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The shelter can hold out until the second solar storm, which is a real supernova explosion. At that time, the ultra-high intensity gamma burst will pull out clusters of rays in the atmosphere, like clusters of bright flames that can blind people. Even if you hide more than ten kilometers underground, you will be completely killed by the gamma rays.

However, for most elderly people, spending the rest of their lives in the shelter for another 10 or 20 years seems to be no problem. Before the second outbreak, the shelter could last for at least 20 to 30 years. For a considerable number of elderly people, even if they do not die of old age, they are already at an age where they have one foot in the coffin.

However, this is particularly cruel to children who are only seven or eight years old. Therefore, in this case, the doctor will require the children to also enter a state of hibernation. However, they will not be installed on the Ark, but will be placed in a secret storage location.

Once they reach their destination, all they need to do is tell the parents that these children couldn't withstand the radiation during the long-distance migration and died on the way. With the buffer of time and space, no matter how angry they are, they will have no choice but to accept their fate.

However, if parents were informed from the beginning that children could not be brought along, they might not leave, and might even try to sabotage the ark or cause even bigger trouble.

However, even so, the Doctor still needs to choose one person to live out of at least three. Apart from the personnel who must be compromised and taken along, namely his own people and the operators who know the full picture of the plan, the remaining ones must be carefully selected.

On this issue, Kazdel did not have any advantage over people from other countries. Apart from those who joined Project Ark and knew a little about the inside story, the census and review process that the rest of them had to go through was no different from that of any other country.

"Keep your card safe. You'll need it to complete any evacuation or other necessary drills in the future."

"Oh, why are mine different from theirs?"

"Oh, that's the order of evacuation and the location of the evacuation sectors. Don't go the wrong way."

"Oh, I understand, I get it."

The young man looked at the red card in his hand, a hint of confusion on his face. Was this really necessary? Red meant he had been eliminated because he wasn't healthy enough, strong enough, had an incurable infectious disease, had been seriously injured, lacked education, or wasn't skilled enough. These were the kinds of people who would receive a red card.

The red card represents elimination, not complete abandonment. Only the old farmer's black card represents complete abandonment, because no matter how you calculate it, it is impossible to complete the population relocation in an instant. Some selected individuals will be unable to reach the launch site for various reasons, or will voluntarily give up their tickets.

The extra spots will be filled from the red cards, according to the serial number from front to back. Given that under normal circumstances, about 3% to 5% of the selected candidates may not be able to board the ship, those with red cards still have a sliver of hope.

The remaining cards are divided into two types: green and yellow. Green represents essential personnel, including military personnel who maintain order in the colony, the families of staff who organize the evacuation, and researchers. Yellow represents the labor force, including workers, technicians, engineers, and so on.

Interestingly, the vast majority of artists were excluded from boarding the ship, generally receiving red cards, while only a very few, considered irreplaceable geniuses or individuals who could represent an era, received green cards.

"Artworks and historical records need to be carried so that people can understand Terra's past memories, but most artists don't need to be carried because art... is too much of a luxury for our future, and when we need art, they will be dead," the doctor said coldly.

Unlike Colombia, where the order of refugees was primarily for elites, scholars, artists, and politicians, Kazdel's order was completely reversed, prioritizing workers, scholars, and technicians, with politicians and military personnel as secondary recipients, and only a small number of remaining slots allocated to these individuals.

What they wanted to perpetuate was civilization, while the Doctor wanted to perpetuate race and life, not just Terra's civilization. His view was that even if he preserved all these people, the civilization that would eventually develop on the target planet would be completely different from Terra's, and there was no need to try to preserve the past glory.

However, this choice is something that the elites living in glory cannot tolerate or make, as it would mean denying their own value and existence. Therefore, they would rather keep these people.

"The rest can be exchanged for money." This also gives those powerful and wealthy people an opportunity to help Kazdel maintain order, and also includes some slots for winning over subordinates. In this way, the Doctor has completed the allocation of all the slots.

The slots that are bought with money will be in single-person delivery pods on the edge of the Ark sector. They will be jettisoned shortly after the Ark sets sail. The remaining cheaper single-person hibernation pods will also be jettisoned after reaching their destination. Finally, the most luxurious facilities in the core area will not be jettisoned, and they will not be ejected. If they are lucky, they might survive as the Ark crashes into something.

"Son-in-law, aren't those Ark tickets too expensive?" Old Sick Tiger had a headache. Kazdel had sent similar ticket sales notices to all the companies with which they had partnerships, and Old Sick Tiger, who had vaguely guessed what was going on, was preparing to use his savings to buy a ticket.

"No, you don't need to buy boat tickets."

"So you managed to get your hands on some insider tickets?"

