280: Chapter 282 Putting Sunglasses on the Sun (Dyson Sphere) to Avoid Getting Too Sunburned

The luan niao starship hovered in orbit ten million kilometers from the Sun.

The heat waves there were enough to melt the hardest tungsten steel into molten iron in an instant. But for the luan niao starship's energy shield, which had undergone multiple dimensional corrections, this was merely a light drizzle.

Jiang Chen held a cup of specially made heat-resistant iced coffee, standing at the very front of the bridge. Through the viewing window made entirely of spatial curvature crystals, he stared coldly at the blazing star ahead that was frantically spewing flames.

The light was too bright.

It was so bright that it made one unable to open their eyes, so bright that the order of the entire Solar System seemed a bit dazzling.

"Old Chen, look at this sun."

Jiang Chen threw the coffee cup in his hand onto the table, his voice carrying an indescribable sense of disdain. "It's been hundreds of millions of years, and it's still spewing blindly day and night. Look at this light intensity; it's simply unrestrained."

Academician Chen Shuyin stood behind him, busy adjusting the warship's heat dissipation matrix.

Hearing this, she almost couldn't resist throwing the data pad in her hand at Jiang Chen's face. "That's a star! It's the Sun! It's the energy heart of the entire Solar System! You're actually complaining that it's spewing too hard?"

"It's not that I'm complaining it's too hard, it's that it's too sunny."

Jiang Chen rubbed the corner of his eye, revealing a look of genuine distress. "Look at this Mars Base, it was perfectly fine. But with the sun shining like this in the middle of the day, those researchers have all become roasted sweet potatoes. Who can stand this?"

"I'm a person who is quite protective of my own."

Jiang Chen turned around and waved at the group of Wasteland coolie engineers waiting for instructions. "Since the Sun doesn't know how to restrain itself, then we'll help it restrain itself."

"Prepare."

His voice was calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter:

"Put some sunglasses on the Sun."

"What?!" Academician Chen Shuyin thought she had misheard. "Put... sunglasses on the Sun? Are you crazy?!"

This was a star!

Although the concept of a Dyson Sphere had appeared countless times in human civilization's imagination, that was purely stuff from science fiction novels—an epic project that required dismantling the matter of an entire planet to wrap around the Sun!

"Making a fuss over nothing."

Jiang Chen shook his head and directly pulled up the [Micro Gravity Field Generator Array] dismantled from The Sweepers' mothership on the console.

"No need to wrap the whole Sun."

"We just need to use these generators to circle the Sun's equatorial orbit and create a 'gravitational lens'."

"It can filter out excess ultraviolet rays, intercept some high-temperature radiation, and by the way, convert this energy into electricity for us to use."

He looked at the group of alien engineers who had already mastered interstellar construction techniques, his eyes excited:

"Isn't this just a simple version of... sunglasses?"

"As long as we put these sunglasses on, the temperature on Mars can drop by at least twenty degrees. At that time, what sweet potatoes, what strawberries—wouldn't they be easy to grow?"

The entire command room fell into silence.

Everyone looked at Jiang Chen, their eyes revealing a complex emotion of "this guy is seriously ill, but it seems like it might actually work."

"What are you still standing there for?"

Jiang Chen glared at Zhao Gang. "Get to work!"

The subsequent scene was simply like a scene from a science fiction movie.

Thousands of automated construction robots controlled by alien laborers shuttled back and forth between the Moon and Mars. They didn't use bricks, but rather the kind of gravitational fields capable of warping space, weaving a dense net made of carbon nanotubes and energy-refracting crystals around the periphery of the Sun, bit by bit.

That net, in the live broadcast, looked like a faint veil draped over the Sun's face.

With Jiang Chen's final command issued.

That layer of "sunglasses" was completely formed.

At that moment, the netizens on Earth watching the live broadcast emitted gasps that could shatter the heavens.

"Holy crap? Look at the Sun!"

"What's going on? It... it got dark?"

"It's not dark! It's the Sun's brightness... it decreased! It got dimmer!"

"Damn! Did God Jiang really put sunglasses on the Sun?"

The data in the live broadcast room instantly froze.

