Ian exhaled deeply and looked to the earth, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.
——Do you want a perpetual motion machine? Go and build a world where everyone has dignity, and everyone owns a future and aspirations! I've placed infinite power there!
No one doubted the authenticity of Ian and the perpetual motion machine's words.
This was not a matter that could be lied about; the power contained in the perpetual motion machine was absolutely genuine, even more real than the world itself. Even if they themselves weren't real, the perpetual motion machine couldn't possibly be fake.
Thus, a constraint difficult for all the strong to accept appeared plainly in front of them all.
——From now on, those ordinary people who are deemed meaningless, those complex beings who grow and perish like weeds in their eyes, now have the right to decide who is truly the strongest.
Whoever allows the people to live happily, can gain control of the perpetual motion machine!