"No." Old Xia didn't need the Ark ticket at all. What kind of ticket did he need? He wouldn't even live in that kind of hellhole. The money from United Mining and Rift Star Mining, plus the bonus from the Pioneers Association, and the small amount of patent dividends from his patents here, could buy a luxury villa in the Titan Colony Ring.

"You'll come with me then, and we'll take another route?"

"Will it work?"

"Of course, would I joke about my own family? But there aren't many seats." It can only seat 3 to 5 people, and you can squeeze in about ten people if you try. It's perfectly fine to bring immediate family members, but it really can't accommodate all the extended family members.

"Hmm, is that Ark project completely ineffective?" Old Sick Tiger didn't doubt the problem with his seat. As an old gentleman from Victoria, his first reaction was that the Ark project might just be a smokescreen, and these guys had their own ways of escaping. The Ark was just bait to appease everyone.

"No, it's just that we're going to different destinations," Little Tiger explained. She and Old Xia had discussed where they would live in the future many times, and the final conclusion was that instead of buying a house on the moon, they should buy a manor on the edge of the inner ring.

Real estate in lunar cities, especially the core cities, is incredibly expensive. However, since about half of the Covenant's cutting-edge research and academic institutions are located there, many parents who hope their children will succeed still buy school district housing there—but it usually doesn't make a difference; if they can't get into a good school, they still can't get in, and living near a research institute won't make them smarter or able to get in.

The only benefit is that if someone is truly a top student, their commute to school and work might be closer, instead of having to live in a dormitory or get up at six in the morning to commute.

Where is that?

"Forget it, if I don't tell you directly, you'll have concerns too. Let's just come and see for ourselves." Old Xia had no choice but to reveal part of the truth and inside story.

He plans to purchase a standard floating island estate in the constellation Cetus on the inner edge of the inner ring. It will be an artificial floating island with a yacht harbor on the water, about 3 to 4 kilometers in diameter, with an underwater layer, and will be installed and deployed on the seabed plateau, which is the shallow sea area of ​​the ocean island planet.

The reason for buying this is because they're having a promotion. The reason for the promotion is that a planet on the outer edge of their star system was bombed by the people from Rift Star Mining. They had nowhere to dump the large amount of mining waste and rubble, so they used it to reclaim land from the sea.

As a result, the mining rate was too high, creating a large number of floating islands that could not be developed. They could only be sold as private floating island estates, but sales were only so-so. After all, when it comes to buying such estates, most wealthy people choose to buy them directly on the edge of agricultural planets. The construction and purchase costs of three thousand square kilometers of land plus an entire luxury estate are about the same.

As for those who can't afford any of them, there's no point in discussing them. As for municipal development, that's not a good idea either. The population density near the outer ring star zone is already low, and there are plenty of colony cities that can't be filled. Further development would just turn them into ghost towns.

"So, developing real estate in the Star Alliance is a dead end." Old Xia wasn't joking. If the population density were to be evenly distributed, an average of 2 people per planet would be considered a remarkable achievement for the Star Alliance's population growth efforts over the years.

In reality, if you include all the undeveloped candidate planets and remove the population living in space cities and mobile motherships, a planet with 50 people would be considered quite good.

In this context, anyone who tries to develop real estate, except for the Moon and the Titan colonies, will go bankrupt.

"Are you sure this isn't a PowerPoint presentation you made?" Old Tiger found it hard to believe that this rather huge island, one that had even been landscaped and had its infrastructure built, was something Old Xia could afford. No, in terms of Terra's wealth, he could afford anything, no matter how big it was, but...

"No, this kind of thing is quite common where I live. However, most of the time, several families pool their money to buy it, and then it forms a natural small town. I saw it, and the environment is nice. It's an ocean planet, a tourism, scientific research, and fishing colony, and the nearest colonial capital is less than 20 nautical miles away."

"Taking the elevator to the rail port is very convenient. The elevator is in the center of the capital, so the price is about 20% higher than other floating islands, but it's still within our budget." Clearly, Little Tiger has been corrupted by Old Xia and is starting to misunderstand the value of things, especially industrial products.

"Although there are still many things I don't quite understand, since you've already made arrangements for your escape route, I won't ask anymore. So, how am I supposed to deal with other people's inquiries?"

"Tell them that tickets are limited and will be sold out quickly. Also, tell them that you have insider tickets to appease them." Old Xia wasn't simply showing off that he could buy the estate; he was trying to reassure his wife's family and then use them to slowly convey the truth about the disaster, along with the hopeful parts to deceive people.

After all, people are skeptical of information released by the authorities, but if it contains information that is secretly revealed by family members or relatives of high-ranking officials on the other side, in a tone of "I'm only telling you this, don't tell anyone else," then its credibility suddenly becomes very high.

Then this "I'm only telling you" message will spread throughout Terra faster than official propaganda. It also helps to avoid direct disclosure that could lead to chaos before the people are prepared for a large-scale relocation. Rather than Kazdel overstepping his bounds, it's better to let these ruling classes play their last role.

