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

After the universe was reborn, the nine parallel universes were completely merged into one complete universe.

In the starry sky, countless galaxies slowly rotate, countless stars burn with the light of life, and countless civilizations write their own stories in the rise and fall of dynasties. Those starfields once shrouded in the will of death are now dazzling with starlight; those civilizations once controlled by primal forces are now developing freely. The universe is like a vast and boundless scroll, slowly unfolding within its own laws, each star a brushstroke, each life a splash of color.

Lin Feng also established a cosmic civilization ranking system, from level one to level nine, with human civilization being the only level nine civilization.

Deep within the solar system, a colossal observatory operates day and night. Tens of thousands of quantum computers analyze data on every civilization in the universe, from technological level and social structure to historical processes and future trends, from moral values ​​to civilizational potential. Every civilization is precisely assessed, fairly rated, and silently recorded in a perpetually updated directory of cosmic civilizations.

A Type I civilization, having just learned to use tools, is still struggling to survive on its own planet, gazing at the stars with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

A Type II civilization, having mastered the use of energy, began exploring its own star system, leaving its mark on the planets.

A Type III civilization has achieved interstellar travel and begun to make contact with neighboring civilizations, with trade and war becoming an intertwined web.

A Type IV civilization, having mastered stellar energy, is able to navigate freely within its own galaxy and has begun to contemplate the nature of the universe.

A Level 5 civilization has mastered space jump technology, enabling it to travel freely throughout the universe and leave its mark on every corner of the starry sky.

A Level 6 civilization, possessing the power of elements, capable of influencing the life cycle of stars, creating and destroying within nebulae.

A level seven civilization, possessing the Death Beam, capable of destroying galaxies, standing at the pinnacle of power.

An eighth-level civilization, possessing the weapon of creation, capable of creating life, and touching the threshold of divinity.

Level 9 Civilization – Human civilization is the only Level 9 civilization.

Those ratings are recorded in databases, studied by scholars of human civilization, and referenced by decision-makers of human civilization. But no civilization knows its own rating, no civilization knows of the existence of human civilization, and no civilization knows that a pair of eyes are silently watching them in the darkness. Because human civilization does not interfere, does not judge, and does not intervene. They are merely observers, merely recorders, merely guardians.

All civilizations in the universe live according to their own will.

Deep within the Andromeda Galaxy, two ancient civilizations have been locked in a centuries-long standoff over the ownership of a star system. Their fleets are arrayed in the cosmos, their diplomats engage in heated debates at the negotiating table, and their scholars contemplate the possibility of peace. War and peace are both in their own hands.

At the tip of the Orion Arm, a young civilization has just lit its first starlight. Their scientists gaze at the stars, realizing for the first time that they are not the only life in the universe. Fear and curiosity intertwine, just as human civilization has experienced. They embark on a long exploration, unsure whether friend or foe, prosperity or destruction awaits them.

In the Large Magellanic Cloud, a civilization that revered art was experiencing a golden age. Their painters sculpted murals spanning continents across the planets, their poets composed epics that would be sung for millennia in the starry sky, and their musicians blended melodies into the pulse of the stars. They cared not for war, nor for power, but only for beauty.

On a spiral arm of the Milky Way, a militarized civilization is expanding wildly. Their fleets have crushed one weak neighbor after another, and their empire continues to grow on the star map. They believe that power is everything, conquest is justice, and expansion is destiny.

Peace and war are both determined by the will of one's own civilization.

Some civilizations chose peaceful development, progressing to higher forms of civilization amidst prosperity. Their cities rose from the planet, their art shone brightly in the starry sky, and their philosophies settled into wisdom in the river of time. Other civilizations chose war and expansion, growing stronger through conquest.

Their fleets traversed the stars, their empires were built in blood and fire, and their history was a cycle of conquest and subjugation. Some civilizations chose seclusion and independence, living quietly in their own star systems. They did not contact the outside world, nor did they participate in cosmic conflicts; they simply spent millennia peacefully in their own little worlds.

