Cataclysmic Era: I can unlock the tech tree

"you……"

Zhang Zhengqing's eyes widened suddenly, filled with confusion: "What exactly do you want?"

Ren Feng narrowed his slightly wrinkled eyes: "Help them perfect their tail-cutting plan."

You should have noticed it by now.

"There were flaws in the selection of personnel for the 'cut-off' plan."

Zhang Zhengqing remained silent for a moment, then nodded with difficulty.

"Perhaps because they are reluctant to part with the younger generation, the candidates for the tail-cutting plan are mostly older people."

"This is not the population structure that a normal civilization should have."

"Don't even mention fooling those advanced civilizations, you can't even fool us."

Ren Feng muttered to himself softly, "That's normal. The new generation is ultimately the hope of civilization."

"Sacrificing the older generation wouldn't have been a problem before, but now it's far from enough."

Zhang Zhengqing moved his lips, but did not utter a word.

"Moreover, they chose Dawn Star as the location for the 'tail-cutting plan'," Ren Feng shook his head. "That's not good."

"Having just won the war, why were they suddenly wiped out by two-dimensional fragments?"

"That doesn't make sense..."

"...You mean, Proxima Centauri b is the location for the tail-cutting plan?" Zhang Zhengqing's voice was extremely hoarse.

Ren Feng didn't speak, but only glanced at Zhang Zhengqing.

Zhang Zhengqing's body trembled violently.

What kind of look is that?!

Indifference, disappointment, helplessness... but deep down, there is a glimmer of hope!

A look of terror flashed in Zhang Zhengqing's eyes, and words of objection were already on the tip of his tongue.

But several images involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

On that day, the main star gradually dimmed, Proxima Centauri b turned into an ice ball, and the surrounding resources gradually became scarce.

On that day, Proxima Centauri's reforms failed, and the planet was engulfed in war.

On that day, the new generation no longer looked up at the stars, but instead turned their gaze to the only space within the city on the ground.

That day...

He swallowed hard, cutting off the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

"Human civilization on Proxima Centauri has no way out."

Ren Feng's voice came softly: "Although I was born from Proxima Centauri, I have heard an old saying from Earth's time."

"Either erupt in silence or perish in silence."

"Rather than perish in the depletion of resources, we should burn ourselves to light the way for them."

The moment he finished speaking, Ren Feng's memory of the Proxima Centauri holographic cinema resurfaced in his mind.

"Grandpa..."

He murmured in a voice barely audible, "What you didn't do, I'll do for you..."

Zhang Zhengqing seemed to be recalling the image of those elderly people smiling as they faced death. His eyes reddened slightly, and he nodded firmly, saying, "Okay, I agree!"

"However, we have too few people to help them complete their tail-cutting plan."

Ren Feng's smile revealed a hint of madness: "It's alright."

"Have you forgotten about the social care center?"

"There are enough germ cells there."

"Thump!"

A dull thud came from the doorway.

"Who?!"

Ren Feng's expression changed drastically, and he shouted sharply!

There was no response, only a series of extremely hurried footsteps.

Ren Feng subconsciously turned his head and exchanged a glance with Zhang Zhengqing.

The two did not speak, communicating only through their eyes.

"broken!"

"What should we do? If this news leaks, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"..."

Having managed the Proxima Centauri civilization for so long, no one understands the Proxima Centauri humans at this moment better than them.

They have almost forgotten the glory of humanity, and only think about living a life of ease and waiting to die in the surface cities!

To expect these people to understand the spirit of the inheritance of human civilization is nothing short of a pipe dream!

Gradually, Ren Feng's somewhat crazed gaze began to affect Zhang Zhengqing.

Facing Ren Feng's gaze, Zhang Zhengqing's eyes gradually filled with murderous intent, and he nodded forcefully.

Then, Zhang Zhengqing suddenly stood up from his seat and strode toward the office door.

"Notify all troops..."

……

In front of him, the holographic projection screen flickered with a faint light.

Behind me was a cold, hard seat.

Ren Feng listened to the piercing alarm sounding outside the building and slowly lowered his eyes.

"Help me contact the human fleet."

"Yes, Mr. Speaker."

A synthesized voice announced: "Establishing a communication connection, please wait."

……

"No!"

Lu Yongchang slammed his fist on the table, roaring in fury: "This is a matter for the human fleet; it's none of your business, the Proxima Centauri civilization!"

"Wake up!"

"We will immediately fix the flaws in the 'cut-off tail' plan!"

"Leading the development of civilization properly is what you should be doing!"

"Professor, I am perfectly clear-headed," Ren Feng's voice came from the speaker. "Not only me, but Zhang Zhengqing also agreed to this proposal."

"Listen carefully, the army has already begun its operation."

"Next, the city incubation center will lift all restrictions, and all personnel currently on Proxima Centauri b will be forced into hibernation, awaiting the final moment."

"I've already calculated it for you."

"From now on, once the human fleet's homeships and dimensional strike ships arrive at Proxima Centauri, there will be at least 500 million humans on Proxima Centauri b."

"According to the calculations provided by Zhang Zhengqing, our resources should be just enough to last until the fleet arrives."

"In order to perfect the age distribution of the tail-cutting project, these 500 million humans will not accept life-extending modifications; they will become the final piece of the tail-cutting project puzzle."

"You, you're out of your mind!" Lü Yongchang exclaimed, both shocked and furious. "Do you know what you're doing?!"

"This is a crime!"

In the video, Ren Feng is smiling.

She was smiling brightly.

"Professor, you know in your heart that there is no hope left for human civilization on Proxima Centauri."

"In fact, we might not even be able to sustain the normal lives of these 500 million people for an extended period!"

"Professor," Ren Feng's smile gradually faded, "the plan has already begun."

"However, the countdown to the demise of the human civilization on Proxima Centauri has already begun."

"Let's make our final contribution."

A pleading look appeared in Ren Feng's eyes: "Human civilization cannot perish!"

The holographic communication interface vanished instantly.

[Connection interrupted...]

Looking at the flashing words in front of him, Lü Yongchang leaned back in his chair, his face pale.

"Can Zero control the central computer of the Proxima Centauri civilization?"

As if remembering something, he suddenly sat up straight and shouted sharply, "Stop them immediately!"

"Attempting to establish a connection..."

An electronic synthesized sound began.

A glimmer of hope rose in Lü Yongchang's eyes.

But the next second, that glimmer of hope was shattered.

"The other party has physically severed the connection, making it impossible to establish a connection."

Zero's synthesized electronic voice was incredibly cold, as if it were a death sentence for the human civilization of Proxima Centauri.

Ps:

Thank you so much, YiYiGuanGuan, for your amazing certification!

Thank you to the four experts from the 10th Art!

I'll owe you one chapter for now, I really don't have time to write anymore. I'll definitely do it next time, next time!