Chapter 285 Original Sin

"This... this formula is a little too casual, isn't it?"

Chen Fan couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard the words of the old giant salamander.

Just relying on some insignificant water, wood and steel to create this kind of high-end technological creation that can create space rifts and space shields...

no matter how you think about it, it has a bit of weird meaning.

[It's normal. ]

The electronic synthesized voice continued to sound in Chen Fan's mind: [The wishing machine is created at the atomic or even finer level. Although this pyramid cannot be called a true wishing machine, it undoubtedly has this most basic ability. ]

[If you want to understand the technology of advanced civilizations, your perspective cannot stay on the conventional macroscopic matter. ]

[The microscopic world is far more exciting than you think. ]

Chen Fan nodded thoughtfully.

A rustling sound came from the side.

After a period of medical treatment, the chairman of the senator can stand up from the ruins on the ground with his own strength.

He walked tremblingly to the completely broken chair, his expression extremely complicated:

"After the incident at the tachyon radio tower, I completely lost myself..."

"It's a very strange feeling. It's not until now when I think about it that I realize how absurd it is."

Chen Fan nodded and agreed softly: "That's right, this is the domineering nature of the thought stamping technology."

"Although it's only a superficial thought stamp, it's not something you can resist."

If it were the deep thought stamping mastered by the Human Union...

it is estimated that these congressmen would never realize the problems with themselves in their entire lives.

The chairman sighed deeply: "I didn't expect the Bray civilization to do such a thing. Whether it's the star sand or population migration, I don't know how many things I have done to damage the Swamp Civilization under the control of the thought stamp over the years."

Chen Fan showed surprise and asked the chairman of the council who was full of regret in front of him: "Do you know that there is a problem with the star sand?"

"Of course."

To Chen Fan's surprise, the chairman of the council had a sober attitude: "Something with such a high addictiveness will definitely have an impact on civilization."

"But..." The chairman of the council sighed after hesitating for a moment, "On the one hand, it is the influence of the thought stamp, and on the other hand, the star sand can bring considerable progress to scientific research, so I..."

Chen Fan's heart moved: "Then do you know that star sand can cause genetic mutations in organisms?"

"What...what?!"

The chairman's expression was visibly shocked: "That, that's not radiation..."

"Radiation is fake." Chen Fan interrupted the chairman's words with concise words, "There is a problem with your radiation meter. I checked it. Every radiation meter has a virus program implanted in it in an extremely covert way."

"..."

The extremely shocked Senate President had temporarily lost the ability to speak.

"I heard from Olaya and Baroka that the entire Bray galaxy is filled with radiation." Chen Fan raised his eyelids, "This is definitely not something that a simple virus program can do."

"So, I want to ask you."

"Have you ever come into contact with manufacturers that produce radiation detectors?"

Under Chen Fan's gaze, the Senate President exhaled a breath of turbid air with a look of horror.

He pondered and recalled for a moment, and finally nodded solemnly: "Yes!"

"More than two hundred years ago, twenty years after the Bray Alliance and the Ramsey Empire officially declared war, the Bray civilization took the lead in issuing galaxy radiation warning information, and then some level six and level five civilizations also issued the same warning information."

"At the same time, the Bray Alliance also issued a large number of orders to manufacture radiation detectors."

"Since radiation detectors are not high-end technology, the manufacturing tasks are basically handed over to low-level civilizations."

"The manufacturing task is heavy. In order to avoid accidents, I followed the secret order sent by the Bray civilization at that time and used nanomachines to control all radiation detector manufacturers."

It's right, now everything is right.

A clear timeline quickly emerged in Chen Fan's mind:

more than two hundred years ago, the Ramsey Empire and the Bray Alliance started a war. Ten years after the war, the Bray civilization used nanomachines to control the civilization within the alliance while launching the Star Sand. Twenty years after the war, in order to cover up the genetic mutation problem of the Star Sand, the Bray civilization relied on the control of nanomachines and spread a big lie to the civilization of the entire galaxy. During this period, the Bray Alliance and the Bray civilization also relied on the free trade market to continuously exploit the various resources of low-level civilizations...

"Damn Bray civilization..."

Senator Nabi looked down at the rotten sores and disgusting deformed tumors on his body, and cursed with a gloomy look.

Of course, it was just a curse.

After all...

in the vast universe, weakness is the original sin.

This truth was deeply realized by the Swamp Abyss people after they left their home planet.

Nabi's tense body relaxed and sat down weakly on the ground full of ruins.

Not only Nabi, but all the members in the conference room had similar expressions.

"Want revenge?"

Chen Fan's voice suddenly sounded, like a sudden light in the dark night, piercing the silence in the meeting room.

"... Can, can I?"

The chairman of the senator raised his head a little slowly, looking at Chen Fan's face behind the mask with an incredible look.

Chen Fan grinned and showed a bright smile: "Of course."

"Don't forget, my mission is to deal with dangerous technology."

"Star sand, nanomachines, thought stamps..."

