In its heart, it thought, "This guy actually promises such heavy profits, could it be that he wants me to bear this share of karma?"
"The Divine Skill is still manageable, but that 'Field Industrialization' must involve significant karma... How can I, an Ancient Insect, be easily fooled?"
This guy has lived for so many epochs, confused in small matters, but shrewd in big ones.
But then it thought, "At the very least, I could earn six thousand civilization points..."
"That's six thousand... six thousand!"
With six thousand points, its own offspring, the Underground Alliance, achieving a fourth-level civilization is almost a certainty.
Even a Level 5 Civilization would no longer be just a dream.
The Ancient Insect secretly cheered itself up, "Hmph, a bunch of garbage scoundrels sticking to this epoch, just making trouble here."
"It's not like it's an Epoch Disaster, what am I afraid of? Even the Heavenly King himself coming would have to earn this money!"
