Rejecting Tsinghua and Peking Universities: I Will Lead Harbin Institute of Technology to World Lead

After sensing that all the galaxies had been plundered, the cold and majestic being finally spoke again.

"Resource plunder complete, victors are about to leave the cosmic battlefield."

The sound resounded throughout the entire solar system, echoing above every human-owned planet.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, looked up, held their breath, and waited for that moment to arrive.

Lin Feng stood in the command center, took a deep breath, and looked up at the endless starry sky.

"Cosmic Will, send us home."

His voice was calm and firm, carrying the composure gained from experiencing bloodshed and fire, and the deepest longing for his hometown.

As Lin Feng called out to the will of the universe to send them home, the entire cosmic battlefield trembled instantly.

That was not an ordinary earthquake, nor a spatial fluctuation, but the entire battlefield—this vast space that contained ten civilizations, countless star systems, and countless lives—was trembling from its deepest depths.

The starlight swayed, space distorted, and time seemed to lose its meaning at this moment.

Everyone felt as if the world had turned upside down.

An indescribable feeling of weightlessness swept over everyone, as if an invisible hand had stripped the entire solar system, along with all humanity, all warships, and all resources, from one world.

That feeling lasted only a moment.

It seemed to last forever.

The next moment, everyone returned to the familiar universe, back to the solar system, back to their home.

Lin Feng opened his eyes.

Outside the porthole was a familiar starry sky.

In the distance, the blazing sun radiates a warm and welcoming light.

Although it has expanded to ten times its original size, that familiar aura, that unique warmth, is irreplaceable by any star.

The Earth is right before my eyes, the blue planet quietly rotating in the starry sky, white clouds slowly flowing across its surface, and the blue ocean shimmering in the sunlight.

Mars, Jupiter, Saturn—all the planets that are home to humanity—float quietly in their respective orbits, perfectly intact and as beautiful as ever.

There were no enemies, no warships, and no threat of death.

Only home.

Only humankind has its own home.

There was a deathly silence in the command center for a full three seconds.

Then, everyone broke down.

Some people slumped into chairs, covered their faces with their hands, and cried silently.

Someone knelt on the ground, forehead pressed against the cold floor, shoulders trembling violently.

Some people looked up at the human flag on the ceiling, tears silently streaming down their cheeks.

Someone hugged their comrade-in-arms, and the two tough guys who had faced life and death together on the battlefield embraced and wept bitterly.

"I'm back..."

"We're back..."

"We're home, we're home..."

Sobs rose and fell, each word tinged with the salty bitterness of tears.

Lin Feng stood by the window, looking at the blue planet, his eyes red-rimmed.

His lips trembled slightly, and his throat felt like it was blocked by something, preventing him from uttering a single word.

came back.

They're really back.

They carried the lives of one-fifth of their compatriots, their bodies covered in wounds, the resources they had plundered, and the upgraded technology.

Humanity has returned from the cosmic battlefield.

Throughout the solar system, deafening cheers erupted simultaneously on all the planets.

Countless people rushed out of their homes, ran into the streets, into the squares, and up to the mountaintops, gazing up at the starry sky with tears streaming down their faces.

"We won! We really won!"

"We're home! We're home!"

"Long live humanity! Long live Lin Feng!"

Cheers, cries, and shouts mingled together, echoing across the skies of every human planet.

Families who lost loved ones in the war knelt before their doors, clutching portraits of their deceased loved ones, and tearfully told the departed souls in heaven:

"We won... humanity won... your sacrifices were not in vain..."

Those soldiers who survived the battlefield, wearing tattered armor, stood in front of the spaceship's porthole, looked at the blue planet, gave a standard military salute, and then burst into tears.

The elderly and children who had never left their homes stood in the city square, watching the returning warships in the starry sky, clapping and weeping, over and over again.

The solar system is immersed in an ocean of mixed emotions.

The first thing Lin Feng and his group did after returning home was not to continue their conquest of the Colorful River System.

No one mentioned the colorful galaxy, no one mentioned the purple galaxy, and no one brought up any topic of war.

This cosmic war was too exhausting; everyone was exhausted.

Everyone, whether they were involved in the fighting or not, was exhausted.

Those soldiers who fought on the battlefield had reached their physical limits, and their spirits had teetered on the brink of collapse countless times.

The logistics personnel supporting the rear have calluses on their hands from handling supplies, and dark circles under their eyes from staying up all night.

The ordinary people waiting in their homes had their hearts in their throats with every battle report and shed their tears with every piece of bad news.

Everyone was exhausted.

In particular, the last war resulted in the loss of one-fifth of humankind's population, requiring a period of rest and recuperation.

One-fifth of our compatriots.

Those are hundreds of millions of lives.

Among them are brave and fearless soldiers, dedicated logistics personnel, elderly scientists with white hair, and young people who have just come of age.

