Chapter 879 - 898: Let the Major General Be the Acting Planet Governor
Chapter 879: Chapter 898: Let the Major General Be the Acting Planet Governor
Line after line, these brief strings of text represented the brief lives of the aforementioned individuals.
How hard was it for someone born on the Q3 Planet to rise above their station? They needed a somewhat decent family background with enough able-bodied workers. Neither their parents nor their siblings could afford to fall ill. They had to secure enough food to receive adequate nutrition to grow properly. Furthermore, in such a barren wasteland, they had to awaken their spiritual power—and it had to be strong and unique. Otherwise, they would simply be buried beneath the yellow sands.
Only by relying on welfare and scholarships could they complete their education, forging solitary and arduous paths across the other Star Systems of the Federation. It was no exaggeration to say that those who managed to leave Q3 carried the ultimate hopes and yearnings of their families; they were distant, once-unreachable dreams made real. They had endured untold hardships, growing up in the muck, yet still managed to bloom into pure, fragrant flowers.
When their homeland suffered, they did not hesitate to step forward in support of the place that raised them. They endured silently, carefully cultivating influence and networks, intending to tear away Q3’s facade from the upper echelons of society.
But the enemies lurking in the dark stood even higher.
Before their plans could even begin, those enemies brought down the butcher’s knife. These youths sacrificed their lives, only for their murderers to dismiss their deaths with weightless words like "illness" and "accident," stripping away the meaning of their sacrifice.
They had been denied the light of day for decades, but today, the dark truths of the past were completely torn open. Those with softer hearts found their eyes growing damp. No one could remain unmoved by this revelation.
So, what exactly was going on with Q3?
The third image was a technical summary compiled by a captain under Mo Si’s command.
[1. Upon investigation, the actual wages for the primary occupation on the Q3 Star—mining—are as follows: 2 Star Coins/hour for non-radioactive mines, and 5 Star Coins/hour for radioactive mines. Wages for other types of work average around 400 Star Coins/month.]
[2. Medical costs on Q3 are exorbitantly high. Mild illnesses cost 600 Star Coins per visit, moderate illnesses range from 1,000 to 10,000 Star Coins, and severe illnesses cost 50,000 Star Coins or more.]
[3. The local infrastructure on Q3 is severely underdeveloped. There are no modern high-rises, nor are there any Hovercars, buses, or civilian vehicles provided by the Federation’s relief efforts. Currently, the urban areas consist predominantly of low, earthen houses.]
[(Based on the above information, we conclude two things: First, Wen Jun embezzled or sold all the relief supplies sent by the Federation headquarters. Second, an underdeveloped environment breeds ignorance, making the populace much easier to control.)]
Below this was an excerpt taken directly from Wen Jun’s diary: "It’s best if they don’t know how to read a single word. That way, they won’t even think about going out and running their mouths."
Several other pieces of incriminating evidence followed. Attached to the document was also the confession of his secretary.
Terrified out of his wits, the secretary had spilled almost everything he knew. He confessed that plunging Q3 into this state hadn’t been entirely for their own profit; the money was used to purchase goods as tribute for the higher-ups pulling the strings. The tax revenues suffered the exact same fate. Essentially, Q3 was treated as a personal playground, and its people were nothing more than dogs in the yard, forced to work themselves to the bone to generate revenue for the playground’s master.
Finally, Mo Si revealed the reason why the number of radiation sickness cases on Q3 was drastically higher than on any other planet.
It was because the miners weren’t excavating ordinary ore—they were mining Testing Stones.
The discovery of a new Testing Stone mine in the interstellar space should have been a cause for universal celebration. Yet, these precious ores had been stained entirely in blood.
With multiple heinous crimes laid bare, the time for accountability had come.
The official account announced the news of Wen Jun’s death and formally abolished all the unreasonable regulations he had established. Furthermore, a public notice was issued to the Cabinet Senate, urging them to elect a new planetary governor as soon as possible.
Until the new governor arrived, a staff major general with an impressive military record was appointed to serve as the interim governor.