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Standing in the command bridge, Gu Hang gazed at the Korolya III outside the window, speechless for a long time.
It was a withered yellow planet.
Less than one tenth of the planet's surface was covered by water bodies, and from orbit, they looked a sickly yellow-green, far from anything salubrious—and indeed that was the case; the water on Korolya III was undrinkable, filled with industrial wastewater and poisonous substances that seeped out of the overly exploited crust.
Even after multiple filtrations and purifications, it was still not recommended for use, failing to meet safety standards.
What's more, on this broken land of Korolya, the purification process could not be completely guaranteed.
But no one cared; nearly all the Korolya people used this water.
What else if not this water? Could the water needed for a population of forty billion be imported through interstellar trade?