Among them are fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, husbands, and wives.

They remained forever on that cruel cosmic battlefield, never to return to this familiar starry sky.

Lin Feng stood in the command center, silent for a long time.

His gaze swept over the returning warships, the tattered armor, and the wounded soldiers.

Then, his gaze drifted past the porthole and landed on the azure Earth.

It landed on that homeland where humanity was born and grew up.

"Pass down the order."

Lin Feng spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, but every word was crystal clear.

"All military operations are suspended."

"All fleets, enter rest and reorganization mode."

"All soldiers, go home and rest."

"For the next three months, there will be no assignments, no work."

"Everyone, get some rest."

The order was relayed throughout the entire solar system, to every human-inhabited planet.

No one cheered, no one jumped for joy.

Everyone just nodded silently, tears streaming down their faces.

They were really exhausted.

There is also one more crucial thing.

Lin Feng's gaze became deep and solemn. He turned around, facing everyone in the command center and all of humanity in the entire solar system.

"Before we take a break, there is one more crucial thing we need to do."

His voice suddenly rose, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Everyone fell silent, waiting for his next words.

"That is—the hero memorial ceremony."

Lin Feng's voice echoed through the starry sky, each word carrying the weight of a thousand pounds.

"To comfort the heroes who died in the war."

"To comfort our compatriots who gave their lives for the victory of mankind."

"To comfort our brothers and sisters who will forever remain on the battlefield of space."

In the command center, everyone fell silent.

The tears that had just been wiped away welled up again.

Those emotions that had just calmed down surged up again.

A ceremony to commemorate heroes.

Yes, this is something that must be done.

Those compatriots who died, those heroes who sacrificed their lives, they built a Great Wall of victory for mankind with their flesh and blood.

Without them, there would be no victory today.

Without them, there would be no solar system as we know it today.

Without them, there would be no future for humanity.

"This ceremony will last for three days."

Lin Feng's voice continued, each word carrying a heavy weight.

"For these three days, everyone must give up their work and pay tribute to the heroes."

"Because of their victory, all of humanity has won, and all of humanity has survived."

"Without them, we wouldn't be who we are today."

"Without them, there would be no continuation of human civilization."

"So, these three days—"

"Everyone, put down everything you're doing."

"Everyone, let us pay tribute to our heroes."

"Everyone, remember their names."

"Everyone, remember their sacrifice."

After the sound faded, the entire solar system fell silent.

Then, countless voices rang out simultaneously.

"In remembrance of the heroes!"

"Remember the sacrifices!"

"Heroes never die!"

Long live humanity!

The shouts resounded from every planet, from every city, and from the heart of every person.

The sounds converged and resounded throughout the entire solar system and the entire starry sky.

Lin Feng closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Countless faces flashed through his mind.

Those soldiers who charged into battle, those soldiers who stood guard on warships, those scientists who made silent contributions in the rear, and those ordinary people who waited at home.

Those compatriots who can never return.

Those heroes who risked their lives to protect humanity.

"Pass down the order."

Lin Feng opened his eyes, his gaze firm and profound.

"Starting tomorrow, a hero memorial ceremony will be held throughout the solar system."

"It will last for three days."

"All planets, all cities, all people."

"Everyone participates."

"Erect a monument to the heroes and inscribe the name of every one of them who sacrificed their lives."

"Not one can be left behind."

"Not one of them should be forgotten."

"yes!"

Everyone responded in unison, their voices filled with tears, respect, and determination.

In the solar system, all the planets simultaneously began preparations for the sacrificial ceremony.

Altars were erected in the squares, white mourning banners were hung in the streets, and temporary memorial walls were set up in every city.

People take out white flowers from their homes and place them in front of doors, in windows, and on rooftops.

The flowers swayed under the starlight, like countless eyes watching over the home they had protected with their lives.

The names of those who sacrificed their lives were collected one by one and engraved on the monument to heroes.

Behind every name is a vibrant life.

Behind every name lies a touching story.

Behind every name lies a heavy sacrifice.

Lin Feng stood by the window, looking at the busy figures in the starry sky, at the altars being built, and at the names being carved.

His eyes reddened again, but he didn't let the tears fall.

Because he knew that those heroes who sacrificed their lives did not need tears.

What they need is to remember.

What they need is for humanity to live well.

What they need is for human civilization to continue forever.

"Three days later."

Lin Feng spoke softly, as if speaking to himself, or perhaps to the departed spirits of heroes.

"I will personally offer you the first toast."

"Each of you is a hero of humanity."

"Each of you deserves to be remembered forever."

In the starry sky, the sun's rays are warm and gentle.

Those rays of light traveled billions of kilometers, shining on every human planet, on every city, and on every individual.

That is the light of homecoming, that is the light of victory, that is the light of hope.

It is also the final gift left to humanity by those heroic souls who sacrificed their lives.