224: The only way to coax is to become a slave!

On Blue Star.

Inside the Unpretty and Little Eagle Sauce's United Office Building.

The people from Unpretty and Little Eagle Sauce, caught off guard by Plos's sudden projection offering free intergalactic immigration services, were still humbly waiting for a response beneath the exploration vessel.

In response to their inquiries, Plos's indifferent voice came from the battleship: "Rest assured, you are the first allies to establish contact with us. We will naturally select better and more suitable habitable planets for you, and we will help elevate your technology, making you truly a superpower!"

While these words made the leaders of Unpretty and Little Eagle Sauce breathe a sigh of relief, they followed up by asking, "Respected Ally, may we know if anyone from Shangxia has applied for immigration?"

While they certainly wanted to become a superpower, becoming one alone on a single planet held little meaning.

Their true objective was still to surpass their own country, to suppress it, and only then could they vent their pent-up frustration from these past days.

Regarding their question, Plos seemed to understand their thoughts and immediately said, "Don't worry, if they don't immigrate, we will help you remain on this planet and continue to be a superpower. If they do immigrate, we will immigrate you to the same planet!"

These words instantly excited the people from Unpretty and Little Eagle Sauce.

"Thank you so much, respected Ally! Then please put us on the same planet as them!"

The leaders of Unpretty and Little Eagle Sauce exchanged glances and said excitedly.

"You're welcome. You are our allies; doing something convenient for allies is not worth mentioning!"

Plos said indifferently, then added:

"Now, you can begin preparations for nationwide immigration. Our captain will soon arrive at Blue Star, and once he arrives, we will begin your intergalactic immigration."

"Ah? Are we immigrating so quickly?" The people from Unpretty and Little Eagle Sauce were somewhat astonished.

Although intergalactic immigration had always been their pursuit.

But this was too sudden, so sudden that they had no preparations at all.

"The resources on this planet are already too scarce. Early immigration will be more beneficial for you."

Plos continued to speak with his usual hypocrisy.

"Our planet is very far from here. If we hadn't received your signal, we would never have expended so much energy to come here and help you immigrate. So there's only this one chance. After this departure, we will not return. One trip here is simply not enough to replenish our consumption."

"Also, your opponent Shangxia has already submitted an immigration application. You'd best act quickly."

Plos's deceptive words made the faces of the Unpretty and Little Eagle Sauce people change: "Shangxia has already submitted an immigration application?"

"Yes."

"This..." The leaders of Unpretty and Little Eagle Sauce exchanged glances, still hesitant.

After all, immigrating to a new planet would indeed require starting construction from scratch, and they were truly a bit reluctant.

And Plos seemed to perceive their thoughts and continued to deceive them: "Don't worry, we will help you with initial infrastructure construction when you immigrate to the new planet, and it will definitely be hundreds of times more complete than your current infrastructure. The new planet also has abundant resources for your continued development!"

These deceptive words immediately dispelled most of the worries in the hearts of Unpretty and Little Eagle Sauce's people.

The leader of Unpretty then said, "If that's the case, then thank you so much, Ally!"

"You're welcome, please prepare quickly. Compile the immigration data. Every minute and second we stay here is a huge consumption for us, and your planet simply doesn't have the resources to replenish our consumption, so you must act quickly!" Plos urged.

"Okay, okay, we'll go do it now!"

The people from Unpretty and Little Eagle Sauce did not doubt Plos's words.

After all, such an advanced spaceship traveling across star systems would certainly incur huge consumption.

And the scarcity of resources on Blue Star was a well-known fact.

Since they would even lose their travel expenses by coming here once, it was naturally impossible for them to come a second time.

It was under this mindset that they felt it was normal for Plos to urge them to immigrate and state that he would not come a second time.

He was, after all, just an Aliens, and coming once to help with free intergalactic immigration could already be considered a tremendous act of kindness.

Therefore, Unpretty and Little Eagle Sauce immediately began compiling national data, preparing for nationwide immigration.

However, they overlooked one point: such a major event as nationwide immigration, once even a hint of it got out, would definitely cause a huge stir online.

If only they had paid a little attention to the domestic situation, they would have known that their own country had no intention of immigrating at all.

It was just that they were all so tense by Plos's words, afraid of missing this great opportunity for free immigration, that they didn't even spare the extra effort to verify whether their own country was planning a nationwide immigration.

Otherwise, they could have easily seen through Plos's deceptive words.

On the exploration vessel, Plos watched the actions of Unpretty and Little Eagle Sauce's people, a cold smirk on his lips.

"What a backward planet and backward, ignorant, and easily deceived humans!"

Plos sneered inwardly.

Unpretty and the others actually believed such low-level deceptive words.

To Plos, this was truly hilarious.

However, the next moment he looked up in the direction of his own country, a hint of coldness in his eyes: "That Eastern nation called Shangxia actually has no movement at all. Not only has the official government not indicated a desire to immigrate, but not a single person in the country has submitted an online immigration application. Hmph, they really don't know what's good for them!"

"Plos, that populous nation has no one who wants to immigrate. What should we do now?"

As Plos's words fell, his assistant couldn't help but speak: "Through our information network query, we found that during this period, a guy with the codename Classmate has provided them with a lot of advanced technology, far exceeding Blue Star's current scientific and technological capabilities. I suspect this mysterious Classmate might know something about intergalactic matters. Now that none of them show any inclination to immigrate, it might be related to this Classmate!"

"Heh heh, don't worry about them for now. No matter who that mysterious Classmate is, with their current technological strength, when Solo arrives, they won't want to immigrate, but they'll have to!"

Plos, however, didn't care.

After all, the current technological strength of his own country was too far behind their fleet's armed forces.

Even if that mysterious Classmate knew some inside information, it wouldn't matter.

Under absolute military suppression, everyone on Blue Star would only be fit to become slaves!

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