RNP Chapter 4729 X Royal Newcomer (8)
Chapter 4729 X Royal Newcomer (8)
Chapter 4729 X Royal Family: New Life (Part 8)
Speaking of this project, we must mention the mutants of the central universe. Due to their unique development methods, they are better at destroying ashes than fighting people. Or rather, they excel at both.
Building the Andromeda Galaxy isn't just a matter of talking. Even if you drive away all the enemies and have the entire galaxy to yourself, it will still be a wild and undeveloped place. You'll have to do everything yourself during the pioneering phase.
It's analogous to farmers cultivating land. Many people's impression of farming is simply digging a hole and burying some soil. Little do they know, that's the process for planting on existing land. If there's no land, you have to clear it yourself. Clearing land is both tiring and troublesome.
The process of developing a galaxy is similar to farming. First, a suitable plot of land is chosen, and debris, such as asteroids and space junk, is cleared away. Next, weeding is done, removing unwanted celestial bodies. Then, the land is turned over to readjust the magnetic and gravitational states of the galaxy. Next, ridging is done to adjust planets to their intended orbits and alter the states of stars to allow them to adapt to each other. Only then can seedlings be cultivated—that is, things are built on this land.
Although it seems like Magneto could complete this process alone, he is, after all, only one person, and he also has to take care of fighting. Most of the time, he doesn't have the time to do these things; they are done by the ordinary mutants who remain in the Andromeda Galaxy.
They don't use mutant abilities to do these things; most of the time, they use tools and equipment they find on interstellar markets. Interstellar civilizations in the Marvel Universe are already quite advanced, much like agriculture in the industrial age. Whatever they do, they have readily available tools; they just need to buy them and use them.
It sounds simple, but it's not so easy in practice. When they first went to the Andromeda Galaxy, many mutants were disorganized and undisciplined, doing whatever they wanted, however they wanted. This not only caused many accidents but also damaged a lot of tools. Resources were already scarce at that time, and Magneto and Professor X had a lot of headaches about this.
Later, they referenced human architecture and engineering to develop standardized procedures and train the mutants to become qualified plasterers.
The first step in this standardized process is that no mutant can use their mutant abilities at will while on duty.
It's not that you can't use it, but you can't use it casually. For example, if Polaris were to be the operator of the gravity-dragging machine, she could only use the machine to grab things, and couldn't use her mutant abilities to drag things over and then have the machine grab them.
Because machines operate on a predictable schedule, following the established procedures will prevent errors. However, mutants using their mutant abilities can do all sorts of things. They might want to pull left today, and right tomorrow. When several mutants are crammed together, pulling each other, they do nothing but cause trouble.
Most mutants in the universe have this problem: they're great fighters, but terrible at fighting. They can conquer territory, but they don't know how to defend it, let alone build or develop it. This means that the territory they conquer isn't really theirs; it's merely occupied territory. This is why mutant nation-building plans always fail.
Of course, building only in Clarkia, using variant abilities is perfectly sufficient. But it's like cultivating good calculation habits in elementary school. Many steps in solving elementary school problems are useless, but by high school and university, poor calculation habits will make it impossible to learn math well.
Eric hovered in mid-air, intently watching every movement on the dock below. The mutants below were indeed using their mutant abilities, but they were all performing repetitive tasks in the same way. Each person had a specific role, doing only one thing. It seemed rigid, but in reality, the efficiency was absurdly high.
Those moving materials must stand within the drawn circle and not move, using telekinesis to move them from the side. Those processing materials must sit on a chair, neither standing nor moving, and simply process the materials in front of them. Those sorting materials must sort them repeatedly from left to right. Those assembling materials are each responsible for their own area; when materials arrive, they are put on and no one is allowed to interfere with others' work.
Although the old dock was mostly demolished, the new one is much better, and it was built quickly and efficiently. The mutants are also much more relaxed now. There aren't many people on the construction site; everyone else has gone to rest.
Schiller and his companions watched for a long time. Soon, the silhouettes of several large ships appeared faintly on the distant sea. Like ghost ships appearing out of nowhere in the thick fog, they attracted everyone's attention.
These ships truly appeared out of thin air. They sailed out from a portal. When they arrived near Clarkia Island, everyone could see the huge Chinese names on their hulls through the fog. The ancient and mysterious Eastern kingdom was gradually revealing a corner of its magnificence to Clarkia.
Strange was the first to fly down; clearly, he was the one who opened the portal. Next came Charles and Zheng Xian, followed by a dark-haired woman. Schiller glanced at her from afar; she appeared to be a member of the Dynasty, the Weather Witch.
