Cataclysmic Era: I can unlock the tech tree

"No, no, no!"

Zhang Zhengqing shook his head repeatedly.

"It's not that we don't observe Ross 154, but rather that we only now have the capability to conduct high-precision observations of Ross 154!"

Ren Feng was stunned for a moment.

Zhang Zhengqing's words were somewhat beyond his expectations.

Seeing Ren Feng's confusion, Zhang Zhengqing hurriedly explained.

"These electromagnetic railgun projectiles, which were wrapped in miniature nuclear bombs, not only destroyed City One at the time, but also destroyed a number of satellites."

"It includes two orbiting telescopes."

"When the human fleet left, in order to conserve resources, it took almost all of the observation equipment with it."

"And those two orbital telescopes are precisely our only two high-precision optical telescopes."

"It wasn't until a week ago that the Academy of Sciences fully grasped the relevant knowledge and successfully repaired one."

Zhang Zhengqing shrugged and said with a helpless expression, "As for the radio telescope array..."

"They are located near City One and are currently under repair."

Ren Feng's lips twitched slightly: "Twenty-five years have passed, and this is all the progress we've made...?"

Zhang Zhengqing nodded with a wry smile: "This progress is already quite good."

"Twenty-five years ago, Proxima Centauri b had only 200 million inhabitants left."

"Even now, it's only around 300 million."

"Without the help of zero, efficiency would drop by more than several times!"

"However..." Zhang Zhengqing changed the subject, "Despite numerous difficulties, the Academy of Sciences has recently achieved a brand-new scientific research result."

Ren Feng's eyes lit up.

But the question was cut off by Zhang Zhengqing the next moment: "It's still in the experimental stage. Let's talk about it after it's completely successful."

"The focus right now is still on the Ross 154 incident."

Ren Feng pondered for a moment, then reached out and pushed aside the pile of tasks in front of him.

"I'm going to the Academy of Sciences right now."

……

Proxima Centauri b, City 4, Academy of Sciences.

"Authentication successful".

"Welcome, Speaker of the Legislative Council."

A mechanical, electronic female voice rang out from the doorway.

At the same time, the door made of transparent aluminum quietly opened.

Ren Feng walked into the Academy of Sciences with an anxious expression.

"Speaker, third floor."

Zhang Zhengqing's voice rang out in the hall.

Ren Feng composed himself and quickly stepped into the elevator that was set up to the side.

……

The Proxima Centauri Central Astronomical Laboratory is located on the third floor of the Academy of Sciences.

Ren Feng strode into the laboratory with the doors wide open.

What came into view were hundreds of researchers in white coats, looking hurried.

A clear image of the starry sky is displayed in the giant holographic projection directly in front of you.

"Speaker, over here!"

Zhang Zhengqing's voice came from the side.

Ren Feng turned his head and walked quickly toward Zhang Zhengqing.

"How is it?"

"Rose 154..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Zhengqing shook his head helplessly.

"There has been no progress."

"To this day, we have found no trace of Ross 154."

As they spoke, the two walked into an office.

"Click".

As soon as the office door closed, the noisy discussions outside instantly subsided.

"What's wrong?" Ren Feng frowned as he looked at Zhang Zhengqing's tense expression and asked in a deep voice.

A hint of hesitation flashed in Zhang Zhengqing's eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth, lowered his voice, and whispered, "Ren Feng, I suspect..."

"The human fleet has been destroyed."

Ren Feng's pupils suddenly contracted!

He took a deep breath, suppressing his shock: "Why do you say that?"

Zhang Zhengqing reached out and turned on the holographic projector next to him: "Come, sit down."

"I'll show you something."

The holographic image unfolded rapidly, revealing a timeline within it.

"Look," Zhang Zhengqing pointed to the left side of the timeline, "Earth calendar year 2270, the human fleet arrived at Ross 154."

"Two years later, in 2272, Proxima Centauri b encountered that crisis."

"At the same time, according to Professor Lü's explanation, the human fleet encountered a level seven two-dimensional being called 'Painting', which made them unable to pay attention to us."

Fortunately, the crisis was eventually averted, and the painting showed no ill intent toward humanity.

"Then, starting in 2273, for a full twenty-seven years, we had no communication whatsoever."

"Part of the reason for this is that we are busy digesting the technological systems sent by the human fleet."

"Until a week ago, we discovered something unusual about Ross 154."

As Ren Feng looked at the various points in time appearing on the timeline in front of him, a terrifying guess suddenly popped into his mind!

His nostrils twitched slightly, and after swallowing hard, he muttered to himself, "You mean..."

Zhang Zhengqing nodded vigorously.

"good!"

"We have reason to suspect that the Level 7 two-dimensional beings encountered by the human fleet are a malicious civilization."

"For a level seven civilization, completely destroying a star should not be a difficult task."

Ren Feng stood up from his chair and paced back and forth in the office with a serious expression.

As the speaker of parliament, the first thought that came to his mind was whether the human civilization on Proxima Centauri might also be in danger.

Everyone understands the principle of "if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold".

Human fleets far superior to theirs have all vanished in this vast universe; the Proxima Centauri civilization, it seems, couldn't have gone much further!

Then, he suddenly realized a problem.

"What about long-range communication devices?"

Have you contacted the human fleet?

Ren Feng said excitedly, "Perhaps, they..."

"No!" Zhang Zhengqing rejected Ren Feng's words without any hesitation.

"If the enemy has captured the human fleet, then sending a message rashly would be tantamount to suicide!"

The excitement in Ren Feng's eyes slowly faded.

"Yes, that's true..."

He sat back down in his chair, somewhat disappointed, staring blankly at the timeline in the holographic projection.

The atmosphere in the office became tense.

for a long time.

"I think we should still give it a try."

Ren Feng said in a slightly hoarse voice.

"I don't believe a level seven civilization would have such complicated thoughts about a level two civilization!"

"On the one hand, we are all human beings."

"On the other hand, the human fleet is currently our only source of information."

"Whether for the survival of our race or for future development, we should give it a try."

Zhang Zhengqing sighed softly.

Then, he lowered his eyes and nodded silently.

"I don't know much about this kind of thing."

"But since you put it that way, I agree to give it a try."