"These are all dangerous technologies."

The moment the words fell, a khaki starship descended from the sky and silently hovered outside the broken window of the conference room.

The shield emitted a faint golden light, spreading from behind Chen Fan to the devastated conference room.

The councillor was in a trance.

For a moment, he felt like he saw a god descend to the earth.

"Stand up." Chen Fan's calm voice echoed in the conference room, "The Human Union can give you this opportunity."

...

A few dozen minutes later.

In a brand new but not very spacious conference room.

"The destination of this population migration is the Bray Alliance Free Trade Market 59.7 light years away."

The councillor introduced the specific plan of this population migration to Chen Fan in detail: "The trading object is the Bray civilization."

Chen Fan raised his eyebrows: "Bray civilization?"

"Yes." The councillor nodded, "Including this time, the Swamp Abyss civilization has implemented five population migration plans, and the trading object each time is the Bray civilization."

Hearing this, Chen Fan's brows immediately frowned.

"What does a seventh-level civilization need so many third-level civilization populations for?"

"Maybe it's to supplement the low-end labor force." The councillor said casually, "I heard that the Bray civilization is trying to build a super-large-scale weapon device to resist the invasion of the Ramsey Empire, so it needs a lot of labor."

Chen Fan nodded thoughtfully.

'One, do you think it's possible? '

[It has a certain degree of credibility.] An electronic synthesized voice sounded in Chen Fan's mind, [Not all civilizations have controllable artificial intelligence technology like the Human Union.]

[For most interstellar civilizations, population size often means the development potential of civilization. On the one hand, the larger the population, the more high-end talents there are. On the other hand... Just like what this giant salamander said, when building some super-standard creations, low-end labor becomes very important.]

Chen Fan's uneasiness dissipated a little.

He looked at the chairman of the council again: "In this case, the fifth migration plan will be implemented as usual."

The chairman of the council was visibly stunned. He did not expect Chen Fan to say such a thing.

"I need an identity that can blend into the free trade market."

Chen Fan briefly explained his intention: "The migration fleet is a good excuse."

"It can blend into the free trade market and make simple contact with the Bray civilization."

The chairman of the parliament suddenly realized, but the hesitation on his face did not dissipate too much: "But, the young people of the Marsh Civilization have already..."

"I say you..."

Chen Fan glared at the big-headed baby fish in front of him with a look of disappointment: "You can't send empty packages?"

The chairman of the parliament: "...Ah?!"

...

A week later.

A fleet consisting of more than 500 starships of different sizes quietly hovered near the synchronous orbit of Marsh Star.

The starships were close to each other, blocking most of the light from the main star, and the surface temperature of Marsh Star also dropped a lot. The whole planet seemed to have entered winter ahead of time.

Covering the sky and the sun.

Among these more than 500 starships, most are colonial starships used to carry young people of Marsh Civilization. These colonial ships are extremely large in size, and each one has a fairly complete artificial ecosystem inside.

According to Yi's assessment, these Level 5 Civilization Colonial Ships can fully carry the Swamp People to the habitable planet 2,000 light years away.

In other words, there is nothing wrong with Baroka's previous plan - the star system 1581.9 light years away is indeed a good escape target.

Small starships quietly hovered around these colony ships. They were the escort fleet of this migration plan.

According to the original plan, this escort fleet built by patrol starships was commanded by Captain Olaya.

Among these patrol starships with pits on the surface, a khaki starship looked particularly abrupt.

Inside the khaki starship.

"Everyone."

The voice of the chairman of the parliament came from the fleet's public communication channel: "I announce that the fifth population migration plan of the Swamp Civilization has officially started!"

The same voice echoed on the surface of the Swamp Star.

One by one, the elderly Swamp Salamanders raised their heads, looking at the fleet that covered the sky above their heads with grief and indignation but helplessly.

Boom!!!

The sky that was originally blocked by the fleet suddenly became bright!

More than 500 dazzling circles of light appeared behind the layers of dark clouds, and suddenly more than 500 dazzling little suns appeared in the sky!

The dark clouds slowly dissipated, and the huge fleet began to slowly leave the Swamp Abyss Star. The familiar starlight also shone on the Swamp Abyss Star again.

But...

waves of slight sobbing began to spread on the Swamp Abyss Star.

In the meeting room.

"Senator, does the [Empty Package] plan... still need to be kept secret?"

Nabi hesitated for a moment: "If you continue like this, you will be hated by all the people in the Swamp."

The Senator retracted his gaze, and his gentle eyes revealed a sharp determination: "The [Empty Package] must not be lost, and it must be kept secret."

He sighed deeply: "I am a sinner of civilization."

"It is my honor to make the final contribution to the Swamp civilization as a sinner."

"Pass on my order, from now on, the Swamp civilization will enter the first level of combat readiness." The Senator's eyes became more and more determined, "The second batch of colony ships will set sail in three days."

"1581.9 light years... I hope that distant star system can bring new vitality to the Swamp civilization."

(End of this chapter)