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

Lin Feng could sense the fear of all humanity and their reluctance to fight their own comrades.

Standing on the top platform of the command center, he saw the scenes of every corner of the solar system through holographic projection. Cities on Earth trembled in the flames of war, people huddled together in shelters, children wept softly in the darkness, and parents comforted each other in despair.

The military base on Mars teeters on the brink of collapse under enemy siege. Exhausted soldiers lean against the walls, their weapons gleaming hot, ammunition nearly depleted. In the spaceport, engineers frantically repair damaged warships, sweat and tears mingling and dripping onto the cold metal floor.

He saw the fear in the soldiers' eyes. It wasn't fear of death, but fear of having to fire on their former comrades.

Those standing at the forefront of the enemy's ranks were the brothers of the 12th Expeditionary Force, comrades who fought together just yesterday, brothers who sweated together on the training ground, ate together in the mess hall, and chatted together in the dormitory.

They were controlled; they were no longer human, but they had once been human, compatriots, comrades-in-arms. Fire on their warships, shoot at their armor, demand the end of their lives—every human soldier's heart was bleeding.

He saw the unbearable pain in everyone's eyes. The corpses floating in the starry sky, the warriors who were resurrected and stood in the enemy ranks, the heroes who shouted "Long live humanity" before their sacrifice—their eyes had lost their light, their consciousness no longer held humanity, and their souls no longer held themselves.

But they wore human uniforms, piloted human warships, and controlled human armor. Every destroyed death warship was once a force of human civilization. Every shattered Grim Reaper armor was once a shield protecting the solar system. Every resurrected warrior who was annihilated was once a hero of human civilization.

To fire upon one's own people, to shoot at one's comrades, to take the lives of one's heroes—this is the most painful choice in the history of human civilization. But if one does not do so, more people will die, more comrades will sacrifice themselves, and more heroes will be assimilated. It is a choice with no other option, a choice that breaks everyone's heart.

Lin Feng's eyes reddened, but his gaze remained unwavering. He knew that if even he collapsed, human civilization would truly have no hope. If even he gave up, the solar system would truly be lost. If even he fell, human civilization would truly have reached its end.

He stood up.

In the command center, everyone stopped what they were doing and focused their attention on him. The exhausted soldiers, the desperate engineers, the weeping civilians, everyone trembling with fear—all were watching him, waiting for him, hoping for his return.

He gave a speech.

Lin Feng's voice, transmitted through the communication channel, resounded throughout the entire solar system, across every human-inhabited planet, on every warship, in every piece of armor, and in every shelter. His voice was hoarse yet resolute, deep yet powerful, carrying both weariness and unwavering resilience.

"My fellow countrymen, warriors, my fellow countrymen. I am Lin Feng. I know you are afraid. I know you are in pain. I know you cannot bear to fire on your comrades, cannot bear to shoot at your fellow countrymen, cannot bear to take the lives of the heroes who once protected us."

"But I must tell you—the dead humans have become the enemy, and we must kill them in order to protect more humans."

"Those resurrected warriors, those controlled comrades, those heroes standing among the enemy ranks—they are no longer human. Their consciousness has been erased, their souls devoured, their bodies manipulated. They are no longer our comrades, no longer our compatriots, no longer our heroes. They are the enemy, the enemy who wants to destroy human civilization, the enemy who wants to devour the solar system, the enemy who wants to erase all of our existence."

"If we don't destroy them, they will destroy us. If we don't stop them, they will kill our families, destroy our homes, and wipe out our civilization. If we don't fight, human civilization will end today."

"I know it's painful, I know it's cruel, I know it's difficult. But we must fight. For our compatriots who have not yet been assimilated, for the children still waiting in shelters, for the engineers still toiling away in factories, for the warriors still fighting bloody battles in the stars—we must fight."

"At the same time, I have some good news to share. I have developed an even more powerful weapon, a weapon capable of annihilating the enemy. You must all hold on."

