote star systems, and after picking and choosing, he really did pick some good ones. However, his choices were met with strong opposition from the Parliament.

"My God, I don't want to go to those places where hillbillies stay!" the Secretary of Security complained at the morning meeting. "I was born in the center of the universe and have never left the Great Singularity too far in my life, and now you want me to go to those dark star systems? It's terrifying there, I'm not going!"

"I don't want to go either," the Secretary of Finance sighed. "My child is only three years old, I have to go home to accompany her every day, and I don't have that much money to pay for portal fees."

"A colleague of mine was sent to work in a particularly remote star system, and when a meteor hit that planet, he couldn't even send out a distress signal and just died there. I don't want to die!"

"Save me, those robots can work anywhere, of course, they don't need entertainment, but if we really move to such a godforsaken place, do I have to cross half the universe to go on vacation?"

But just at this moment, 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 hometown was also very remote.

No, that couldn't even be considered remote. The "remote" they were talking about was just a little further from the center of the universe, equivalent to people from the Second Ring complaining about the Fourth or Fifth Ring. But the geographical location of the Milky Way in the universe was basically equivalent to the area between Miyun and Pinggu.

But at this moment, the Secretary of Finance suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He said, "I think the Milky Way is not bad, what do you think?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but soon reacted, and then began to nod frantically: "That's right, that's right, I think the Milky Way is especially good."

"Yes, the Milky Way is obviously a natural political center of the universe."

"The Milky Way is great! I think we can totally move to the Milky Way!"

Hearing the familiar term, Strange woke up and said somewhat blankly, "What? What Milky Way?"

Then he saw everyone staring at him with green light in their eyes. The Secretary of Finance rubbed his hands and said, "We think the Milky Way is a good choice, what do you think? Sorcerer Supreme?"

"What? What choice?" Strange hadn't reacted yet.

"The next political center of the universe! Aren't we choosing a place to move to? We unanimously agree that the Milky Way is good, the scenery is beautiful, the geographical location is excellent, what do you think?"

"Uh, I... uh... are you all crazy?"

Strange was full of astonishment. He really felt that these people had lost their minds. He took a sip of water and said, "The constellations humans can observe, you might not have even heard of; you think the Great Attractor is too far, the Milky Way must be remote to the ends of the earth, right?"

"No, no, no," the ministers shook their heads like rattles. They said, "We unanimously agree that the Milky Way is a good choice. As long as you agree, we will immediately send an inspection team to conduct an on-site inspection. If the monitoring data is fine, we will prepare to start the purchase process..."

"Wait a minute," Strange held out a hand and said, "Who are you buying it from? Does the Milky Way have an owner?"

"The Nine Realms. We will contact Asgard; you don't need to worry about this. We guarantee a fair price and a reasonable transaction. Don't worry."

Strange was still a bit dazed, not understanding how they had taken a fancy to the Milky Way. Although he was a human supremacist and loved Earth very much, from an objective point of view, the Milky Way was indeed very remote, and for a long time, the languages of the gods were not mutually intelligible. How could they think of going to such a place?

There must be some political motive he didn't know about. But in fact, he didn't know any political motives. But it didn't matter; wasn't there still Schiller? As soon as the meeting adjourned, Strange came to find Schiller.