“Unlike the Sun, Proxima Centauri will at least not experience a helium flash, so we don’t need to be constantly on the move.”
"In the Proxima Centauri system, there are not only habitable solid planets, but also a gas giant. Even if Proxima Centauri were to die out, we would still have an excellent opportunity for development."
"This is the first piece of good news."
"As for the other half of the good news..."
"Perhaps by the time we arrive, the Proxima Centauri civilization will have already fled."
At this point, Lü Yongchang's expression suddenly became a bit strange. "Moreover, their escape route is most likely the solar system."
Fang Xu: "..."
Cao Liangcai: "..."
The rest of the scientists: "..."
“Yongchang, this joke isn’t funny…” Fang Xu looked at Lü Yongchang with a strange expression.
Lu Yongchang looked at the strange-looking crowd in front of him with a helpless expression: "I'm not joking."
"Zero, show them the star map."
The holographic projection changed instantly, and images of several nearby star systems appeared around him.
The Solar System, Alpha Centauri, and the Ophiuchus Galaxy.
"The closest stars to Proxima Centauri are the other two stars of the Alpha Centauri triple star system, which are only 0.21 light-years away."
"However, those two stars form a binary system, and according to Zero's latest observations, there are no planets suitable for life to live on there."
"Secondly, there is the solar system, and finally, there is Barnard's Star in the Ophiuchus constellation."
"Unfortunately, Barnard's planet also does not have any solid planets suitable for habitation."
“So…” Lu Yongchang shrugged, “Under normal circumstances, the Proxima Centauri people might already be on their way to the solar system.”
Fang Xu's expression grew increasingly strange.
"So, it's still a two-way process for us?"
“That’s certainly true.” Thinking of the expressions on the faces of the Proxima Centauri when they arrived in the solar system, Lü Yongchang’s lips twitched slightly as he forced a laugh.
"Of course, there is another possibility: their observation methods are more advanced than ours, they discovered the anomaly in the sun earlier, and chose a more distant star system as their target."
"However, this requires a higher level of technology, and I don't think the Proxima Centauri civilization has such means."
...
The central region of the Milky Way.
The artificial planet belonging to Cleaner 9527 rests quietly in outer space.
Inside the planet.
"Sir, there's been a new update from the Orion Outriggers region."
A report rang out, attracting the attention of cleaner 9527.
"explain."
He uttered a simple syllable from his vocal organs.
"Sir, the star devourer sent to the LHS4C42Y star system has successfully completed its mission and is on its way back."
"That's right, how much energy did it absorb?"
"……not much."
A screen of light appeared in front of Cleaner 9527.
He glanced casually at the data on the screen, and his originally bluish skin immediately darkened by one shade.
"That's all?"
He said it in an extremely dissatisfied tone.
“Sir, that’s just a yellow dwarf star. It’s already quite good that the star devourer can absorb this much energy,” a subordinate’s voice came through. “Unless we use the mother civilization’s large-scale mass-energy conversion device, otherwise…”
"Alright, alright, of course I know all that." Cleaner 9527 waved its tentacle impatiently. "I don't have many of those things. You think I'm crazy to use them against a Level 1 civilization and a yellow dwarf star?"
"I was just using an analogy..." the subordinate's voice came again.
"By the way, I remember there's a red dwarf star next to that yellow dwarf star. How's the star devourer over there?" The external memory storage device of Cleaner 9527 flickered with a faint light.
"Sir, it will take some more time. The reaction inside the red dwarf is not intense enough."
"Tsk... what a losing proposition," Cleaner9527 said somewhat dejectedly.
The subordinate's voice rang out again: "Sir, how about I help you choose a star with a larger mass?"
As soon as he finished speaking, another light screen appeared in front of Cleaner 9527.
"Hmm? A level three civilization?" He stretched out his tentacle idly and slid it across the light screen. "The civilization has good potential. I estimate that it can enter the level four civilization in another 50,000 years of development."
"Sir, should we take action against it?" the subordinate whispered. "It's in the Perseus Arm, far from us, and we haven't detected any signs of Pastoral Faction activity there yet."
Cleaner9527 swiped away the light screen in front of him with annoyance: "No signs of pastoral activities? Then why should I bother?"
"If that damned pastoral two-dimensional creature hadn't hidden in the Orion Arm, I wouldn't have bothered with those lowly insects!"
"Keep a close eye on the Orion Arm. Report to me immediately if you spot any trace of that two-dimensional creature!"
"Having been hit in the core by our dimensional weapon, it won't last long!"
...
The year is 2100 in the Earth calendar.
Proxima Centauri.
Inside a giant, disc-shaped building.
In a room on the top floor of the building, Levi stood silently by the window, looking down at the view outside.
As the leader of the rebel army, after the uprising succeeded, he sat in the seat he had always dreamed of and became the leader of the Proxima Centauri people.
Of course, this group of Proxima Centauri people does not include the Proxima Centauri royal family, Rex, and the scientist Lyle.
But for Levi, this kind of life is already more than enough.
Outside the window, countless Marusians and ordinary Proxima Centauri were busy on the production line.
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