A Colossus rushes in at the start

Chapter 50 Primitive Civilizations Are Too Insignificant

As a technician assigned by the Alliance to participate in the development of the "Spear" project, Naford's biggest daily activity, aside from eating, drinking, and relieving himself, is checking whether the various devices of the wormhole generator are working properly before testing.

Today, just like any other day, he diligently remained at his post, quickly and concisely reporting the status of the facilities that the command center requested information about.

Number eight.

"Numerical observation tower number eight is normal," Naford said.

"Number Nine".

"Numerical observation tower number nine is normal," Naford said.

Number 10.

……

"Eighty-three."

"Number 83?"

The command center repeatedly asked questions, but received no report from Naford.

A few minutes later, the control panel retrieved the spaceship's surveillance footage and saw the collapsed and limp Naford, his soft slime body resembling a half-melted ice cream ball.

Naford was already unconscious and did not respond to any calls from the control tower.

Suddenly, the command center was bustling with activity, calling for the nearest rescue ship to rush to the coordinates of Naford.

"Attention, rescue team! Inspection vessel YUOAV is in trouble! Proceed immediately to coordinates 3043, 8849, 1225! Immediately!"

Upon receiving the order, the rescue ship immediately rushed to the coordinates. If you zoom out, you'll find that there's more than one rescue ship in the entire star system rushing to its destination.

When Naford awoke, he was shocked to find himself not on the inspection ship where he was working, but lying on a concave hospital bed specially designed for soft-bodied humanoids like himself.

"You're awake?"

Following the sound, Naford saw a figure that surprised him.

"Manager Rice? What about the test? Hasn't the test started yet?"

Rice's main pipeline: "Testing is entering its final stages."

Then, Manager Rice asked with concern, "Naford, how are you? Are you feeling better?"

"I'm fine, I'll be back at my post right away... cough cough cough!"

Naford struggled to get up, but his body, which was usually flexible, was now too weak to even do something as basic as getting up after his serious illness. His struggle to get up only resulted in violent coughing.

Supervisor Rice looked at Naford with great concern as he struggled several times to no avail.

"You have overwork-related dehydration. Your condition is very bad right now, and you need to take good care of yourself," said Rice, the main pipe.

For Naford, a mollusk species, overexertion leads to irreversible hydrolysis, which, in human terms, is equivalent to cancer.

Even cancer is worse; at least cancer has chemotherapy, offering a glimmer of hope, while irreversible hydrolysis has no cure. In Naford's case, he can only wait to die.

Knowing he was going to die, Naford did not give up the idea of ​​getting up and leaving his sickbed.

"I'm not the first one, this is nothing serious, cough cough cough..."

"Every moment we delay here increases the danger to the Alliance. We cannot stop!"

Rice sighed, "The 'Spear' project is now in its final stages. No matter how hard you try, you can't speed up the process. Just focus on getting better."

"Enough of my familiar comrades have died. I don't want to end up with no one left to talk to in private."

Upon hearing this, Naford finally relaxed and watched his friend turn away in silence for a long time. The pair of membranous wings on his friend's back, which had atrophied due to injury, seemed to grow larger to Naford.

Back at the command post, Rice received a report from his subordinates.

"Report! Inspection complete! Trial run test number 99406 is ready to begin!"

Rice nodded, then ordered, "Get started as soon as possible. The Alliance doesn't have that much spare time."

……

This is a solid planet orbiting a yellow dwarf star with twice the mass of the Sun.

Fortunately, more than six million years ago, this solid planet was incorporated into the habitable temperature zone due to the expansion of the yellow dwarf star.

The land, originally covered with thick snow and desolate, gradually melted under the starlight, transforming into rivers, lakes, and seas.

As rain falls to the earth, a thick atmosphere gradually forms in the sky, effectively retaining the temperature of the stars.

More than six million years passed in this way, and a prosperous world of life was born.

The earth is home to all sorts of plants and animals that are completely different from those on Earth. They grow wildly, leaving their mark on the entire planet, from mountains and seabeds to deserts.

Some species became completely extinct during these six million years, while others developed and evolved into an intelligent civilization.

When the planet's annual torrential rains wash away the land, the small, upright creatures that hide in caves will quietly emerge from their burrows and come out to cultivate the land and plant crops.

They resemble mice in appearance, but unlike Earth mice, they have three eyes, and the pupil of each eye is cross-shaped.

Among these hardworking creatures, there are quite a few rather intelligent individuals.

They deliberately set a trap for their fellow countrymen, tricking them into transferring ownership of the crops they were growing to them in a seemingly reasonable manner.

For example, they might lure them into gambling, take the opportunity to lend money at exorbitant interest rates, or forcibly acquire them through plunder.

The structure of the pyramids will become increasingly solidified over time, with rulers, armies, capitalists, and so on gradually emerging, continuing until the next major rainstorm arrives, at which point the entire pyramid structure will be reshuffled.

Since the beginning of recorded history, this cycle has repeated itself for 70,000 years, which is the historical cycle of this primitive civilization.

However, the cycle of reincarnation for these rat-people is about to be broken today.

A rat-man who was working diligently in the field suddenly felt the sunlight on the ground dim, and his shadow on the ground also became distorted.

Almost instinctively, the rat-man looked up at the sky.

The rat-man did not see the familiar sun; instead, he saw an extremely bright light that filled the entire sky. This light was so powerful and terrifying, as if it carried unparalleled destructive power.

then……

Then the rat people, along with their mother star, all died.

The entire planet was transformed into a lifeless lava planet by the violent explosion and the ejected stellar material.

On the command post 463 light-years away from the site of the star explosion, Rice and the other experimenters felt not the slightest bit of guilt for destroying a primitive civilization.

It's just cold, impersonal processing of information.

"How are all the instruments operating?" Manager Rice asked coldly.

"All instruments are functioning normally! No damage!"

Upon hearing this, Manager Rice nodded in satisfaction.

All instruments were functioning normally, and the target star, 463 light-years away, successfully exploded. All of this points to one thing.

The design concept for wormhole-based strikes is finally complete!

But before Rice could even express his joy, an urgent message shattered his happiness.

A pop-up window appeared, and on the other end was the commander of a fleet that Rice knew.

The commander said seriously, "Supervisor Rice, I have some bad news to inform you. A large swarm of bee creatures is preparing to invade the test site."

"The fleet will buy you time; please evacuate as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)