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When Varian stepped into Hortus, it was beyond recognition.

Human Empire had just spent 20 years developing rapidly after the end of a century-long war.

It was prosperous, hopeful and joyful.

The old were spending the last phase of their life in peace, knowing that their descendants wouldn't have to face the horrors of war.

The ones in their prime heaved a sigh of relief whenever they remembered their scary childhood, thankful they wouldn't have to be conscripted one day and die in a distant planetoid.

The young, however, dismissed the concerns of their elders as exaggerations.

While they still held awe for the wars from the footages they experienced in 5D format, they did could not grasp the degree of danger.

After all, how could they?

Now a days, even some geniuses in academy reached the Sovereign state. To think it's this level that decided the fate of humanity?

'Come on, give it a break!'

It was a sweet naivety.