Chapter 42: Establishment of the Communist Interstellar (Patreon)

[March 7th: I'm literally sick to my stomach! The workers are the ones who weren't paid, and the people getting arrested are the ones asking for their wages?! What kind of upside-down world is this?!]

[Silver Wolf: Isn't this stuff pretty common? The Corporation has plenty of this going on. It just never makes the news.]

Silver Wolf knew the Corporation's ways all too well, so none of this surprised her. After all, this kind of thing happened constantly under the Interastral Peace Corporation.

Some cases were far worse. What the video showed was child's play.

[Furina: Absurd! The purpose of law is to protect the people and uphold justice, not to be a tool for guarding the interests of those in power!]

[Silver Wolf: That's because you're too young. What a law is for depends on who enacts it. If the lawmakers are nobles or capitalists, then that law is just another tool in their hands for exploitation and oppression.]

[Kiana Kaslana: I'm so mad! Those bastards! Gusttave, go smash them! With your strength, one slap would flatten that whole corrupt leadership!]

[Star Rail Welt Yang: Kiana, it's not that simple. Overthrowing a regime by force is easy, but if the people's consciousness hasn't awakened, then even if you put a different set of people in those seats, history will repeat itself sooner or later. What he's doing now has never been about simply changing dynasties.]

"You can still sit still at a time like this?" Yukong had been chewing on an energy bar, bent over a starship engine blueprint. She raised her head, darted over to the light screen in a few strides, and watched the footage. Her defiant brows knotted instantly. "Have these people got water on the brain? We're in an age where nobody has to farm or mine to eat their fill, and they're still thinking about flaying people and sucking them dry?"

She flung the bare stick of the energy bar into the trash can, her knuckles cracking as she clenched her fists. "If you ask me, just take that aerospace carrier we just finished building, fly it to the Way of Great Peace headquarters, and blow that whole nest of vermin away. Done and dusted."

Gusttave shook his head. "Finishing them off is easy. But what then? The people still wouldn't control the means of production. They'd still depend on some new holder of power. Same medicine in a new bottle. What would be the point?"

"Then what do you want to do? Just watch them bully people like this?"

"All we can do now is wait."

"Wait for what?"

"Wait until they realize that to rebel is justified, and revolution is no crime," Gusttave said.

"There has never been a savior in this world, and no immortals or emperors to rely on. If humanity wants to create its own happiness, it can only rely on the people themselves."

"The moment they realize that is the moment they can win true freedom and equality."

[Sunday: There has never been a savior, and no immortals or emperors to rely on. If humanity wants to create its own happiness, it can only rely on the people themselves…]

Gusttave's words plunged Sunday into thought.

In this world where Aeons ran rampant, everyone looked up to those beings of boundless power. No one gave a thought to the masses, as small as specks of dust.

Even Sunday had been the same. But this visitor from another world had offered him a different perspective.

Without Aeons and without Emanators, could people become their own saviors?

[Silver Wolf: Oh? Has the Oak Family Head finally been jolted awake? Quit daydreaming about your pie-in-the-sky ideals and look at how someone else actually does it.]

[Sunday: I have my own judgment.]

[Kiana Kaslana: I get it now! It's not that he doesn't want to act. He wants everyone to understand that the only ones who can save them are themselves!]

[Honkai 3rd Bronya: Anyone with a normal IQ could see that, couldn't they?]

[Elysia: Compared to a hero who pacifies the world with a single sword, a gentleman who lights ten thousand sparks is so much more charming, isn't he~?]

The broadcast went on. With basic education now widespread, people could no longer be fooled and brushed off as easily as before.

What the Way of Great Peace and its "entrepreneurs" had done told the people plainly that they had rotted from within.

So Gusttave needed only a slight push, and the spark of resistance caught fire across the land.

Countless workers and peasants began to resist in an organized, disciplined way.

Naturally, the upper echelons of the Way of Great Peace would not sit idle. They immediately ordered the army to put down the uprising.

But the soldiers shot dead the officials who gave the order without a moment's hesitation.

The force Gusttave had left behind was built entirely on the model of his teacher's army. It was the People's Army, whose sole purpose was to serve the people wholeheartedly.

"People's Army" was no exaggeration, because the troops were literally the sons and daughters of the people.

As sons and daughters of the people, how could they ever turn their blades on their own folk?

Once the order came down from above, the army reacted even faster than the common people. They struck at the capital of the Way of Great Peace at lightning speed and soon rounded up the rotten leadership in one sweep.

The uprising ended in total victory for the people.

On the capital's long avenues, the autumn wind whirled red silks and leaflets through the sky. In front of the parliament building, once so heavily guarded, crowds now packed the square with raised fists, shouting at the top of their lungs.

Gleaming handcuffs bound the councilors who used to strut around in tailored suits, their mouths full of benevolence and morality. The security squads that had once swung clubs at workers demanding their wages were now led out the side door by soldiers, heads hanging, not daring to look up.

At the top of the building, the Way of Great Peace flag that had hung for decades was slowly lowered. In its place rose a red flag embroidered with wheat ears and a gear, snapping loudly in the wind.

"The Communist Interastral is founded today!"

As the words fell, the crowd in the square erupted into deafening cheers.

It signified that, from this day on, the world had formally entered a communist society.

It also let the chat members, who had been born in capitalist or even feudal eras, witness what a communist society truly was.

And it let them understand why Gusttave had held such contempt for the societies they lived in.

The full rollout of controlled nuclear fusion freed the entire world from energy anxiety. The electricity cost of industrial production dropped straight to zero. Energy-hungry sectors like electrolytic aluminum, chemicals, and smelting were no longer strangled by power supply, and output multiplied dozens of times over.

Vast quantities of cheap electricity made desalination plants bloom along every coast. Across the endless deserts of the Western Regions, water pipelines stretched out, and the former Gobi turned into fields of ten thousand mu. Even the poplars grew lusher than in years past.

Artificial food synthesis reached mass production. With only electricity, carbon dioxide, and water, it could churn out starch, protein, and feed without end.

Farming was no longer a necessity for human survival, and the word "famine" was swept into the dustbin of history.

The farmers who once lived at the mercy of the weather, fleeced by landlords and grain merchants, either entered agricultural research stations to develop crops better suited to the local land, or picked up brushes and instruments to do what they truly wanted.

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