Su Ming'an looked at the screen.
On the screen, the old man glanced around, the blue glow of his single eye sharp as a knife: "This is not a moral debate about the authenticity of faith, but a strategic decision on the priority for the survival of human civilization. Chaos is devouring order. Are we building an Ark or waiting for the flood? Vote."
On the floating seats, light points representing each member began to flash: green for support, red for opposition, yellow for neutrality. Victor lit up with red light, Elise and Shen Zhe voted green, beams of light flickering in variety. Ultimately, the green light took the advantage.
"Resolution passed." Morris's voice was unfazed, "Report this plan to the central hub, awaiting the central hub's judgment."
Soon, the screen in front of Su Mianbao displayed the uploaded resolution. She silently turned her head to look at Su Ming'an.
"When I walked past a shrine, I discovered a child had already regarded me as a god." Su Ming'an spoke.
