Mythology: Ragnarok

Chapter 308 Food Safety Hazards

Xuanyuan Muze gradually began to understand Slot's meaning, and his eyes gradually filled with fear. He stammered, "You mean..."

Slot bluntly stated, "Yes, my friend, you are destroying yourselves. Without the intervention of genetic engineering, the self-evolution of organisms is a very long process. You will suffer from overnutrition because you have your own eating habits. Your stomachs will secrete enough digestive juices at regular intervals to stimulate you to eat, and your appetites will grow bigger and bigger, like animals that are never full. Even if you realize that you need to control your diet, it will be too late, because your bodies have already become dependent on those foods."

Gradually, you will find that only those with naturally weak digestive systems who can eat whatever they want without gaining weight can live healthily under such dietary habits. Then the laws of evolution will begin to appear, and your digestive system will gradually degenerate into a state that can adapt to this kind of refined food and prevent overnutrition. But do you know what this means?

This means that your lives and diets will be inseparable from 'technology and hard work', your stomachs will no longer be able to accept food from nature, your increasingly frail bodies will depend entirely on technology to prolong your lives, the entire civilization will be extremely fragile, countless people will pay a heavy price for their appetites, and the entire civilization will be in turmoil and not long for life!

If commerce is not regulated, businessmen like me don't care about the lives of ordinary people. I will only try my best to figure out how to make better food, and I wish you would eat my food every day. At that time, uncontrolled commerce that only pursues animalistic desires will become the last straw that breaks the camel's back!

So now you understand why the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Races suppresses merchants and the food processing industry, right? Are you aware that you're all using drugs in groups, my friend? According to the laws of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Races, many business activities in your hometown would land you in hell!

Looking back now, obesity is probably no longer a disease for you, but rather a normal occurrence.

Xuanyuan Muze stared wide-eyed and shook his head repeatedly, saying, "No, it shouldn't be like this, no, there must be a way to solve this future! You must have a way, right!" As he spoke, Xuanyuan Muze walked over, grabbed Slot's shoulders, shook him, and asked excitedly.

Slot said calmly, "What good is a businessman like me? The only solution I can think of is to slow down the development of the food industry and develop genetic science as much as possible. That's why the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Races has never allowed the emergence of processed foods. And you're not going to suddenly realize this. An individual might be able to kick the habit with strong self-awareness, but when everyone is wrong, what's right becomes less important, because we're not rational, so we never face our own mistakes."

After all, "it's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality!" My friends, you can only develop technology as much as possible and gamble on whether you will be killed by the cancerous development of commerce first or whether you will develop technology first and allow the entire race to ascend to a truly advanced life form and escape this boundless suffering.

But I must say, you guys are pretty good at this game. You seem to enjoy this kind of high-level gameplay where you just go all out to get yourself killed, right? I was really looking forward to seeing how far you guys could go. It's just a shame I won't live to see that day.

As he spoke, Slot broke free from Xuan Yuan Mu Ze's hand and left on his own. However, he still said as he walked, "What Pres and I can tell you is very limited. If you really want to know the answer and find something, I advise you to go to His Majesty the Emperor, because he is the true sage in this world. What I can tell you is just a few bits and pieces that he taught me back then."

These words seemed to awaken Xuanyuan Muze. He immediately stood up and flew towards the forest rangers' headquarters. He wanted to find Agreed and ask him for a good plan to save his hometown.

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"Are you looking for Leiler?" At the forest ranger reception station, a young man looked at Xuan Yuan Muze with surprise.

Xuanyuan Muze nodded and asked, "Is he still here? I have something I'd like to discuss with him."

The receptionist shook his head helplessly and said, "You're really too late. Just two days ago, that guy Raeller resigned and left the Ranger Headquarters. Speaking of which, his departure was really unfortunate. The national policy subsidy order came down right after he left. Now the rangers' lives are much better. Moreover, we are now cooperating with the police. There is now a special police team stationed at the Ranger Headquarters. If we encounter any difficult monsters, the police will go to support us immediately."

Furthermore, we've increased medical subsidies and daily necessities allowances again, and we're much better off than before. It's a pity Reiler missed out on all of that. We tried so hard to persuade him to stay, but that stubborn guy wouldn't listen. I don't know why he gave up his lucrative position as head of the forest ranger support department. Don't even mention you, we really want to find him and persuade him to come back.”

Xuanyuan Muze looked at the forest ranger headquarters in front of him. He didn't expect that Agred would solve the livelihood problems here so quickly and leave cleanly and neatly. Xuanyuan Muze stood there for a moment, feeling lost and confused. He didn't know where to go. He felt as if he was isolated from the world, or like a conservative old man whose last bit of what he had was being destroyed by this dazzling country.

Just as Xuanyuan Muze was questioning the meaning of life, a line of words suddenly appeared before his eyes, written in his native language: "Come to the Arts and Literature Corridor, I'll be waiting for you here. -- Agreed"

Xuan Yuan Muze, as if grasping at a lifeline, rushed up to the receptionist and asked, "Do you know where the Arts and Culture Corridor is?"

The receptionist was startled by his sudden action, but he quickly replied with his excellent professionalism, "Ah, the Arts and Culture Gallery, it's... (after rummaging through a drawer, he pulls out a map of the planet). Look, it's here. The Arts and Culture Gallery is actually a small town where artists from all over the planet gather every year for performances and exchanges. By the way, it seems like the annual arts festival is coming up soon. You can go and check it out; you might have a different perspective..."

Before the receptionist could finish speaking, Xuan Yuan Muze flew off in a flurry of activity. The receptionist, bewildered, could only helplessly put away the map as he hurried away and muttered to himself, "Are all travelers this busy? He leaves without even listening to what I'm saying. But youth is wonderful; I haven't seen such an energetic young man in a long time."