The reason he talked so much.
There was actually no hope that the other party could help.
The main reason was to pour out his heart.
These matters had been weighing on his mind for so long, until the civilization was nearing extinction, and he didn’t know how much longer he could live, that he finally let it all out in one go, almost as a form of release.
He just prepared to say sothing else.
But the figure of the Mysterious Passenger in front of him had already gradually vanished.
His Adam’s apple moved slightly, and although it was sowhat unbelievable, he still took out a tablet from his pocket and connected to "Sky Net," which was the most expensive communication network of the Nami Civilization. Although it was extrely costly, the corresponding transmission speed was also extrely fast.
Finally.
One hour later.
He saw the videos posted by everyone. The people in the footage were no longer looking up at the sky, and everything returned to normal. However, it seed like their cognition had been altered, as even if they saw the unusual videos from before, no one paid attention to this point, nor did anyone comnt on it.
He tried to use the comnts to remind everyone to notice this peculiarity.
But no one paid attention to him; so even called him crazy, saying a normal person wouldn’t act like that.
Yet he didn’t care.
Instead, he suddenly started laughing, with tears in his eyes as he laughed.
The "Nami Civilization" was saved.
Everything had returned to normal.
"Father..."
At this mont—
A Little Fatty who appeared out of nowhere softly said, "Has the world returned to normal? Doesn’t that make us heroes who saved the world?"
"Absolutely!"
The middle-aged man nodded heavily, bursting into laughter with reddened eyes: "Of course, how could we not be?"
"But... no one knows we’re heroes, not even that a disaster happened."
"That doesn’t matter; this ti, it’s all thanks to the friend you made. If it weren’t for this friend of yours solving our civilization’s crisis through so ans, who knows what could have happened."
"Although I don’t know how he did it."
"He didn’t even co to the Nami Civilization."
"He solved it from afar, like... the thods of an Advanced Civilization. Could it be your friend is a leader of an Advanced Civilization?"
"I don’t know..."
"It’s alright."
The middle-aged man took a deep breath and put an arm around Little Fatty’s shoulder: "Co on, let’s go find your mom and celebrate the rebirth of our civilization! You did great this ti; you’ve saved the Nami Civilization, you are a hero of the Nami Civilization."
"Okay."
Little Fatty couldn’t help but scratch his head and laugh. He had co so far to mine, hoping to earn his father’s approval with his own hands, but unexpectedly, although this path failed, the friend he made achieved a big success.
In the sunset.
The two of them, with smiles on their faces, walked towards a wooden cabin in the distance, their voices growing fainter in the wind.
"By the way, Dad, what is the daily fee for the private security company you hired for ?"
"A hundred billion."
"How much??? The profit from mining the entire mine is only a hundred billion!"
"Oh, didn’t I tell you before? I’m very rich."
"Are you really that rich? I thought you were only moderately wealthy?"
"Very wealthy."
"So you’re wealthier than those rich second-generation kids’ fathers I t last ti?"
"Those rich second-generation kids you t last ti are just the children of the lowest-tier suppliers for my company; I’m many levels higher than their fathers."
"..."
"Why aren’t you speaking?"
"Nothing, just processing."
...
In the universe.
The transmission of information requires a certain amount of ti.
A full six months passed.
Within the Kasha Civilization Federation, the extinction of the Insect Race Civilization was finally fully understood, and so resourceful individuals had obtained footage of the great battle, which spread through various channels.
The events that happened six months ago.
Only today were they truly known by the public.
Countless people were silent.
Especially those...
Who had once sent out cosmic broadcasts saying they wanted to join the Insect Race Civilization, beco citizens of the Insect Race Civilization in the future, and never align with the Human Civilization. At this ti, nearly all these civilizations experienced bizarre coups.
After the new leaders of all these civilizations took power, the first thing they did was to overturn the orders of the forr leaders and send out cosmic broadcasts again, claiming they would be the most loyal citizens of the Human Civilization, to recognize their roots and return to Human Civilization as their ho.
There was no choice.
Cosmic broadcasts leave an everlasting trace in civilizations.
They are difficult to erase and impossible to deny.
At this point, the only solution was to change leaders and shift all the bla onto the previous civilization leaders.
Many civilizations were observing the outcos of these civilizations.
So speculated they would be accepted favorably by the Insect Race Civilization.
So speculated they might be directly exterminated by the Insect Race Civilization.
No one expected the final result would be like this.
"Sigh..."
In a tavern.
A man sat alone at the bar, looking at a viral video on the internet on his tablet.
In the video, a train threw out several giant gaseous planets.
Then.
A huge gravitational field was artificially created, using a multi-launch chanism to align a massive swarm of Insect Race monsters in a straight line, followed by a single obliterating shot.
With a utilization rate of 100%, it was a perfect shot.
With just this one shot.
The Insect Race Civilization perished.
What manner of technique is this, this power far surpasses the Kasha Civilization by a large margin, by a significant margin.
"Tsk."
The man suddenly laughed, shaking his head and softly saying, "Such an obscure corner, yet such a civilization could erge."
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