In the following months, the international community in Terra suddenly became incredibly harmonious, with a strange tacit understanding emerging among the leaders of various countries. Meanwhile, Colombia and Victoria accelerated the construction of underground bunkers and began to systematically evacuate their personnel.

Meanwhile, wealthy individuals also obtained information through their intricate networks of relationships. Amidst this turbulent situation, ordinary people and the elite gradually began to come into contact with the solar storm.

The rulers' timely release of the refuge plan and the plan to expand the refuge population echoed Kazdel's Ark colonization plan, and the cynicism and ridicule of the Ark plan in the media and public opinion disappeared silently, which effectively soothed everyone's emotions.

Meanwhile, more launch site assemblies and spacecraft were being sent to various countries, and almost everyone in Terra realized that something big was about to happen, and was in a state of panic before their doom.

At this moment, Sherag said, "This is my last decree to you. Go to Kazdel." Yera looked coldly at the priests below, "The Holy Mountain has protected you for thousands of years, but this time, it can no longer protect you. You must leave this valley and find your way to survival."

"God, have you forsaken us?"

"I am saving you."

"..." The Sherag people could not believe that the spirit of the holy mountain would so cruelly and resolutely abandon them, but they had no choice but to obey the divine decree.

Amidst the chaos, the people huddled in the Sherag Mountains finally managed to evacuate the valley bit by bit. For many of them, it was the first time they had ever seen the vastness of the plains and the first time they had ever looked up at the sky that was not confined by the mountains. However, this would be their last memory of the Terra land.

"Neutrino radiation intensity increased by 35% in three days, more than 500% higher than in previous years, nuclear decay accelerated, geothermal anomalies occurred, and ultraviolet and infrared luminosity weakened." In Yera's eyes, the sun was like a light bulb with unstable voltage, flickering on and off. "Time is running out."

This short period of time may last for several years or even ten years, but when the moment of the flash comes, those who have not escaped the Terra system will die, not those who are launched into space and will survive.

On the surface of the star, an endless ocean of plasma churns and roars, beams of prominence pierce the vacuum, spewing into the depths of space only to be bound by powerful gravity, creating arc after arc in the corona, like a twisting dragon of light.

Under the brilliant light, dark spots and cold spots gradually covered the surface of the sun, like age spots on a dying old man. Within these dark spots, strange dark gold and emerald green rays broke apart. These spots continued to grow larger and merge together.

If viewed from a higher scale, the entire star is like an unstable balloon twisting and expanding, waiting to break through a certain threshold to transform into a storm that sweeps everything away. And this storm is nothing more than a breath it holds back and then exhales before entering old age.

The real flash will begin decades after the storm, at which point the cluster gamma burst will wipe out all life in the entire galaxy, and even life-bearing planets in other galaxies that are too close will be swept away by the gamma burst decades later.

Chapter Ninety-Eight: Ship Tickets Are Not Selling Well, Please Help Us

Chapter Ninety-Eight

In Columbia, Stardust was packing her things because Dr. Himer had sent her an invitation to travel to Kazdel within a week to board a spacecraft to the Ark, because it contained the largest astronomical observatory in all of Terra.

In fact, Xingji had already made several applications before, but the Ark Engineering Team rejected them all because the Sky Mirror system had not been repaired. Xingji was determined not to miss this invitation.

Unlike her lively and unrestrained younger sister, Xingji is not so averse to the family tradition. In fact, she believes that these ancient astrological arts still have some use and actively tries to find their future direction.

Xingyuan called this behavior "the new kind of charlatan behavior of a stone-headed person," and she gave her younger sister a good scolding for it, telling her not to speak rudely to her older sister, especially when she couldn't beat her.

Stacks of books, exuding a musty smell, lay piled on the desk. Oxidized dust swirled in the sunlight, resembling a hazy gray fog. Xingji tapped the book covers, examining each of these ancient books that hadn't been touched in a long time.

With limited luggage space, she could only bring the necessary books and notes; the rest would have to be left at home and sent to Kazdel later through someone else.

"Which one should I choose?" Xingji frowned, finally picked up one of the books, and put it into the already full box that could only fit one more book. "This is the only way."

She picked up the ancient books one by one and put them back on the bookshelf. Soon, only the last notebook was left. Just as she reached out her hand, the sunlight reflecting off the cover seemed to flicker. Xingji was stunned for a few seconds, then looked up. In the sky, the sun seemed to have remained unchanged.

Just as she thought she was seeing things, the servants in the manor cried out in alarm. The sun was dimming at a visible speed; it wasn't an eclipse, it was simply dimming.

Then, an even more terrifying sight appeared: countless stars shone brightly in the clear sky. Xingji saw the constellations that had long since disappeared from his ancestors' notes, and many more unknown stars shone brightly in the sky.