“I’m back, kids.” Charles’s voice echoed in the minds of every mutant in Clarkia. They rushed out to the docks to greet him. Meanwhile, S.H.I.E.L.D. employees were already unloading supplies.
Crates of fresh food were being transported to the island. The mutants were shocked; they looked at the food, then at the large ship, and finally their gaze settled on Charles's face.
Sebastian was the most shocked. Back in the Hellfire Group, he was considered a diplomatic expert. Of all the countries he'd ever dealt with, this was arguably the most difficult, bar none.
This is a country that won't budge, whether you use soft or hard tactics. They only do what they want to do, and nothing can shake their principles. There's no room for negotiation with them; no matter how many conditions you propose or how many methods you try, they stick to one price, and no one can sway them.
Compared to them, Russia, with its strong nationalism and historically unfriendly attitude towards mutants, is much easier to deal with. After all, individual Russians are easily manipulated. But like a colossal, unified entity, the weaknesses you might think you can find are merely patterns on its scales.
Sebastian never dreamed that Charles could persuade S.H.I.E.L.D. It's important to understand that S.H.I.E.L.D. is different from SHIELD. SHIELD is relatively independent and directly under the United Nations; even within the United States, its authority is considerable, allowing it to challenge the government and military.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. is different; they are part of the government. What the government disagrees with, they also disagree with. They represent the government's will, which means their presence here is tantamount to Krakia having established diplomatic relations.
Sebastian was completely baffled. How did they manage to do that?
But in reality, it wasn't that complicated at all. Through the introduction of King Black Panther of Wakanda, Charles successfully met Zheng Xian. He was much more enthusiastic and tactful in his dealings with Zheng Xian.
“Hello, Director.” Charles smiled at him, not putting on airs, but saying frankly, “It’s a pleasure to see you here.”
“Me too, Professor Xavier.” Zheng Xian made no comment on his youthful appearance. The director was always indifferent, showing no emotional fluctuations, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Many people would be intimidated by his attitude, but Charles wouldn't. Because in the central universe, this director was the person he interacted with most frequently. Don't forget, the new Shangdu Kingdom and the other side were neighbors, their relationship incredibly close. Charles had even visited Zheng Xian's home.
"It's like this, Director. I won't bother with formalities. I know you have some interest in the medicinal components extracted from the Krakia Flower. Krakia wants to collaborate with you on research, or we can provide the raw materials for your research. But we have one condition: the Krakia Flower extract must be included in your country's medical insurance system. At the same time, I request to conduct normal foreign trade transactions with Krakia."
Although Zheng Xian remained calm, he clearly focused his gaze on Charles, subtly sized him up, and then said, "Okay, let's go inside and talk in detail."
Regarding cooperation on the drug, there were no difficulties in discussing it. Everyone wanted something so valuable. However, everyone was thinking of simply buying it after Clarkia developed it. Only one person wanted to conduct the research themselves. Charles, on the other hand, believed that having mutants conduct the research was too energy-intensive and that it would be better to export the raw materials directly. The two sides quickly reached an agreement.
As for the trade aspect, it was even simpler. Basically, it could be described as buying fine horses, saddles, bridles, and whips in the East Market.
However, Charles clearly understood his advantages. After concluding the trade negotiations, he requested technical support, particularly in agriculture and industry. Simply put, he wanted people to help teach farming techniques, with Clarkia providing seeds and tools. If they produced unique agricultural products, they could sell them back.
This part of the negotiations was a bit difficult, as acquiring technical personnel was proving challenging. Charles had no choice but to suggest that Zheng Xian and members of the dynasty go to Clarkia Island to take a look. After all, it was a mutant nation, and mutants might come there; bringing back some environmental information in advance would be beneficial.
After some negotiations, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agreed. They then arrived in Krakia with the first batch of emergency supplies, and unsurprisingly received an unprecedented welcome.
In truth, mutants aren't blind. They know very well which country their fellow mutants are better off in. However, many mutants already struggle to survive in their home countries; expecting them to cross oceans to live in a completely foreign country with a different language and culture is utterly unrealistic. Moreover, without a country of immigration, staying would be difficult for them. But this doesn't mean they aren't envious.
Now, in this critical moment for Clarkia, they still stepped forward, bringing them hope. This has strengthened the mutants' goodwill towards this great Eastern nation. If other mutants were to arrive later, they would likely be very welcome. This is precisely the main reason why S.H.I.E.L.D. agreed to cooperate.
No one can stop mutants from leaving. If they want to go to a country full of their own kind, that's a perfectly reasonable request. And the government's, or rather S.H.I.E.L.D.'s, attitude is that no matter where mutants live, they want to provide them with the best possible environment.