All their choices were their own, all their consequences were their own, and all their destinies were their own. There was no primal will guiding them, no threat of the will to die, and no external force controlling their trajectory. The universe was free, civilization was free, and life was free.

Human civilization will not interfere, and Lin Feng will not interfere either.

In the solar system, a star five thousand times larger emits a warm and gentle light. Humanity's fleet rests silently in its spaceport; a million death warships lie like slumbering behemoths, and three million Death Armor suits stand like silent sculptures. They no longer set out, no longer conquer, no longer plunder. They simply remain there quietly, like monuments to an era, recounting the path humanity has traversed.

Lin Feng stood in the courtyard of Blue Star, watching the holographic projections of civilizations at war, at peace, prosperous, and declining. His eyes held no urge to intervene, no desire to save them, and no thought of changing anything. That was their world, their choices, their destiny. Human civilization had no right to decide for them what was right, what was wrong, what should be done, and what shouldn't be done.

"Every civilization has its own path to follow," Lin Feng said softly, his voice drifting in the evening breeze. "Human civilization is not a god, not a ruler, not a judge. We are merely guardians, protecting this universe from destruction, protecting these civilizations from enslavement, protecting life from extinction. As for their choices, their development, and their future—that is their own business."

Human civilization gradually faded into the background, becoming the unseen guardian of the entire universe.

The solar system quietly operates in a corner of the universe, not participating in cosmic conflicts, not interfering with the development of civilizations, and not revealing its power. The name of human civilization has become legend in the myths of countless civilizations, allegory in the epics of countless races, and myth in the memories of countless star systems.

Some civilizations say that there is a pair of eyes watching everything from the depths of the universe.

Some civilizations say that when the end of the world comes, guardians will descend from the sky.

Some civilizations say that a civilization was born on a blue planet, endured countless wars, and ultimately became the guardians of the universe. No one knows if it's true, and no one knows if it's false. It's just a legend, a myth, a story.

But legends have their significance, myths have their value, and stories have their power. They give weak civilizations a glimmer of hope in the darkness, powerful civilizations a sense of awe amidst their arrogance, and all civilizations a sense of restraint within their freedom.

Eliminate all factors that could potentially harm the entire universe.

It was a peaceful night. The inhabitants of Earth slept soundly, and those in the solar system enjoyed a time of peace. Suddenly, the observatory's alarm sounded. At the edge of the universe, a peculiar force was beginning to emerge. It was not the force of civilization, nor the force of nature, but the force of will—a will that sought to manipulate life, control civilization, and enslave all living beings. Like the specter of a primal will, it was reborn in the ruins of the universe, growing in the darkness of life, and spreading through the cracks in civilization.

Lin Feng stood in the courtyard, watching the budding power of will on the holographic projection. His eyes held no fear, no hesitation, only calm. "Spear of Purification, fire."

A pure white beam of light shot out from the outer reaches of the solar system, spreading towards the edge of the universe at a speed that transcends time and space.

Where the beam of light passed, the nascent willpower dissipated in the purifying light, those lives corrupted by the willpower were liberated by the power of creation, and those civilizations distorted by the willpower returned to their proper course in the purifying light. Everything ended in an instant, as if it had never happened.

No civilization in the universe knows what happened at this moment, no life knows how close they were to being enslaved, and no record knows that human civilization once again protected them in the darkness.

After doing all this, Lin Feng retired completely and returned to Earth with his family to live together and enjoy true family bliss.

Blue Star, the birthplace of human civilization, the place where Lin Feng was still a boy when he left, the place he had longed for throughout countless years. The blue ocean shimmered under the sunlight, the green continents thrived beneath the clouds, and white clouds drifted slowly across the sky. Everything was as it was, everything was as it always was, everything was just like the day he left.

In the courtyard of the capital city, the sun shone warmly, and a gentle breeze blew. Lin Feng sat in a wicker chair, a cup of tea in his hand, watching his grandson, Lin Nianxing, chase butterflies on the grass. Shen Moran sat beside him, her head resting on his shoulder, humming a song softly. Lin Guodong played chess inside, Su Wenqing cooked in the kitchen, Lin Sibin continued his research in the laboratory, and Elena watered the flowers in the yard.

