Chapter 343: Departure Imminent

Serving the Empire has now been nearly a month since its founding.

It is unlike the wild desolation of the initial days when everything was in disarray.

After this period of construction, the entire nation has taken shape and successfully rushed into the Information Age.

Even after Fang Can leaves, they will be able to replicate the current industry and innovate upon it.

The future backbone of the Empire selected by Fang Can has already begun trial management across various locations on this planet a week in advance.

The results are passable; the Empire is running in an orderly fashion.

After all, although Fang Can merely pointed out official positions at random,

the great hand of fortune happened to ensure that the person he pointed to possessed exactly the talent for that post.

And compared to the transparent-minded common people, Fang Can did not open the minds of these future pillars of the Empire.

These future Empresses and regional governors of the Empire differ significantly from the transparent-minded common people.

Regarding this, someone among the folk gave these officials the title of 【Wall-Facer】, which quickly spread.

Led by the 【Wall-Facers】, they these 【Trisolarans】!

Although their minds are closed off just like those martial artists.

But since they were personally appointed by Fang Can, the people's acceptance is tolerable, not as defensive as they are toward other martial artists.

What they worry about now is what the situation will become after Fang Can leaves?

As the final moment arrived, the Empire's people who had passionately struggled for thirty days stopped their work simultaneously to listen to the Holy Voice.

After all, this is Fang Can's final speech before leaving.

As the three-minute countdown for the trial of the Mind Network ended.

The image of Fang Can floated in the eyes of every person: a handsome man with white hair reaching his waist.

Unlike his previous exposure, when he appeared this time he was draped in silk, and the ferocity between his brows had vanished, making him much gentler.

Outside the heavens, the message transmitted by Jing Xu through the Mind Image, the martial artists all wore solemn expressions, but no one could know their thoughts.

Facing the gaze of the entire world, Fang Can smiled slightly and announced:

"This is the thirtieth day since I founded the Serving Empire, and also the day I formally depart."

"First, I am very gratified that this Empire has achieved such tremendous results within thirty days; this greatly exceeded my expectations."

"This is not my merit, so do not sing my praises."

"You should remember that from beginning to end I did not participate in the construction; what I provided was merely a platform for you to work in unison and a portion of knowledge."

"From beginning to end, every brick and tile of the entire Serving Empire is the achievement of you laborers."

"Whether martial artists or common people, all contributed their strength to it."

"I, this Immortal Master, actually wasted a considerable amount of human resources."

"For me, it was like a game player; I only needed to click the mouse and watch the progress bar fill up bit by bit."

"But this is not a game; whether buildings or equipment, they are all composed of the sweat of you people."

At the final moment of departure, Fang Can was not as domineering as during his previous rule.

Instead, he smiled and praised every single person in the Empire.

Within this month, every common person contributed their strength to it.

After granting relative equality, the initiative of these people was maximized.

With the youth's words, in everyone's heart, besides the pride of building the Empire, there were also faint traces of self-blame.

They felt that in the past month they had not tried hard enough, and were somewhat ashamed to accept the Immortal Master's praise.

At the same time, through the Mind Network, pleas to stay like snowflakes were sent to Fang Can, but all were rejected by the Mind Network for various reasons.

As the speech concluded, with a slight wave of Fang Can's hand, a voice rang in everyone's ears.

【Fang Can Mind Image Network service officially ended. Thank you for your use.】

【Before parting, I wish you good morning, good afternoon, and good evening for every day thereafter!】

After the final two farewell words were spoken, everyone present felt an emptiness in their hearts, and immediately the previously noisy thoughts vanished completely.

They detached from the original state of telepathy, and the relationship between people returned to being isolated islands.

Instinctively, some people clutched their chests, feeling empty and desolate.

The relationship that had become so familiar over the past thirty days was completely severed.

"Immortal Master? Are you still here?" someone instinctively asked.

Only this time, there was no answer in their hearts; what awaited them was a silence of the mind.

At this moment, some who were slow to realize became aware that from now on, the person who would wake them up every day and urge them to rest seriously every day was gone.

And outside the heavens, as the live broadcast cut off.

Thousands of white crystals scattered across the entire near-Earth orbit rushed toward Fang Can at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the distance, watching those crystals sweeping across the sky above the surface at supersonic speeds, some Fourth-Transcendence martial artists wore expressions of unprecedented dread.

Because inside every single crystal lay a power level equivalent to a Half-Step Fifth-Transcendence.

Without their unyielding resolve, they could not imagine why Fang Can, after having his body cut apart, still possessed vitality.

Theoretically speaking, the bodies of these martial artists are centered on the mind.

Once a living body is divided, the flesh and blood become mere dead matter, with no emotional fluctuations anymore, just a rapidly deactivating lump of meat.

It is simply impossible to achieve the degree of a human-arranged computer like Fang Can.

'However... the Immortal Master can finally leave...'

Watching the crystals whizzing past in near-Earth orbit, a vague and incomprehensible gleam flickered among some of the martial artists.

If not for Fang Can bringing them to space, they might still be on Earth mingling with mortals.

Although the Republic isn't bad, ruling over the people gives them a much wider horizon.

This world must have distinctions of rank and status.

Otherwise, why would they endure harsh winter training and scorching summer drills?

These Heaven-Path martial artists can effortlessly survive in space, detached from the biosphere.

These people have already planned to establish a paradise beyond the world directly on the Moon.

Then they would set these six-transformation forbidden stars as the lower realm to be worshipped by them.

Fang Can opened his palm, and the countless lattices began to contract inward at a visible speed.

Like compressing a file, before the astonished eyes of the martial artists.

The computer split from his body gently waved its hand, and thousands of lattices compressed and merged into a single black bracelet hanging on his wrist.

"A minor application to spatial structure," Fang Can explained, then smiled: "I'm leaving now. The entire Empire rests in your hands—don't disappoint my expectations."

"Of course, Lord Teach, rest assured," Yang Xiao and the other Fourth-Transformation martial artists suddenly patted their chests in assurance, though what they truly thought remained unknown.

"Then we'll meet again next time."

Fang Can raised his hand and waved gently; the next moment, his body silently reappeared before Ying Han.

(End of Chapter)