Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2455 - 2293: Worry-Free Era

Ordinary.

Tang Qing had always seen those Steel Armor suits merely as playthings. After all, if flying was what he desired, he could achieve it on his own—why bother with a cumbersome iron casing?

However.

For everyday folks like Ge Feng, such Steel Armor suits represent the nearest invention to realizing the age-old dream of soaring freely. That straightforward aspiration.

Tang Qing could only remark.

—Not bad.

As for granting those dreams, no way! This world fares better remaining grounded in the usual. With technology advancing this far already, Tang Qing believes.

It's sufficient.

Imagining Iron Man zipping through the skies.

To be honest.

Not the slightest bit appealing.

...

In truth.

From Tang Qing's viewpoint, he harbors a subtle sense of limitation toward outward tech advancements. Most individuals might fail to grasp this notion.

Yet.

Consider it.

The heavens.

Teeming with Iron Men.

The earth.

Cluttered with hovering vehicles.

Out in space.

Vast orbital cities housing millions, where people even relocate to Mars, drifting between planets across the star system.

That scene.

Appears.

Quite appealing.

Nevertheless.

Tang Qing senses an odd discomfort. This perspective isn't unique to him; reports indicate that it's widespread among the big conglomerates.

No aversion to personal tech growth.

Still.

They hesitate to thrust worldwide tech forward aggressively, propelling humanity into the interstellar age. They cherish gazing at the vast blue expanse dotted with fluffy white clouds.

Rather than witnessing human-made contraptions darting about in disarray.

...

On this matter.

Tang Qing has mulled over whether he qualifies as an 'anti-progress' type, but eventually understood it's because... he's overwhelmingly strong.

So mighty.

That he can propel mankind straight into a 'carefree existence'.

Sustenance and refreshment.

Without a care.

All labor handled by automatons.

Everyone.

Can lounge at home, receive deliveries, and journey anywhere at will. Each morning brings but one dilemma—how to idle away the day.

Forever after.

Free from ailments.

No more toiling for survival.

Days filled with amusement.

Once routine pleasures lose their spark, seek out more thrilling pursuits. When those pall too, prod others into the fun, until eventually, nothing on earth excites anymore.

Reclining.

Awaiting the end.

.....

Now.

Here's the dilemma.

Tang Qing possesses the means to craft such a reality, yet does he desire it? After repeated self-inquiry, Tang Qing concluded—he does not.

Humans.

Require some goals to chase.

Precisely because he commands absolute control over these matters, Tang Qing's outlook soars elevated, intensely detached, fostering vast gaps in mindset from the common folk.

What the masses yearn for is idleness without labor, assured meals and shelter while relaxing, endless spending with stunning beauties attending them.

Nights of unending festivity.

Days of pure relaxation.

However.

Such visions prove far too decadent. Today, many innovations under Tang Qing's grasp could utterly reshape human society's foundations and ideals.

Such as.

Gene Cultivation.

Mankind.

Counts as a form of life as well, so providing every man on the planet with ten attendants, and every woman ten sturdy partners, lies within reach.

Biological nurturing vats plus genetic materials.

Within a month.

One can be grown.

Expense.

Just base supplies plus power usage, totaling about a hundred yuan. Women no longer dread giving birth; these vats can fully substitute the process.

Moreover.

Males needn't fret over heirs; donate a sperm sample, select features, and for just eight to ten thousand, gain an offspring.

At times.

One ponders.

This advance in tech... serves what purpose?

Society.

Culture.

Ethics.

Beliefs.

...

All would twist into something profoundly bizarre.

At minimum.

Tang Qing refuses to witness the world morph into such an alien place. The conglomerates share this view, thus imposing curbs on gene tech for public use.

Lacking that.

Bio-cultivation tech could shatter societal norms, rendering women's role in birth obsolete. On our globe, certain pinnacle innovations have surfaced.

Subsequently.

Faded into obscurity, not always due to genuine tech halt.

...

Dusk.

The sun dips westward.

The terrace.

The group savors delightfully prepared fresh ocean delicacies.

Gazing upward.

A celestial canvas brimming with twinkling stars and polar auroras rarely glimpsed elsewhere. Qin Shiqi and the ladies behold the auroras up close for the initial time.

Observing.

Snapping pictures.

Idly.

Tang Nian’er captured a clip, uploaded it to TikTok, paired with her latest composed tune as backing, captioned: Aurora Gaze.

Right away.

TikTok propelled it forward.

At present.

Tang Nian’er’s fanbase sits among TikTok's elite. The upload drew throngs, and comments surged past ten thousand swiftly.

All lauding the fresh melody.

"..."

Fine.

Her actual aim was the caption.

Never mind.

No need to clarify, she continues relishing the Arctic twilight vista; the pristine evening firmament reveals far more stellar lights than typical locales, evoking a sense of insignificance.

"Brother."

Tang Nian’er abruptly called out.

"Hmm?"

"Could you construct a space vessel to venture there?"

"..."

At those words.

Tang Qing paused briefly, wordless, "I could, but ascending wouldn’t entertain; space remains silent and dim, while other solar system worlds boast severe conditions."

"Should you traverse star systems, this enchanting night view would induce nausea, as hurtling one way renders those stars unchanging for years, perhaps decades."

"Endlessly monotonous."

"Oh!"

With that explanation, Tang Nian’er’s fantasy.

Shattered!

Crack!

But reflecting deeper, yes, space offers thrills for short gazes, solar system planet hops provide freshness, yet interstellar voyages.

Truly evoke isolation.

Nearby.

Swayed by Tang Nian’er, Qin Shiqi and the other girls who harbored faint longings now dreaded the prospect of unchanging starfields spanning decades.

The lively Earth holds greater charm.

Yet.

One person caught Tang Qing’s phrasing.

"Tang Qing, can you truly create spacecraft?" Chai Ren inquired, astonished.

"Is it challenging?"

Tang Qing showed no false humility, grinning, "If we ignore expenses, launching to space—what’s the fuss? Humans landed on the Moon four decades back."

Listening.

Chai Ren and the rest couldn’t help but quirk their mouths.

Sensing.

Not some tech marvel from you, merely endless funds.

Indeed.

With boundless wealth poured in, even breaking down components piecemeal and orbiting them for assembly, a spacecraft emerges.

"How’s your rocket initiative faring?" Chai Ren probed, recalling Tang Qing’s endeavor for recoverable rocket launches.

At the start.

Aircraft.

Submersibles.

Mining rigs.

Rocket retrievals.

...

A slew of ventures kicked off simultaneously. Advancement differed: quicker ones like submersibles and aircraft now ready for buyers.

The tardier.

Such as mining platforms, still building but close to done. Solely the final rocket retrieval demands cutting-edge know-how.

Thus far.

Muted progress.

"Progressing nicely, moving forward steadily, though numerous hurdles abound; starting from scratch means many techs aren’t available for purchase, forcing us to build expertise step by step."

Tang Qing replied offhandedly.

Earlier.

He showed keen enthusiasm for the rocket effort, but after gaining anti-gravity tech, interest waned since it felt antiquated.

Anti-gravity combined with controlled nuclear fusion—even aircraft carriers could access space.