I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early

Centered around this post, gradually, an optimistic mindset emerged in people's hearts.

This atmosphere was subtle, yet truly existed.

"So next we can set a huge goal, 'No damage from the Epoch Disaster!'"

"And even a bigger goal, 'Face the Epoch Disaster and refine it instantly!'"

People carefully made joking posts, maintaining a bit of self-esteem derived from humanity.

This couldn't even be considered a joke, but rather... mutual encouragement.

Humans were indeed a species prone to forgetfulness, only repeated journeys could maintain this mindset.

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At three o'clock in the morning, many people had fallen asleep, content and at peace, not because they had given up, but... they had come to an understanding.

They had grasped the significance of great goals and genuinely felt the value of travel.

Returning to the mother civilization was indeed just a tiny dream, not the destination.

Thus, contrary to the predictions of the Rat Artisans, after a night's fermentation, slight changes occurred in Human 18th Civilization.

At six o'clock in the morning, as the sunrise, most people got up early to capture a bit of the Purple Energy.

Though their actions weren't different from previous days, their demeanor seemed slightly altered.

"Am I seeing things?"

Rat Artisan adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, his beard quivering, "It feels like everyone has changed a bit, can't quite put my finger on it."

He then stopped a hopping student walking by the roadside to ask what had happened.

"Mouse Master... because everyone has adopted a more grand ideal. Some things became clear, grand ideals always encourage people to do something..." The student took out his phone, showing him the post which now had over 100,000 replies and was still increasing.

Everyone agreed on the meanings and gains of travel.

And kept reminding each other, "Don't forget this moment."

Rat Artisan kept flipping through the pages, his small eyes squinted.

Shouldn't a normal civilization use excuses like, 'The future is still long,' 'I won't live to see that day,' to numb themselves, then gradually forget the problems, and continue to live carefree, leaving all troubles for the next generation?

Oh, actually the next generation doesn't need to worry too much.

It's just the last generation that needs to worry.

"Young man, you won't see the Epoch Disaster." he tried to hoodwink.

"I won't see it, so I choose to travel far, to see, to perceive. Setting this goal, the path ahead suddenly became clear." The student took back his phone, waved goodbye to the Mouse Master, and went to the cafeteria to eat.

This seemingly unrelated answer, however, made sense to Rat Artisan.

They truly wanted to use all their life's strength to see a bigger world.

They wanted to leave behind something for their descendants to help them through the Epoch Disaster.

Even if they couldn't complete it, they would give their last bit of effort!

Not just talk!

At that moment, even as an outsider, he felt an inexplicable resonance and a subtle touch.

"Human civilization is truly filled with a philosophical essence..."

Rat Artisan murmured in admiration, immediately followed by a chilling feeling in his heart.

Did he just lose the bet he made yesterday?

Who wrote that post?

You caused me to lose money instantly! Was it you, Commander Lu, who wrote it?

But he knew, if a civilization thought this way, without this author, there would still be another.

With this thought, Rat Artisan's emotions were complex, he sneaked back to his room, took out a Legendary mirror, and began making a call, "Great King, Great King!"

"What's the matter?"

"I'm trying to sleep, what time is it..." The sharp-faced Mouse King appeared in the mirror, with several not-so-bright female Ratmen attending him.

Life in the Shu Mi Dam Civilization was so decadent, everyone didn't need to cultivate or work, they just drunkenly dreamed their monotonous days away.

"Great King, something has happened recently with the humans..."

Rat Artisan reported the scenes he had observed.

"Oh, oh." Mouse King listened indifferently.

They, the Rat Artisans, joined the humans partly to share some Qi Fortune, making a few Legendary Masterpieces; and partly, to observe the potential of humans up close.

It's easy to add flowers to brocade but hard to send coal in snow!

Though their Ratman civilization was affluent, its potential for further development was limited; investing early in a strong civilization was also a good choice.

After all, friendship can only truly be established in the Early Epoch. Once the middle and later stages arrive, it's all wars and mutual suspicion, where could friendship still exist?

"What, the humans discovered a civilization relic? Possibly a Level Three Civilization?!"

Mouse King's body trembled, his limbs chilled, and on a hot day, he felt unwell all over.

"This is what Qi Fortune is, you know what we encountered? A swarm of damn mosquitoes! Billions of them, swarming to suck our blood!"

"We could only hide underground, not knowing when those damn mosquitoes will leave. Quick, give me a hard massage on my feet," Mouse King commanded the two female rats.

"Not only that, Great King, the mental state of humans is very good. If it can continue long term without ending prematurely... it's hard to say for High-level Civilization, but reaching a Medium Civilization seems almost certain."