"The Compressed Universe Device can create an infinite amount of cosmic origin. The Heavenly Emperor's Weapon can completely annihilate those enemies that cannot be killed. Both devices are already under construction and will be completed soon. Just hold on a little longer, just give us a little more time—we can turn the tide, we can destroy all the enemies, and we can avenge all our fallen comrades."

"Therefore, I implore you. Hold on a little longer. Fight a little longer. Have faith one more time. Have faith that human civilization will not perish, that the solar system will not fall, and that we will surely win."

Lin Feng stood up, giving humanity hope and bringing light to everyone's eyes.

In a shelter on Earth, a young mother, holding her child, stopped crying as she listened to Lin Feng's voice. She looked up at Lin Feng's resolute face on the holographic projection, and a long-lost strength welled up within her. She stood up, picked up her child, and walked towards the medical station. She wasn't a soldier and couldn't go to the battlefield, but she could care for the wounded, transport supplies, and do her part.

In a Martian military base, an exhausted soldier leaned against the wall, his weapon burning hot, ammunition nearly depleted. Hearing Lin Feng's voice, the confusion in his eyes vanished, replaced by a resolute light. He stood up, gripped his weapon tightly, and strode towards the battlefield. He wasn't fighting alone; behind him stood Lin Feng, and the entire human civilization.

In the spaceport, the engineers wiped away their tears and continued working on the compression space device and the Emperor weapon. Their hands trembled, but their eyes were as firm as iron. They knew their work concerned the survival of all human civilization. Every minute was precious, and every second could not be wasted.

On the warship, the soldiers wiped away their tears and gripped the control sticks again. Their hearts were no longer filled with hesitation, reluctance, or fear. They knew that their resurrected comrades were no longer comrades. They knew that eliminating their controlled compatriots was the greatest respect they could show them. They knew that only by surviving, only by winning this war, could their fallen comrades find peace.

They became even more courageous in resisting the enemy because they believed that Lin Feng would succeed and protect the entire human world.

On the outskirts of the solar system, two hundred thousand death warships have re-formed their ranks, their silver hulls gleaming with final glory against the starry sky. Five hundred thousand Death Armor units unfold before the warships, these black steel giants standing silently, awaiting the battle horn. A thousand Death Shockwave Cannons readjust their angles amidst the ruins, their deep black muzzles aimed at the endless hordes of enemies.

The enemy's attack began again. The 10,000 warships of the Twelfth Expeditionary Force charged at the forefront, followed by countless resurrected enemies, overwhelming the sky and blotting out the stars and moon. The black beams of the death shockwave collided with the enemy's colorful beams in the starry sky, and the explosions illuminated the entire universe.

Humanity's warriors no longer hesitated, no longer felt compassion, no longer feared. They knew that their resurrected comrades were no longer comrades. They knew that eliminating their controlled compatriots was the best way to honor them. They knew that only by winning this war could their fallen comrades rest in peace.

A deathship, surrounded by dozens of enemy ships, shattered under enemy fire, yet its warriors continued firing its main cannon until the very last moment, using their final bursts of fire to buy time for their comrades. A Death Armor was besieged by a group of Avatar warriors; the armor melted in purple flames, but the pilot continued firing until the very last moment, using their last bullet to destroy the enemy. A defensive platform was subjected to concentrated fire from the enemy's main fleet; the platform disintegrated in the explosion, but the defenders continued operating the Death Shockwave Cannon until the very last moment, using their remaining energy to fire beams.

Every soldier was fighting desperately, every soldier was persevering, and every soldier believed. They believed in Lin Feng, they believed in human civilization, and they believed they would win.

Lin Feng stood in front of the porthole in the command center, looking at the starry sky stained red by the flames of war, at the soldiers fighting bloodily, and at the ever-increasing casualty figures on the holographic projection, his eyes burning with the last hope.

The space compression device is almost complete, and the Heavenly Emperor's weapon is about to be manufactured. Just hold on a little longer, just give him a little more time—human civilization can turn the tide, annihilate these unkillable enemies, and avenge all the fallen comrades.

Until then, humanity's warriors will protect that last hope with their lives. Until then, human civilization will fight to the very last moment. Until then, every human being will believe—they will surely win.