After the Freeman family finished dinner. Prepare to head to a nearby church for worship.

On Walpole III, it was stipulated that every citizen of the Empire on the planet should visit the church at least once a week. The government will monitor this practice, and those who do not comply will not be shot, but punishment or repatriation will be necessary.

However, among the hundreds of millions of people on the planet, this has not happened yet. Without the supervision of the law enforcement team, everyone came to the church very consciously to pray to the emperor and the Son.

Usually services are held on Sundays, but the devout Freeman family visits the nearby church every day. It almost became a part of their lives.

Thursday's church was also overcrowded, and it wasn't just the Freemen family who were devout or insane about the state religion, and many of Walpole III were loyal believers.

After everyone realized that their good life was brought about by the regent of the empire, Sivir, the Son of the Anglican Church, the missionary work of the priests was like a flame meeting cotton. The madness spread, and it burned.

The Freeman family, who walked into the church, found a place and sat down. Begin to pray and listen to the pastor on the pulpit preach the doctrine of the state religion.

Freeman, on the other hand, closed his eyes and silently confessed to his Son in his heart.

At first, the administrator of the nest capital said that he would draw a group of people to open up new planets, but Freeman didn't care about that. All he could think about was how much food he could get from today's work. Living, or living, is what Freeman should be thinking about.

If Freeman has learned anything from the repetitive work he has done in the factory over the past few decades, it's that good things don't come to him. Even if a pie falls from the sky, it will be caught by the heads of the upper echelons of the nest, and no cake will fall to the lower nest.

So when Freeman found out that he had been selected, his eyes darkened, and finally he finally accepted the facts. Start thinking about whether you'll be sent to a planet full of gas and radiation to mine, or a planet with all kinds of dangerous creatures to log.

Later, when Freeman learned that one person had won the lottery and the whole family went with him, his eyes suddenly darkened and he almost didn't recover.

Although the days of the nest are not easy, at least they can live. Freeman hated the Nest, but he never thought of leaving. As he sat on the colony ship, Freeman cursed in his mind the initiator of the action to take him away from the nest.

After arriving at Walpole III, Freeman said: "It smells so good!"

Not only can their own children go to school, but there are also night classes in the evenings to teach adults to learn knowledge. Work, food, housing... It all made Freeman feel like he was in heaven.

It was here that Freeman felt like a person and understood what life is.

The pastor did not need to say much about these people, but only told them that it was the Son Sivier who brought all this to them. Everyone will sincerely believe in the Son and the Emperor.

This was the case with Freeman, after all, the Son did improve his life. And in this church, Freeman was able to directly feel the divine power from the Son. This made him even more religious.

He came to church every day to repent of his ignorance and misunderstandings. After each prayer, Freeman felt his body and mind washed from the inside out. All negative emotions are far away from themselves.

Working harder, believing in a more devout faith, this is the insignificant contribution that Freeman considers himself to be able to do for the Son and the Emperor.

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The planetary capital of Walpole III, although it is very late, the planetary governor Eckert is constantly taking care of official business. He has the heart of an architect and is committed to improving the efficiency of construction. So the Ministry of the Interior sent him to build the planet.

The planning of new cities, the expansion of old cities, the construction of major buildings... There's so much to go on for Eckert.

And there are many things that Walpole III can't do on its own. A lot of things need to be repatriated from other planets, which means that the Walpole III government and Terra's Ministry of Internal Affairs currently have a lot of work to hand over.

The daily data transmission between the two sides is not only frequent and huge, but it is difficult for the Star Whisperer to complete such a huge workload. Plus some faster-than-light communication equipment doesn't help.

But just yesterday, a faster-than-light communication forum was built on Walpole III. It's a huge facility equipped with advanced human communication devices, a huge forum for faster-than-light communication that allows Terra to work together to coordinate the work of millions of planetary governments. It provides a platform for the exchange of multiple points of view in discussions and the rapid formation of consensus in debates.

Once this faster-than-light communication forum was established, the speed at which information was transmitted between the two sides was astonishing. It's also surprising how much government work that a subordinate has handed over to Eckert to handle.

Eckert did not close his eyes for two days and one night, but with his unremitting efforts, these documents were processed, approved, and applied for one after another. Finally, a large part of the government affairs that need to be processed quickly have been handled.

As the population grew, many departments and buildings began to be built. Walpole III is developing at an astonishing rate, and these things should be perfected as soon as possible.

Eckert has asked Terra to send a group of astral troops to garrison and train planetary defense forces.

Many planetary fortresses are already being built to protect the planet from invasion and rebellion. With more troops, a number of planetary fortresses will be built, and these giant fortress complexes will have larger barracks to accommodate more garrison soldiers and provide them with training grounds.

At the same time, the Inquisition and the Ministry of Justice, the two imperial regulatory authorities, should also officially establish branches on Walpole III.

When the members of the two departments arrive, their own department members will select and construct the site and court hall of the Ministry of Justice. The Ministry of Justice Fortress will serve as a stronghold for law enforcers and a sacred symbol of law and order. The courtroom is a huge facility dedicated to law enforcement and trials.

The population is also urgently needed by Walpole III.

A mere population of 700 million does not occupy much space on the entire planet, and there is still a lot of land waiting for human development and utilization. Eckert wants Terra to recruit more people from some of the nest worlds and send them to Walpole III.

If there is a concern that it will affect the efficiency of some of the nest world factories, then it is acceptable to ship the humans from those nests to Eckert.

Although most of the inhabitants of the nest have a somewhat "peculiar" personality, Eckert will train them well. And the enforcers on the planet are not a force that can be handled casually.

As for some nest dwellers, due to genetic mutations caused by long-term exposure to radiation, they have developed a third hand or a second nose or something like that. With the Empire's current genetic technology, none of this is a problem.

The First Clan

Through gene editing tools, we can genetically modify these "mutants" and "aliens". Let them succeed in turning back into human beings, both on the outside and on the inside.

Let these people get what they crave most – to be treated as human beings.

With just a little modification of the genes, a mutant who has been discriminated against in the empire can become a glorious citizen of the empire, and start to contribute to the prosperity of the empire.

Instead of nesting in the bottom nest, engaging in some "wasteland survival" that is useless to the empire, or even engaging in some criminal acts that endanger the empire.