"Um???"

A hint of confusion flashed in Bai Yixuan's eyes as he subconsciously looked down at himself: "Professor? What does this mean?"

Lü Yongchang smiled and explained the matter of nanorobots.

Bai Yixuan remained silent for a moment.

"As the captain, this is what I should do."

...

The Proxima Centauri system, Proxima Centauri b.

Incubation center.

A small, thin Proxima Centauri struggled to move his somewhat frail lower limbs back into a cramped room.

That was the "dormitory" for the Marus working at the incubation center.

"call……"

With the door closed and the dim light inside, he slightly opened his breathing hole and exhaled a breath of stale air.

"Number 12."

A listless voice came from the side: "Why are you so late today?"

Upon hearing his code name, he turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound came.

A similarly thin Proxima Centauri lay on the dirty, messy bed, gazing at him with a detached expression.

That's number 2.

He was the most senior member of their group of Marus.

"Number 12?" came the urging voice of Marus, Number 2.

"I... I had a lot of work to do today, so..." he explained softly.

Upon hearing this, fine wrinkles immediately appeared on the top of Marus's thought organ: "The task has become more demanding?"

"Huff!" A heavy sigh came from the other side. "Yeah, the tasks at the incubation center have been getting heavier every day lately, I don't know why."

He turned his head and glanced at it.

That's number 7.

As the three began to talk, figures hidden in the darkness gradually emerged.

All 11 Marus were crammed into this small, dimly lit room.

As the last of the 11, number 12 Marus did not speak, but quietly retreated to his bedside.

But clearly, his wish to hide himself was not fulfilled.

"Hey, Number 12, you came back the latest today. Did you hear what those adults were saying?" Number 7 asked him in a deep voice.

The moment he heard those words, he felt his mind jolt violently!

Involuntarily, he recalled the conversation he had overheard at the incubation center.

“No, no!” he said in a hurried and high-pitched voice.

Number 7 was startled by his words, and then said in a dissatisfied tone, "If you don't have it, you don't have it. Why are you so agitated..."

He didn't speak, but just huddled closer to his bed again: "I... I'm a little tired, I'm going to rest now."

The other 10 Marus ignored him and started chatting again.

"By the way, do you guys remember that Atocha?"

"Atocha? The Atocha who was executed a few years ago?"

"Hey, why bring up that unlucky guy? Didn't they say he made a huge mistake at work? I heard it greatly affected our detector, he deserved to die!"

"Shh, keep your voice down! I've recently heard another story..."

"Hmm? Tell me about it!"

"I heard that Atocha liked to observe the stars with a telescope. When he was observing the main star, he discovered something and reported it. Then a Lyle stole his observation results!"

"How is this possible?! How could Lyle steal Atocha's things?! If you're going to make up a story, at least make it believable!"

Marus, number 12, lay on his bed, silently listening to the discussions of the crowd.

Upon hearing the words "main star," his mind involuntarily recalled the conversation he had overheard.

'The main star is about to die out...'

'We need to build a large number of starships; they are the best labor force…'

"Hey! Number 12!" A voice interrupted his thoughts, "What do you think about Atoka's situation?"

It was still Marus, number 7, who was questioning him.

His three pairs of narrow visual organs trembled slightly: "I, I think, is possible."

"I... I overheard a conversation today." Before anyone could speak, he continued, "It was a conversation between Lord Rex."

The small room was completely silent.

The other 10 Marus all widened their eyes and looked at him.

"Number 12, stop beating around the bush, just say what you want to say!" Number 2, Marus, said somewhat impatiently.

He glanced at the people in front of him, opened his breathing hole, took a deep breath, and then began to explain.

...

A deathly silence.

A deathly silence that lasted for several minutes.

The only sound in the room was the breathing of the 11 Marus.

After a long silence, Number 7's deep voice rang out: "Number 12, you mean... Lord Rex said our main star is about to go out?"

"And they're planning to build starships to escape themselves?"

Faced with the questioning, Marus, number 12, trembled slightly and said in an extremely weak voice, "This, this is all I heard."

"And I just heard you say that Atocha, who was executed, discovered something on the main star. Could it be..."

He stopped talking abruptly at this point.

Another deathly silence descended.

Although no sound was heard, he could sense from the gradually changing atmosphere that everyone present believed his words.

"Bang!"

A dull thud came from the direction of number 2, Marus.

"how so?!"

"We...we've just been abandoned like this?!"

He lowered his gaze, silently looking at the ground.

“I’m afraid it’s not just us.” Number 7’s deep voice rang out again. “According to Number 12, they should have abandoned the vast majority of Proxima Centauri, not just us Marus.”

"Then, what do we do?"

"Am I just going to wait to die like this? No, I don't want to die!"

"What can we do but wait to die? We're just Marus! Look at your arm, it's only half the thickness of a normal Proxima Centauri. We're just a bunch of inferior beings!"

"..."

A cacophony of noise erupted instantly.

"Alright! Quiet down!" Number 2 Marus squinted his narrow eyes and hissed in a low voice.

Silence returned to the room.

"Number 12, I'm asking you, are you sure these things are true?"

When questioned by Marus No. 2, a hint of unease and panic was revealed in his three pairs of visual organs.

"Yes, it's true..."

Marus, number 2, did not speak, but silently closed his visual organs.

for a long time.

"Perhaps, there is a way to gain some chance of survival..." Marus, number 2, murmured to himself.

The impatient Number 7 quickly turned his head and asked, "What method?!"

"If we spread this news, what do you think will happen?"