I Carry a Game World With Me

"Baguda, get the relevant departments ready at once. This is a golden opportunity to increase our population," Lu Feng hurriedly instructed. "When the time comes, don’t let a single person who enters the Xuanfeng Alliance get away. Make them stay here for good."

"Yes, His Excellency the Governor." Baguda beamed, immediately rising to his feet and heading out.

For any region to truly develop, it needs a sufficiently large labor force and consumer market.

And the foundation for both is a large population.

Why did so many companies around the world set their sights on the Dragon Country?

Because the Dragon Country has a massive population, making it an undeniable and enormous market.

After returning to his office, Baguda immediately began gathering his staff and coordinating with the heads of the relevant departments.

Similarly, after Baguda left, Lu Feng sent Yasna off to handle his duties as well.

Once they had both left, he addressed Xiaozhi. "Xiaozhi, the rest is up to you."

"Don’t worry, Master. I know what to do!" Xiaozhi’s voice replied instantly.

...

The widespread rebellions in Myanmar immediately captured global attention. No one had expected that a country, seemingly stable, would suddenly erupt with so many uprisings, transforming in the blink of an eye into a chaotic free-for-all between a dozen warlords.

This naturally drew everyone’s attention, and even the sympathy of countless onlookers.

In situations like this, the common people are always the ones who suffer.

And that was indeed the case. The people of Myanmar were living in abject misery, as the central government was completely powerless to resolve the situation.

Forget about suppressing the rebel armies; they were terrified of being gunned down themselves at any moment.

It was all a consequence of the deaths of Sayer and Cai Caida. There was no one left who could keep the situation under control.

As a result, the people of Myanmar lived in a constant state of anxiety. They feared being caught in the crossfire while they slept—and this was far from a rare occurrence.

They were also terrified of being forcibly conscripted.

With some rebel armies already clashing and taking heavy losses, the only way to maintain or rapidly expand their forces was to either press-gang civilians or recruit local armed groups.

But when these armed groups became the local authorities, the consequences were all too predictable.

Most of the citizens of Myanmar shared a single feeling: Myanmar was doomed.

Kukur felt the same way. He had struggled his entire life to earn enough money to marry a wife.

He had thought his life would finally improve and they could live happily, but who could have known that the entire country would fall apart like this?

They simply couldn’t understand how things had gotten so bad.

Moreover, he’d heard that terrible things were happening all over. Some men’s daughters and wives had become victims.

So, he was terrified the same would happen to his own family.

Fraught with anxiety, Kukur went online and searched: "latest news on Myanmar situation."

He wanted to see how things stood, holding onto a sliver of hope that things might not be as bad as they seemed.

But his search results were just one tragic story after another.

There were images of bodies left after a battle and the miserable sight of destroyed homes.

There were children crying over legs lost to explosions, wives being dragged away against their will...

It was all negative, all horrifying. Kukur’s blood ran cold as he read, and he was seized by an overwhelming urge to flee the country immediately.

’This damned situation.’

’It seems to be getting worse and worse.’

But Kukur had no idea that the government in Myanmar was already actively trying to find a solution. In fact, there were positive signs: two rebel factions had already been pacified through negotiations and power-sharing agreements.

He just couldn’t see any of this news online.

Or rather, no one who went online could see it. It had all been blocked.

A hidden hand was manipulating things behind the scenes, preventing them from seeing any good news, allowing only the bad, despair-inducing stories to get through.

This hidden hand was an artificial intelligence.

And on the internet, it was a god.

Anything that passed through the network was subject to her control.

Without a doubt, it wasn’t just Kukur. Anyone searching for or watching news about the situation was confronted with the same reality. The videos and articles were so horrifying they made one’s skin crawl, pushing people to the brink of collapse, terrified that the same disasters would soon befall them.

And just then, the crucial piece of the puzzle appeared.

As Kukur scrolled, he stumbled upon a surprising video. It seemed to be of a man crossing the border, filming himself as he went:

"I can’t stand this situation anymore. If I stay in Myanmar, I’m done for sooner or later. Even if I survive, there’s no hope for a future here."

The words resonated with Kukur.

At that very moment, countless others were watching the same video and feeling the exact same way.

’To hell with Myanmar! How did it suddenly go so wrong?’

The man crossing the border continued, "My cousin escaped to the Xuanfeng Alliance a while back. He’s working on a farm there now. I’m going to join him. I hear the pay in the Xuanfeng Alliance is really high."

The video ended with the man running along the vast, open border.

The video ended there, leaving viewers to wonder what had become of him.

Kukur was curious. He wondered how the man was doing now in the Xuanfeng Alliance.

He curiously clicked search and typed: "people who escaped to Xuanfeng Alliance."

A surprising sight met his eyes.

Dozens of videos popped up.

There were videos from the man in the first clip, as well as videos posted by others.

He immediately clicked on a follow-up video from the same man. "Haha! After a long trek, I finally made it to the Xuanfeng Alliance! My cousin set me up with a job on a farm. The nutrient factories in the Xuanfeng Alliance are expanding and need tons of raw materials, so farms everywhere are hiring. They need a lot of people."

"What’s more, the monthly salary is 30,000 Xuanfeng Coins—that’s 900,000 Myanmar Kyat! It’s six times what I used to make back home!"

"I’ve even heard that if you’re lucky enough to get a job in one of the Xuanfeng Alliance factories, you can make up to 20,000 Xuanfeng Coins a month."

Kukur’s heart pounded as he listened. The Xuanfeng Alliance wasn’t just safe—it offered such high wages.

’Even if the pay wasn’t that high,’ he thought, ’it would be enough just to keep my current salary and live without war.’

He then clicked on several other videos. They were all from people who had escaped Myanmar for the Xuanfeng Alliance.

Most of them talked about working on farms, planting crops for the locals and earning far more than they ever could back home.

One video featured a beautiful woman with a great figure. She had also gone from Myanmar to the Xuanfeng Alliance to stay with relatives. She had gotten a job in a factory and was already making a salary of 40,000 Xuanfeng Coins—equivalent to 1,200,000 Myanmar Kyat.

Kukur tried to count on his fingers, but the number was so large it overloaded his brain. He couldn’t even figure out how many times her salary was compared to his own.

The woman also shared another piece of good news: the Xuanfeng Alliance had just recently opened up a path to citizenship.

Anyone who went to the Xuanfeng Alliance now could become a citizen and enjoy all the same rights and benefits.

They said that buying a house in the Xuanfeng Alliance was incredibly cheap, children’s tuition was free, and there were all kinds of other welfare benefits.

With one piece of good news after another, how could Kukur possibly resist?

He had only one thought: ’I have to go to the Xuanfeng Alliance. I have to!’

He immediately went back to the search bar: "How to escape to the Xuanfeng Alliance? What are the routes?"

Then he was dumbfounded.

The screen flickered, and dozens of routes to the Xuanfeng Alliance appeared, filling the screen in dense lines of text.

What’s more, a notification popped up: "Please enter your current location so we can plan the optimal route for you! However, a consultation fee of 2,000 Myanmar Kyat is required."

"???" Kukur’s jaw dropped. ’People are already making a business out of this?’ he thought in disbelief.