Levi's reaction was reflected in Lyle's visual organs.

A few slight wrinkles appeared at the top of Lyle's thinking organ, but they quickly smoothed out and disappeared.

His tone carried a hint of sarcasm: "Leviathan, don't worry, the Academy of Sciences has no intention of interfering in your lives."

"However, out of consideration for our shared identity as Proxima Centauri, I'll tell you something."

"News about the solar system," Lyle added casually, seeing Levi's skeptical look.

Levi's breathing holes suddenly opened!

"What?!"

His tone sounded unusually urgent.

As the leader of the rebels, he naturally knew that the solar system was the escape destination chosen by the Academy of Sciences and the royal family, and was also the best option at present.

Seeing Levi's anxious expression, Lyle seemed a little more relaxed.

He sat casually on a chair to the side, gently swaying his thick, short forelegs: "Relax, Levi, it's no big deal."

"What on earth is wrong with the solar system?!" Levi's three pairs of visual organs narrowed slightly, and his tone carried a hint of threat. "If you keep playing these tricks, I'll call the guards!"

As he spoke, Levi extended his forelimbs and pressed a white button on the side.

Lyle's eyes revealed a hint of apprehension.

Although his physical abilities were stronger than most Proxima Centauri, he believed he still couldn't withstand the onslaught of guards.

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you then." Lyle stood up from his chair with a sigh and whispered a piece of news that shocked Levi.

"We can't go to the solar system."

"Wh...what?!"

Levi instinctively held his breath, and asked in a strained voice, "The reason?"

Lyle shrugged: "The latest observations from the Academy of Sciences."

"The main star of our solar system has entered its final stage. It experienced a helium flash a few days ago and is currently developing into a white dwarf."

"According to several observers, there are now only a few gas giants and a few solid moons left in the solar system."

Complex patterns appeared on the mind organ atop Levi's head: "...When did this happen?"

Lyle was silent for a moment, seemingly deep in thought.

"If I remember correctly, it was a helium flash that happened fifty years ago."

"Then why did you only find out now?!" Levi clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the table in front of him.

"Bang!"

A loud bang was heard.

"Liwai!" came a few short, forceful calls from outside the door. "What happened?!"

Just as Levi was about to explain, Lyle suddenly smiled and said to him meaningfully, "If I were you, I wouldn't explain to them right now."

Looking at the smooth curve on the skin at the top of Lyle's mind organ, he suddenly swallowed the words that were about to come out.

"It's alright, don't worry."

“Very good.” Lyle’s smile became even more mysterious.

"So what exactly caused us to discover this news so late!" Ignoring Lyle's "praise," Levi stretched out his forelimbs, grabbed Lyle's black robe, and asked in a deep voice.

Faced with Levi's probing questions, Lyle opened his nostrils slightly and exhaled a long breath: "You should know how efficient the Academy of Sciences is."

"With mountains of documents and materials piled up, delaying their processing by fifty years is already considered fast."

“There are several research projects proposed three hundred years ago, and no one is willing to take them on to this day.”

Liva fell silent.

He knew Lyle wasn't lying to him.

He, as the leader of the rebels, was all too aware of the extreme inefficiency of the Academy of Sciences and the royal family.

I still remember the scene when I stormed the incubation center and the royal family and the Academy of Sciences sent people to negotiate.

That negotiation dragged on for a full five years!

"So what are you going to do?"

After a moment of silence, Levi asked again.

Lyle did not answer immediately, but walked to the window and looked down at the hardworking Proxima Centauri.

"This construction is going really fast..."

"If we had built at that speed back then, I might be on an escape ship by now."

Levi ignored Lyle's sentiments and simply gazed at him silently.

"Boring..." Seeing that Levi was ignoring his words, Lyle opened his breathing hole again and forcefully exhaled a breath of stale air. "If we can't go to the solar system, we can only change our destination."

“But!” Levi said somewhat urgently, “the distances to other habitable star systems are all…”

Lyle turned around by the window, a half-smile appearing on the skin at the top of his mind organ.

"The distance is far, so the problem can be solved by reducing the number of people fleeing."

Levi's breath hitched, and a series of tiny bumps instantly appeared on the top of his mind!

"No! This is impossible..."

Lyle interrupted Levi directly.

"Alright, there are no outsiders here."

"You should know in your heart that the spaceships built below are not enough for everyone to escape from Proxima Centauri, right?"

Liva fell silent.

Yes, he knew better than anyone else.

He was the one who proposed this massive construction project.

Because the technology for building starships was controlled by the Academy of Sciences, he negotiated with the Academy at the time.

After acquiring the relevant technology, he mobilized everyone to build their own starship.

He still remembers the words he used to "mobilize" everyone at the time.

"Since the Academy of Sciences and the royal family are not going to help us escape, then we will build our own escape starship!"

"I assure you all that everyone will be able to board an escape starship and travel to the solar system, and even Marus will have his own seat!"

Of course, after the mobilization, he quickly realized his naiveté.

Let alone leading everyone to escape, even if all the Proxima Centauri people worked day and night to build starships, the best outcome would be to take away about 500,000 Proxima Centauri people.

This clearly contradicts his own promise.

Considering the potential impact of making the information public, he decisively suppressed the situation and strictly forbade anyone with knowledge of the matter from disclosing the information to the outside world.

The purpose of doing this is very simple.

In order to allow all Proxima Centauri inhabitants to complete their work with peace of mind.

At such a critical moment, whatever unexpected event occurs will reduce the final number of people fleeing.

As for the final choice of fugitives...

Levi already had his own answer in his heart.

Regardless, prioritize the Proxima Centauri survivors for the escape spaceship.

In other words, in his mind, the Marus had once again become disposable tools.

“So, Levi, we are the same kind,” Lyle’s voice came from the side. “We are all the same.”