"Grandpa, are there really other civilizations in the universe?" Lin Nianxing ran over, threw herself into Lin Feng's arms, and asked, looking up at him.

Lin Feng smiled and patted his grandson's head. "Yes, many, many."

"What are they like?"

"Various kinds. Some are like us, with hands and feet, eyes and mouths. Some are like light, without form, only consciousness. Some are like stones, sleeping for billions of years, just awakening. Some are in war, some in peace, some in prosperity, some in decline."

"Is Grandpa a hero? A hero of the universe?"

Lin Feng paused for a moment, then smiled. He shook his head and hugged his grandson. "Grandpa isn't a hero. Grandpa is just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who wants to protect his family, his home, and all life. Heroes are those soldiers who sacrificed their lives in war, those comrades who persevered in desperate situations, and those compatriots who still believed in hope in the darkness. Grandpa isn't a hero; Grandpa just did what he should do."

Lin Nianxing nodded as if she understood, then ran off again to continue chasing the butterfly.

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and felt the warmth of the sunlight, the gentle breeze, his wife's body temperature, and the comfort of home. The osmanthus flowers in the yard were in bloom, their delicate fragrance wafting through the air. His mother's laughter came from the kitchen, his father's cough from the study, and his son's cheers from the laboratory—another experiment had been a success.

The universe operates in peace, civilization develops in freedom, and life continues in happiness. And he can finally sit here in peace, basking in the sun, drinking tea, watching his grandson grow up, listening to his wife humming songs, and smelling the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

This life spans from the blue planet to the solar system, from the solar system to the colorful galaxy, from the colorful galaxy to the cosmic battlefield, from the cosmic battlefield to the parallel universe, and from the parallel universe to the fusion of nine universes.

He had traveled a long road, endured too many wars, and suffered too many sacrifices. He lost too many comrades, bid farewell to too many compatriots, and witnessed too many lives perish. But in the end, he won peace, won freedom, and won the rebirth of the universe. Finally, he returned to his starting point, returned to Earth, returned home.

As the sun set, the clouds on the horizon were dyed golden red. Lin Feng and Shen Moran sat side by side on a bench in the courtyard, watching the sun slowly sink below the horizon. Lin Nianxing was eating osmanthus cake made by her grandmother inside the house, Lin Guodong and Su Wenqing were looking at old photos, and Lin Sibin and Elena were discussing a new research project.

"Are you tired?" Shen Moran asked softly.

Lin Feng tightened his grip on her hand, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Not tired. This life has been worthwhile."

In the starry sky, the sun, five thousand times larger, radiated a warm light. The light illuminated the ever-moving universe, the developing civilization, and the lives that were living. Meanwhile, on Earth, in that small courtyard, Lin Feng sat in a wicker chair, basking in the sunset, a satisfied smile on his lips.

He was no longer the leader who guided human civilization into the universe, no longer the hero who purified the will of death, no longer the god who destroyed primal will, no longer the arbiter who determined the hierarchy of cosmic civilizations. He was just an ordinary person, a husband, a father, a grandfather, an old man who could finally enjoy his twilight years.

But his legend, the legend of human civilization, will forever be sung throughout the universe. In the myths of countless civilizations, in the legends of countless races, in the epics of countless star systems, one story is told from generation to generation. There was a civilization that was born on a blue planet, endured countless wars, countless desperate situations, and countless sacrifices, and ultimately became the guardians of the universe, an eternal legend.

That civilization was called human civilization. The leader of that civilization was Lin Feng. That legend will never end.

As the sun sets and the stars illuminate the sky, the blue planet quietly revolves in the universe, ordinary yet unique among countless life-bearing planets. On that planet, in that small courtyard, Lin Feng closes his eyes, listening to the laughter of his family, smelling the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms, feeling the gentle caress of the breeze, and a sense of peace washes over him.

The universe is vast, boundless. But his world is small, containing only a courtyard, his family, and a lifetime. That's enough.