I Can Program My Body?

"What do you plan to do now?" Trish asked curiously.

Now that they were leaving, Nash could be the de facto leader of Earth.

As for the Cosmic Elite who had earned a place in the cosmic competition, they likely wouldn't bother managing Earth.

Furthermore, since it was Nash who funded their training, the leader can only be him.

"I plan to implement a military management style," Nash said.

Earth, in its current state, couldn't handle any democratic management.

People were still ignorant and impoverished; letting them decide the future would only slow Earth's rejuvenation.

What Earth needed now was a fast track to progress, swift execution of orders, standardization, and discipline.

To keep up with the rapidly changing future, they had to arm themselves and adapt quickly to the interstellar era.

"Military management? That's a solid idea," Trish nodded in agreement.

The Arlean Civilization managed Earth with colonial oversight, treating people like lambs to be slaughtered, mere beings to be exploited to gain benefits for themselves.

Although it had a government, it was a puppet, designed to maintain order and efficiency.

Transitioning to democratic management from such a state would leave Earth vulnerable to decline or even collapse.

"Don't worry. With me here, how could I manage Earth poorly?" Nash smiled.

Truthfully, the management style didn't matter as long as he had money and resources.

With wealth, he could blaze through any obstacles and address any deficiencies.

He even planned to terraform Earth, restoring it to the evergreen paradise it once was.

His main goal, however, was to educate and train everyone on Earth.

Wanting to imitate the Hollow Core Chamber of the Nova Sector, he needed a lot of fighters to work for him.

Although his intention was impure, it was better than being oppressed without a hope for the future.

After all, who can truly be a saint who wants the betterment of the world, not for their own benefit?

Of course, he aimed not only to cultivate warriors and soldiers but also scientists and professionals to fill this desolate world.

Even if some lacked talent, as long as they could contribute to the growth of the population, he would ensure they had enough money to live abundantly.

In short, his three main goals were to educate, train, and reproduce.

To produce all kinds of professionals, billions of warriors, and hundreds of billions of people.

If Earth couldn't accommodate them, there were still seven planets in the solar system.

With five trillion nova credits, even a barren rock could become a paradise.

As Nash discussed the details with Trish, the day passed quickly, with the sun and moon alternating.

"I'll leave Earth in your hands. I hope when I return one day, I'll see a paradise, a blue gem that could shine in all of the universe," Trish said, bidding farewell.

"Just wait and see…"

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As another day passed, a major phenomenon swept through all four major states.

Ship after ship transported supplies in and out of Earth.

Some noticed that everyone not native to Earth began to leave in a hurry, as if fleeing from a disaster.

Their subordinates, lackeys, and close confidants departed in a rush, abandoning Earth.

Watching ships soar through the atmosphere, the people of the world couldn't help but feel solemn, fearing another disaster was about to strike.

Normally, seeing one or two ships in the sky was rare, but now they saw hundreds.

Besides mining ships returning to Earth and vessels using it as a transit station for supplies, the only time they'd seen such a scene was during the Arlean Civilization's invasion.

As minutes and hours passed under this somber mood, they suddenly saw the invaders' mothership, which was always rotating in Earth's atmosphere, suddenly disengage and fly away.

"What happened? Why are they leaving?"

"Are they selling us to another interstellar group?"

"It's over… are they going to fire a death beam to end us all?"

"Who can tell me what's happening? Why are they leaving?"

Instead of sighing in relief as the invaders departed, they fell into a panic of the unknown.

Just when their lives were improving, free from the oppression of the Arlean Civilization, there was another change happening.

What would they do now? Would another civilization conquer them?

Tired and helpless, they couldn't help but sit on the ground, unsure of what to do.

But just as they began to imagine a dark future, every electronic device and website suddenly displayed the same thing.

On the screen, a man stood majestically, his eyes piercing as if able to gaze into their souls.

"Citizens of Earth… I, Nash Navre, proud to announce that the elite program our countless generations of ancestors planted has finally borne fruit!"

"After twelve trials and tribulations, we've achieved our goal and produced a cosmic elite that could free our bodies and souls."

"What you witnessed earlier was the panic-stricken invaders, fleeing with their tails between their legs."

"In fear of retribution, in fear of our cosmic elite, in fear of our people! They escaped fleeing for their lives!"

"To keep it short, I, Nash Navre, declare that Earth, our home, where we were born and raised, is finally free from all oppression!"

At this announcement, the world erupted in uproar.

The darkness that clouded their eyes, the pain that whipped their backs, and the mountain that crushed them were gone!

They were free! Free from the invaders who oppressed and exploited them.

From now on, they could live not just to survive, but for themselves.

From now on, they could learn not out of fear, but for their own growth.

From now on, the dreams they scarcely dared to imagine could become reality.

After over 150 years of oppression, a life of misery without hope for the future, they could finally see a tunnel of light.

One hundred fifty years! The hell that they, their parents, and their grandparents endured was finally over.

In this moment, over seven billion people on Earth, poor or wealthy, young or old, weak or strong, high or low, wept with joy, patting their chests and proudly declaring they had broken the shackles binding their feet