Not just domestically, but observatories around the world screamed at this moment. All observation equipment was frantically sounding alarms because they discovered that the star, which originally radiated intensely, had its brightness artificially and precisely reduced by 20%.

This was not just "shading."

This was artificially modifying the star's output power!

"Madman..."

A famous astronomer from the Eagle faction slumped in the observation chair at the observatory, looking at the Sun that had become soft and even presented a dreamy orange color in the telescope, tears streaming down his face. "He didn't just occupy the Moon; he also... he also turned the Sun to energy-saving mode?"

"How can we observe now? How are we supposed to calculate planetary orbital data?!"

Jiang Chen looked at the series of communication requests erroring out due to the "change in stellar brightness," a victorious smile appearing on the corners of his mouth.

He turned off the screen and turned to look at Academician Chen Shuyin, who was still in shock.

"Look, isn't it much cooler now?"

Jiang Chen shrugged, looking nonchalant, as if he had just casually dimmed a light bulb. "The current temperature is just right for us to grow sweet potatoes on Mars."

"By the way, I want to ask..."

He rubbed his chin, his eyes flashing with those ill-intentioned sparks that could make the entire universe collapse:

"Can we add a projection function to these 'sunglasses'?"

"We can project an ad for 'Chenxing Technology, Free Shipping to Your Door' on the Sun later."

"With this global coverage, wouldn't it break through the heavens?"

Academician Chen Shuyin took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, which were numb from the shock, and finally could only give Jiang Chen a trembling thumbs-up.

What else could she say?

Facing a man who could put sunglasses on the Sun and wanted to advertise on it, any scientific logic seemed so pale at this moment.

"You are a madman."

She murmured, but did not refute. Instead, she reached out and skillfully entered a string of code to adjust the light wave frequency into Jiang Chen's console data stream. "However... if this ad is projected well, it could indeed cover the entire Milky Way Galaxy."

"That's not necessary."

Jiang Chen crushed the empty soda can in his hand, threw it into the trash can, and it made a crisp sound.

"We are serious business people; we aren't that arrogant."

"We'll talk about the ad later."

"Now..."

He turned around abruptly, looking at the red dot on the radar.

The remnants of The Sweepers, which had been trying to jump away but were left behind due to energy fluctuations, were sending out desperate communication requests.

It wanted to run.

But in the Solar System wearing "sunglasses."

Under this "combo" of Jiang Chen's.

Where else could it escape to?

"Pass the order down."

Jiang Chen's voice was cold, without a hint of hesitation:

"Since they like peeking so much."

"Then forcibly lock onto the command cabin of that so-called 'God-level mothership' for me."

"Don't they want to watch?"

"I'll let them watch enough!"

"Send it a gift."

"A piece of... 'Earth local specialty' that I prepared personally."

As the words fell, a light that could pierce the heavens shot out from behind the sunglasses-wearing Sun, cutting through the starry sky and instantly sending that red signal source...

Along with all its despair and arrogance, into the abyss.

This was Jiang Chen's infrastructure building.

Not just building houses, not just farming.

It was—

Cleaning up.

As long as he wanted.

Even the laws of this starry sky had to be written according to his will.

That night, the starlight of the Milky Way Galaxy seemed to extinguish along with it.

Because there was nothing left that dared to easily show its head under Jiang Chen's "Sun."

On the other end of the communicator, Jiang Wanqiu sent the final message, not a command for slaughter, but a whisper carrying a yandere-like satisfaction:

"Father God, you are so good."

"No matter where we go, there is light."

"Even if it is hell... as long as you are there, that is Wanqiu's heaven."

Jiang Chen closed the screen, burying that heavy sense of accomplishment in his heart.

His gaze had long been cast toward a place further than the stars.

Next stop, Centaurus.

There, even greater fun awaited him.

Jiang Chen leaned back on the captain's chair, watching the vast sea of stars outside, and let out a whisper that was barely audible:

"This universe is truly not bad."

"It's just these unruly people who still need more training."

With this sentence falling.

The man who changed the pattern of the entire Milky Way Galaxy embarked on his journey once again.

This departure would be eternal.

This departure would be the twilight of the gods.