However, very soon.
The leader of the Good Cat Civilization shook off this ridiculous thought, perhaps seven years ago Human Civilization might have accepted his surrender, but now it’s certainly impossible, it was just a fleeting thought.
He now had only one thing to do.
To fortify the Good Cat Civilization into an ironclad fortress to strictly resist the offensive of Human Civilization.
Hold on tight.
Perhaps there might be a sliver of hope.
...
Chen Mang did not rush to attack but instead looked at the large screen inside the train cabin, which displayed the dreamscape of a cyber miner inside the train, with Little Fatty standing on the screen.
Less than a day had passed inside the train.
Outside, seven years had elapsed.
In his eyes, he and Little Fatty had just recently talked.
But in Little Fatty’s eyes, they had lost contact for seven years.
...
"You finally arrived."
Little Fatty stood alone on a mining star at the Southern Border of the Nami Civilization, looking toward the Mysterious Passenger. At this ti, Little Fatty appeared much more mature than before, his whole deanor seed steadier, and the childish aura around him had diminished significantly.
Clearly, over these seven years, Little Fatty had grown a lot.
Little Fatty gazed at the Mysterious Passenger, his expression sowhat dazed: "You must have been very busy all these years, I originally thought you wouldn’t appear again, a lot has happened in these seven years, about family, and within civilization."
"I’m thinking about where to start."
Perhaps due to not having t for years, Little Fatty had a strong urge to pour out his thoughts.
"First, there’s my father."
"He suddenly changed a lot, no longer putting work first, and started to focus on family, reportedly earning much less than before, but that’s just compared to before, now I know his actual inco."
"I never thought."
"He would be the richest person in ’Nami Civilization,’ much wealthier than the publicly acknowledged richest person..."
"He really is quite wealthy."
"And he has officially started grooming as his successor. I used to resist this path, wanting to carve out my own world with my own hands, but now I’ve understood it. Choosing not to take a shortcut and insisting on forging my own way, how is that not foolish?"
"Besides, there’s one more thing."
"Seven years ago, an unknown ’Celestial Palace’ appeared within ’Nami Civilization.’ Over the years, Nami Civilization has been researching this Celestial Palace, and not long ago, they finally made new progress. In the depths of the Celestial Palace, they discovered a hidden underground chamber, with a mysterious safe inside."
"Only..."
"The safe is sowhat peculiar, the governnt is unable to open it by any ans. Although it’s terd a safe, there’s actually no lock or password panel; it’s just a solid chunk of iron, extrely heavy."
"It’s reported that the governnt even resorted to using heavy firepower to attempt to break it open, but the safe remained perfectly intact, without a hint of damage."
"Other than that, nothing much has happened."
Little Fatty muttered to himself as he stood alone, while Chen Mang quietly listened, occasionally responding.
...
The conversation ended.
Chen Mang sat in the train cabin, gazing at the Doppler radar image on the control screen, ’Nami Civilization’ lay on the other side of the ’Cosmic Void,’ this was his next target. Soon, he would traverse the void to retrieve his Celestial Palace from Nami Civilization.
For now, he hadn’t figured out how to get there...
The simplest way is to create a wormhole.
Creating a wormhole spanning 1 million light-years would require approximately 150 trillion units of iron ore.
If the ’Cosmic Void’ was 10 million light-years in diater, it would require 1.5 quadrillion units of iron ore.
Although extrely costly.
It is not entirely unacceptable.
The only problem is not knowing the exact diater of the ’Cosmic Void.’ If it were nearly a hundred million light-years, or even several hundred million light-years, the required resources would be far beyond what he could bear.
At that point, he would be caught in a dilemma.
Retreat.
The resources invested upfront would be completely wasted.
Advance.
The path ahead is still unknown how far it stretches.
As for now—
After sorting out other matters within the train, Chen Mang didn’t linger and imdiately prepared to head back to ’Good Cat Civilization,’ the wormhole he first created had already been destroyed.
The refrigerator he threw out had also long been destroyed by the wormhole.
A new wormhole needed to be created.
Consuming another 110 trillion units of iron ore, he constructed a one-way, one-ti wormhole directly to ’Good Cat Civilization,’ without any disguise or delay.
As if returning to his backyard.
When the Constant Star Train slowly erged from the serpent-like wormhole, appearing in a foreign part of the universe, the train had once again arrived at the Good Cat Civilization.
This ti!
What greeted them were no longer flowers, no longer the Civilization Broadcasting of surrender.
At the mont of their appearance.
A number of nearby planets lit up almost simultaneously like light bulbs, several originally blue planets suddenly shone as bright as day, signifying that planetary defense weapons had been activated.
Subsequently—
What unfolded before Chen Mang was an astonishing scene.
The Good Cat Civilization welcod his arrival with an extrely splendid display of fireworks.
Countless energy light cannons were emitted from the planetary defense weapons, shooting towards the Constant Star Train from all angles!
This was followed by the ergence of ten or more wormholes popping up like mushrooms after rain in the nearby space.
A massive army of trains erged from the wormholes, with radar locking onto the Constant Star Train, there were no warning statents, no provocative words, just opening fire upon sight.
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