248: Chapter 249 Two-Dimensional Foil Strike? I'll iron it flat for you.

At the edge of the Solar System, in the dark void.

A deep shadow, one that seemed to completely distort light, was pressing toward the luan niao starship like a living creature.

It was a piece of paper.

A sheet as thin as a cicada's wing, yet containing the power to collapse three-dimensional space—a Two-Dimensional Foil.

In the logic of The Sweepers civilization, this was a perfect elimination operation. There was no need for complex fleet bombardments; with just a gentle toss, the entire Solar System would fall into the two-dimensional world like a crushed picture book and vanish forever.

"Heh, interesting."

Jiang Chen sat in the command chair on the bridge, watching the rapidly expanding shadow through the holographic screen, a faint sneer curling the corners of his mouth.

He was not panicked like the others.

Even the busy scientists in the command cabin did not show the expected despair at this moment, because they all knew that God Jiang had a "cheat" in his hands.

"A Two-Dimensional Foil strike?"

Academician Chen Shuyin pushed up the glasses on the bridge of her nose, still holding an unfinished latte in her hand. "Jiang Chen, this thing is a logical collapse at a higher-dimensional level. Do you have anything in that pile of junk of yours that can contend with this?"

"Contend?"

Jiang Chen shook his head.

He stood up and walked over to the storage cabinet he regarded as the "base's guardian treasure."

It was stuffed full of miscellaneous items scavenged from the Wasteland.

Jiang Chen rummaged through it and pulled out a strange device that looked like an oversized iron, but with crude wires wrapped around its handle.

That thing was called a [Multi-Dimensional Space Smoother].

In the legends of the Wasteland civilization, this thing was used to repair broken spatial rifts on the battlefield; in layman's terms—it was used as an iron for collapsed dimensions.

"I spent a fortune to get this from Jiang Wanqiu's private treasury; I originally intended to use it to iron out that wrinkled tactical dress uniform."

Jiang Chen held the iron lump in his hand and weighed it, his tone nonchalant. "Perfect, let's take this opportunity today to test how compatible it is with the 'two-dimensional' realm."

At this moment, the Two-Dimensional Foil had completely unfolded.

Space began to distort.

The surrounding starlight began to flatten, as if it had been forcibly squashed by someone's hand. The heart-stopping roar of spatial collapse even penetrated the energy shields and reached the command room, making everyone's eardrums ache.

"Boss! We're running out of room!"

Zhao Gang gripped the armrests tightly and roared, "In five more seconds, our entire fleet will be pressed into the two-dimensional world and turned into a painting!"

"What are you panicking about?"

Jiang Chen pursed his lips and slowly pressed a green switch.

"Zzz—"

A pale golden, warm ripple rippled out from the device in Jiang Chen's hand.

It had no spectacular explosion effects, nor any world-destroying lightning.

It just gently and tenderly swept across the space that was collapsing crazily.

Just like a diligent housewife ironing a wrinkled shirt.

"Pfft..."

That Two-Dimensional Foil, which represented the dimensionality-reduction strike power of a higher civilization, actually emitted a "sizzling" sound similar to bubbles the moment it touched the golden ripple.

That deadly collapse line was ironed by the "iron" in Jiang Chen's hand and instantly became smooth.

Not only that.

Those crazily extending lines, under the caress of the golden light, acted like aggrieved children, obediently shrinking back into that small thin sheet, and were finally forcibly "ironed" back into a square shape by Jiang Chen.

"Is that it?"

Jiang Chen looked at the now unremarkable metal sheet and pursed his lips. "This stability-maintenance power is no different from the electric iron at my dry cleaner's."

In the command room, everyone's jaws dropped to the floor.

Academician Chen Shuyin stared fixedly at the energy readings on the screen; the coordinates that had been scrambling wildly were now all displaying—[Normal].

"Ironed... ironed it flat?"

She felt her brain had completely crashed, losing even the ability to think. "That kind of dimensional collapse capable of flattening a planet was... ironed back by you using an electric iron?"

"What kind of physics is this? What kind of space folding theory is this?!"

Jiang Chen completely ignored her academic breakdown.

He tossed the slightly warm device to Ikaros, who was standing nearby, and washed his hands with a look of disgust.

"Useless thing, the temperature control is too terrible; it burned my hand."

He walked to the porthole, watching the cosmic space outside that had returned to its original state, a trace of bored laziness in his eyes:

"I thought it was going to be a big deal."

"Turns out they just slapped a piece of paper in my face, and I ironed it flat?"

"These aliens are really becoming less and less appetizing."

He turned his head and waved at the group of technicians who were still questioning their existence:

"Stop standing there like idiots."

"Since The Sweepers love giving gifts so much, we can't just take them for free."

"That... is the metal sheet that the 'Two-Dimensional Foil' turned into after I ironed it flat still there?"

Academician Chen Shuyin woodenly pointed to the laboratory bench.

Lying on it was an extremely smooth, dark metal sheet that was only the size of a palm, yet weighed several tons.

"Very good."

Jiang Chen picked up the thin sheet and weighed it in his hand.

This was the product of a compressed Two-Dimensional Foil; its hardness could be considered the greatest in the universe, capable of cutting even gods.

Jiang Chen revealed that typical unscrupulous merchant smile that would make the whole world panic:

"It just so happens that we're doing infrastructure construction on Mars recently, and we need a shovel for clearing the ground."

"This thing should be pretty durable, right?"

"Oh, right, Old Zhang, make a note of this."

Jiang Chen handed the metal sheet to Zhao Gang. "Weld a handle onto this thing later and send it to the Mars construction site. From now on, if anyone dares to slack off there, use this 'Two-Dimensional Foil shovel' to smack them."

Zhao Gang tremblingly took the weapon that made all civilizations in the Milky Way Galaxy tremble with fear, feeling like he had lived his life in vain.

Using a butcher's knife to slaughter a chicken?

No, this is using a Two-Dimensional Foil as a shovel!

If these alien hunters knew that their ultimate strike method ended up as a gardening tool on Mars, who knows if they would be so angry they'd crawl out of the wormhole to commit suicide.

"Boss, then these Sweepers..."

Zhao Gang asked cautiously.

"Them?"

Jiang Chen walked to the control console, watching the scout mothership that had been completely scared away and didn't even dare to make a peep, and shrugged:

"If they still have the guts to come back, I'll just buy a few more irons."

"I don't believe it."

"Is there anything in this universe that an 'electric iron' can't iron flat?"

After saying this, Jiang Chen strode toward the throne on the bridge, his tone filled with a sense of absolute dominance:

"All ships, depart!"

"Since these people love giving gifts so much, let's be proactive and go personally wipe out these 'gift-givers' once and for all!"

His eyes were like lightning, cutting through the vast expanse.

"After all..."

"In business, what matters most is—reciprocity."

"They gave us a 'painting,' so let's return the favor with some fireworks."