Even the rich and wealthy, who lacked for nothing, had to follow.
With everyone improving, if they were the only ones not progressing, they'd sooner or later be swallowed by others.
Like running a marathon, those left behind would fall into a never-ending abyss.
In such a competitive environment, if they didn't want to be swept by the waves pushing from behind, they could only leave for another planet, yet surprisingly, none did.
Some time ago, when Nash gave them the choice to leave or stay, no one backed down.
Whether it was rich families, conglomerates, or void warriors who had risen to power, no one decided to leave Earth.
Even if they had to live under the Earth Federation's rule, bending to its will and woes, they didn't leave.
The reason? Because of a heavenly picture painted before their eyes.
Julius, with his silver tongue, spun a future no one could resist.
