"What does this mean?!"
Fang Xu's eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty: "Could it be that the Cleaner discovered his existence?"
Lu Yongchang looked gloomy and slowly shook his head, saying, "It shouldn't be."
"If there is truly a formidable enemy at hand, they shouldn't have the time or inclination to send us messages."
"perhaps……"
His eyes flickered slightly, and an incredible thought suddenly arose in his mind.
"Have you figured out the reason?" Fang Xu noticed Lü Yongchang's unusual expression immediately.
"No, it's not certain yet." After hearing Fang Xu's question, Lü Yongchang pondered for a moment and slowly said, "I suspect that the other party is already on his deathbed."
"Don't forget, he mentioned his injury during our previous conversations."
As he spoke, Lü Yongchang quickly typed out a message.
[Dear [Painting], what happened?]
Unlike last time, this time the information was transmitted via long-range communication devices to a communications satellite orbiting Ross 154.
Two years ago, the Academy of Sciences specially built this single-function communications satellite and launched it into orbit around Ross 154.
The satellite's functions are very simple.
Sending, receiving, and converting signals.
It can convert signals from long-range communications of the human fleet into electromagnetic wave signals and then send them to Ross 154 in front of it.
vice versa.
Although its functions are simple, it contains extremely high levels of technology.
Ross 154 is a young star with an extremely high burst frequency and is also a huge X-ray source.
Therefore, sending and receiving radio signals became an extremely difficult task.
To ensure successful signal transmission and reception, this communication satellite was developed under the personal leadership of Cao Liangcai.
As for why so much effort was put into creating this satellite...
The communication latency is too high.
Although there are only 5.8 million kilometers between Ross 154 and Ross 2, it would take 38.6 seconds for a round trip in electromagnetic communication!
Such a huge communication delay is obviously unacceptable.
...
[Illustration] This communications satellite, located "nearby," has been discovered.
The next second, his response was sent directly to the tiny satellite.
The Cleaners' four-dimensional weaponry caused significant damage to my core.
For hundreds of years, I have been trying to repair the core.
But it was to no avail.
Lü Yongchang's breathing suddenly became rapid.
Not only him, but Zhao Zijie on the Earth also began to breathe rapidly.
It wasn't fear, but... greed!
A level seven two-dimensional creature on the verge of death...
The temptation is absolutely enormous!
If only I could obtain a part of his body...
Perhaps, human civilization can use this to glimpse the mysteries of dimensions!
Lu Yongchang took a deep breath, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, and carefully edited a line of information.
How can we help you?
It may seem humble, but there's nothing we can do about it.
After all, the other party is not "completely dead" yet.
He didn't want to provoke a "dying man"!
The response from [the painting] quickly appeared before everyone.
[Hey kids, could you help me pass a message to the country folks?]
In return, I can tell you the path to a Level 3 civilization.
Lü Yongchang's expression immediately turned strange.
It's a scam.
This was the first thought that flashed through his mind.
"Something's not right," Fang Xu frowned and muttered to himself, "A level seven civilization needs us to relay information?"
"That doesn't make sense, does it?"
Perhaps sensing the hesitation of human civilization, [Hua] sent several more messages.
You may be questioning my motives, but please believe me, I have no ill intentions.
Currently, the Galactic Cleaners are searching for my whereabouts with all their might. Any movement I make will bring disaster upon them.
Lu Yongchang frowned even more deeply.
“That’s contradictory.” He stood up from his chair, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back. “Since he’s already on his deathbed, why is he still afraid of this so-called Cleaner Civilization?”
Fang Xu didn't speak, but just stared at the holographic projection directly in front of him.
Another line of text appeared before everyone.
My death is a small matter; the failure to transmit the message is a big deal!
Therefore, I ask you to do me a small favor.
Upon seeing this, Lü Yongchang's eyebrows shot up sharply.
"interesting."
"That's a pretty plausible reason."
“But…” Lü Yongchang smiled and shook his head, “did he overestimate our abilities?”
As he spoke, he swiped his finger and typed a message.
[Dear [Painting], we are merely a small, level-two civilization and may not have the capacity to assist you.]
...
Ross 154 inside.
The thin, gray "canvas" trembled violently.
It seems there is some dissatisfaction with the response from human civilization.
But soon, the "canvas" calmed down and sent another message to the satellite next to it.
...
[You don't need to have great abilities!]
Upon my death, I will seal away a portion of the core material.
[The Cleaners cannot detect its existence, but for idyllic dimensional beings, it is an extremely conspicuous beacon. You don't need to look for them; if they reach the Milky Way, they will come looking for you!]
To show my sincerity, I can first tell you how to advance to level three civilization.
Protective shield technology is a hallmark technology of a Type III civilization.
As for how to overcome this technological hurdle, I will tell you once you agree...
Make a decision quickly, my time is running out.
...
As he watched the text constantly scrolling across the screen, Lü Yongchang's breath hitched.
Judging from the cursor in the tech tree system, the other party did indeed tell the truth!
The key technology for breaking through to the third level of civilization does indeed lie in the protective shield technology.
but……
He didn't think the tech tree system couldn't help him solve this problem.
Perhaps because human civilization has not responded for a long time, [the drawing] is sending messages more and more frequently.
Human civilization, what are you worried about?!
Believe me, I meant no harm!
[Grand Unification Theory! Antimatter Technology! Whatever you want, the idyllic lifestyle can provide it!]
I can't hold on much longer, please respond immediately!
"Professor, there is an anomaly on the surface of Ross 154."
As the sound of "Zero" rang out, a holographic image unfolded before everyone.
On the dark red surface of Ross 154, another gray "painting" appeared.
Unlike last time, this time the surface of the "scroll" is no longer smooth, and its edges have a textured, wrinkled appearance.
It's like... a perfectly smooth painting has been crumpled up.
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