If you zoom in on Terra's orbit, the side facing the sun, the Originium meteorite fragment changes from bluish-black to amber in a very short time, then to dark gold, and finally to the same golden-green color as the sun, releasing more high-energy particle streams outward.

Chaos reigned on the streets of Colombia. Some infected individuals who had not yet taken their medication were running when suddenly large amounts of fine crystalline fragments erupted from their bodies, causing them to explode into a heap before reaching the final stage of Oripathy.

Normal people also suddenly find that their skin exposed to the sun dries out at a visible speed, and then fine crystals are squeezed out of the muscles, accompanied by intense pain. As for those with severe illness, the crystals on their bodies spread at an alarming rate, and in less than ten minutes, they become a human-shaped crystal sculpture.

Then the sunlight changed from dim to brighter, dazzling even more than noon despite it being early morning. The streets reflected the light like searchlights. "Whoosh!" A fiery Originium meteorite fell from the sky. In the distance, some flammable things in the city were on fire, and even if the chemicals that were easily exposed to sunlight were placed in brown containers, they could not avoid exploding.

It was as if a wall of fire was moving from east to west. The people in Kazimierz were completely bathed in the maximum midday radiation. The sky was pouring fire rain down on the entire country, and even on neighboring Victoria, Glassvale and Ursus. Countless Originium fragments were swept down like waterfalls accompanied by high-energy rays.

Wildfires raged across the Kasimir plains, spreading uncontrollably. The sudden attack prevented mobile cities from switching from stationary to mobile mode in time, and some cities that were fortunate enough to be in mobile mode due to the disaster warning were also caught in a fiery storm.

The Sargonians, who were in the early morning, were lucky because Terra blocked most of the high-energy radiation for them, with only a few meteorites falling. Similarly, the Great Flame, the Eastern Kingdom, and Rembito, who were in the night hemisphere, were also lucky, as they only saw the sun rising in the west just as night fell.

"The sun really did rise in the west today?" The Emperor of Great Yan squinted at the bright spot in the west, which made the entire cloud glow. This spectacular sunrise in the west lasted for less than half an hour. The brightest moment was only five or six minutes. After that, the sun returned to normal, but the stars in the sky continued to shine stubbornly.

Xingji hurriedly boarded a vehicle prepared by his servant amidst the crowd and fled out of the city. In fact, many more people were fleeing, completely disregarding any announcements or statements from the Colombian government.

"Miss, which way should we go?"

“Go to Kazdel, they have a way.” Star Pole didn’t believe that Kazdel, with its space facilities, would be completely unaware of this.

Meanwhile, on the Ark, "The first flashes have begun, and these flashes will become more frequent in the next few years." The Doctor wasn't surprised at all by this stage. Where do you think those facilities destroyed by the early inhabitants on the ground came from?

The reason why our ancestors invested so much in building arks and establishing defensive zones was because the frequent flashes of light beforehand brought endless disasters to the land, so most people realized they had to find a way to escape.

"How long until the official Flash Blast?"

"I don't know, there are no exact numbers, but in short, from today onwards, we have no time to waste."

"Why do we need a full-body check-up at this time?" Xingyuan tossed her panties into the basket, watching the disc-shaped robot collect them, revealing her fair and delicate body. The air in the room was also a little cold, and small goosebumps immediately appeared on her skin.

“Of course it’s because of the previous radiation burst,” Dorothy next door folded her clothes and put them in the locker. “All researchers with symptoms of Oripathy need to be tested, including those like me who are not infected.”

The changing room was cramped, with no space for individual changing, so the young girls huddled together, making the whole cabin seem to exude a fragrance.

Natural body odor is very rare, but there are many bodies that have been marinated in various fragrances. Xingyuan floated in mid-air, spreading herself out in a star shape. Anyway, she was a girl, and it wasn't the first time she had changed clothes, so there was nothing to be ashamed of. She slowly started to rotate in mid-air.

"Let's go!" Saria grabbed her smooth calf and pulled her down, tucking her under her arm and walking towards the door. Outside the door was the examination room, and the doctor in charge, Aya, was also a girl, so there was nothing to be shy about.

"One person, one seat. Lie down." Ya Ye tapped on the tablet, and several medical pods rose up around her. "This is different from the previous equipment."

"Hmm, the previous one was destroyed by the source energy rays, this is a newly assembled one." The lively Xingyuan was the first to jump in. "And then?"

"Use your right hand to attach the electrode to the back of your left hand, then wrap the electrode around your left ring and index fingers. Then use your left hand to hold your right hand in place. Finally, put both hands into the groove and don't move. The check will be over soon." After Xingyuan did as instructed, he lay down in the soft rubber liner. The hatch slowly slid down, and the others did the same. A blue light swept from their heads to their ankles.