21: People always tend to have wild, random thoughts when they're full.

"No, are humans living this miserably?"

Ten minutes later, Xi Hai, who had completed his immersive learning, suddenly sat up as if recovering from a deathbed illness.

He had thought that even if humans weren't living well,

they wouldn't be doing too badly, right?

The result was—

Cultural gaps, lost technology, and even their homeworld was gone. Polarization, severe antagonism, and social problems emerged endlessly.

It was divided into pieces,

and the only thing that could bring all humans to the table was a loose negotiating organization similar to the United Nations in his previous life:

the Order Alliance.

The current human civilization,

to say it was plagued by internal and external troubles was an understatement.

The only healthy thing was their mental state:

The ideology of "Human Supremacy" still dominated society.

But it was useless, after all, there was no psionic power here.

You couldn't just shout a few heresies and truly become a Yellow Skin Demon's Angel of Death.

If it weren't for the ancestors of previous eras leaving behind a pile of powerful legacies,

the grass on humanity's graves would probably be... well, there probably wouldn't even be graves anymore.

After recovering from the dizziness caused by the immersive learning,

Xi Hai stood up, rubbed his nose, and then scratched his hair.

He thought, what was night lamp doing when it first woke up and saw the FG300?

He was still thinking about conquering the sea of stars!

It was a bit laughable... "Target has arrived."

The alert ringing in the bridge interrupted him.

Xi Hai was startled.

He stood up, and outside the bridge window was a huge base.

"Home..."

"It doesn't seem like home, does it?"

He seemed to be asking, speaking softly, then looked around.

The clones around him were silent, not speaking.

Xi Hai suddenly felt cold sweat trickling down.

What uncanny valley effect?

A true man cannot be defeated by overthinking!

However, looking at the eerie surroundings, he couldn't help but overthink.

He didn't know why, but he always felt something was off.

It was indescribable, yet it was like something,

stuck in his mind, making it unable to turn properly.

He tried to call night lamp, hoping to distract himself by chatting.

"night lamp, tell me,"

"This person, so miserable,"

"Humans live so miserably,"

"What does this have to do with my three-thousand-yuan monthly salary?"

"Does it matter?"

"Perhaps I've already moved beyond the three-thousand-yuan monthly salary level."

"But,"

"Ah, wait for me to scratch my head."

night lamp did not answer.

It was feeling strange.

It seemed to have deliberately emphasized the dire situation of humanity.

As if, it felt like it was biased towards this species.

Even though it was just an AI.

It didn't know what was wrong with its program.

But the feeling at that time seemed even more authoritative than the underlying code.

Not knowing the source of the problem, it could only remain silent.

Seeing that night lamp wasn't speaking, Xi Hai didn't mind, just continued to ramble on about this and that.

"What kind of person must I be?"

Before he transmigrated, he was just a nobody in society.

"I accomplished nothing in my previous life."

Besides his parents, no one cared, no one paid attention.

Company, rented room, a two-point-one-line life. His usual hobbies were playing games, having late-night snacks, and occasionally being a captain.

"As soon as I arrived, I picked up trash for three months."

"A guy like me,"

"Are you kidding me?"

"I'm uneasy for the sake of human civilization?"

His social life in his previous life was nothing more than online friends in games.

This life?

On a whim, he recruited Xu Chang and Xu Ling, and then accepted White Shark, who had changed jobs, for a mission.

And then?

Who was he close to?

What the hell, this life seems even worse than the last?

Then why should he worry about the species "humanity"?

He wanted to affirm himself,

but he couldn't find any evidence.

"Loneliness" seemed to be enveloping him.

But, people must have something to look forward to in life, right?

Where was his anchor point of existence?

And where was his goal?

He didn't know; he clearly couldn't figure it out.

He was just a mortal,

a mortal who had just escaped from dire straits.

He didn't know why, but he suddenly thought of his father from his previous life.

"Dad, I miss you."

He blurted it out.

Suddenly sober, where were the familiar surroundings?

Only cold vacuum.

But he seemed unwilling to break free from the fantasy, his thoughts constantly jumping.

From childhood to adulthood, then back to adolescence.

He thought of Li Bai's "Heaven created my talent, it must be useful."

Then he inexplicably thought of Gu Yanwu's "The rise and fall of the world, everyone is responsible."

He thought of his father's words, "Living, you always need something to look forward to."

Finally, he jumped to 'The Three-Body Problem' which he read in his youth.

Wade had said,

"Advance! Advance! Advance by any means necessary!"

Xi Hai suddenly smiled.

He was awakened.

When people are full, they really do overthink.

Before, when he was picking up trash for those three months, he didn't dare to think so much.

Hahaha, he almost fell into a trap.

What about humanity?

Such a grand narrative, for now, has nothing to do with him.

Him?

First, he needed to live well.

Oh, not just that.

The task given by night lamp, although he didn't know its meaning,

could also be pursued as a goal.

Right.

It was mentioned in the immersive learning just now:

Only enterprises recognized by the Order Alliance could enjoy limited free navigation rights between star systems through void channels.

Otherwise?

They would be directly treated as unknown invading forces, and there would be no responsibility for striking them down.

So, he had to register first.

Breaking free from a pile of bad thoughts, Xi Hai rubbed his head.

Let's just say... ----

"Wait, a little less?"

"No need, 100ML is powerful enough, and the destructive effect is controllable."

"Then I'll listen to you."

Salman and Samir were supervising the extraction of void energy.

At the gate of that large tank, several people in full isolation suits extracted a tube of liquid emitting a faint blue light—

Beauty often meant lethality; if this 100ML of void energy underwent a fission reaction, it could easily evaporate a large continent on a planet.

"Alright, alright,"

"Send it directly for bomb manufacturing—"

"Report!"

Just as the extraction was completed, Salman's headset suddenly rang, followed by a slightly excited voice.

"We've captured a small shuttle,"

"The people on board, after comparison,"

"Are the Governor of our target planet tomorrow,"

"An assistant and secretary,"

"It's him!"

Samir, of course, also heard the news.

He looked at the confusion on Salman's face.

So he turned to Salman and said,

"See, the universe not only refreshes wild void energy,"

"It can also refresh wild Governor's assistants."

Salman silently moved his lips.

"Six."

In the interrogation room at this moment, looking at the interrogator opposite him who seemed about to perform a 'Great Memory Restoration Technique' on him,

Kirk felt his life was over.

The white-robed fanatic, it was ruined, it couldn't be more obvious.

These are the madmen of the Saints!

He silently apologized to Governor Alexei in his heart, and then—

Sorry, Governor! Better a dead fellow Daoist than a dead poor Daoist!

Your loyal service, I can no longer enjoy.

Then, it can only be the Peaches of Immortality!

In just over ten minutes, Kirk sold out his old superior completely.