Old Cat couldn't help but scratch his own head; this information sounded very important.
Even with Lu Yuan's reminder, he dredged up some content from distant fragments of memory—the real superweapons of the mind seemed to consume this very thing... that is, the super weapons created by the Third-level Civilization or Fourth-level Civilization to withstand natural disasters.
Old Cat blinked his eyes, pondering hard: "The number of Civilization Points... can it be increased?"
Lu Yuan frowned: "As long as we are developing and history keeps changing, we accumulate some each year, but not too much, around 1-3 points."
"Like now, with everyone in hibernation, there probably won't be any accumulation of Qi Fortune."
"Unless we exterminate other civilizations, plundering the fate of others, that's the only way we'll have more income..."
"Anyway, we have between six thousand and ten thousand now, which isn't too little."
