Chapter 121: The Three-Body Civilization has undergone destruction and rebirth 197 times

Above the heavenly canopy,

Subtitles appeared.

In the vast universe, the vast majority of civilizations are born within orderly star systems, enjoying the tranquility of sunrise and moonrise.

However, the home star of the Three-Body Civilization lies in a chaotic star system formed by three stars of similar mass.

The image on the screen then zoomed out.

In the dark depths of space,

Three enormous stars were wildly entangled in an extremely twisted, completely unpredictable orbit.

Their gravity pulled at each other, tearing their orbits to shreds.

The three everlasting suns constitute an unsolvable deadlock in the Three-Body Star System.

Due to the unpredictability of the Three-Body motion, the planets of the Three-Body Star System are constantly on the brink of destruction.

On the surface, a grayish-brown wasteland stretched as far as the eye could see.

Suddenly, at the horizon's end, a blinding white light burst forth.

It was not a sunrise.

But three stars, at the same time, forcefully squeezed into the same sky with an overbearing posture!

When the three suns hang high in the sky, the planet's surface will turn into an endless hellish sea of fire.

The terrifying heat of the three suns stacked together, instantly igniting the atmosphere.

The boundless sea of fire raged like a primordial beast, devouring everything with the force of moving mountains and overturning seas.

Towering mountains melted like candles, and dried ocean basins were baked into boiling magma lakes.

A whirlwind whipped up fire storms tens of thousands of meters high, vaporizing ground structures in just a few seconds!

All the achievements of civilization, before this absolute heavenly might, collapsed like sandcastles, instantly reduced to zero.

Only when the gravity of the three suns reaches a certain extremely rare relative balance does the planet usher in a brief 'Stable Era' for the Trisolarans to reproduce.

But for the vast majority of time, the Trisolarans must face the 'Chaotic Era', rapidly switching between extreme cold and extreme heat.

The image on the heavenly canopy sped up.

One second ago, three suns hung high, and the surface became a magma hell.

The next second, the three suns simultaneously receded, the planet plunged into absolute-zero endless night, and even the air froze into blue snowflakes that fluttered down.

Over the long ages, the Three-Body Civilization thus endured destruction 197 times in fire and extreme cold, and was reborn from the ashes 197 times.

Their only faith is to survive.

The cold subtitles gradually faded, but that devastating scene of destruction repeated 197 times struck like a heavy hammer, fiercely hitting the hearts of all viewers across the myriad heavens.

The semi-transparent panel of the Multiverse Chat Group was instantly flooded with a barrage of comments.

【Darwin's Mutation Universe—Qu (Version Filled by Ultraman King)】: Oh dear, I scared the baby! The uncles' home turned out to be a violent oven! This heat could roast a bug nest into charcoal! Wah-wah-wah, it's too scary~

Stellar Human Federation, flagship of the Fourth Fleet.

Marshal Xide Ni stared intently at the rolling fire sea on the screen, his fingers unconsciously tapping the alloy table, producing a series of crisp sounds.

Even the extreme pure-blood human supremacists felt a shudder of fear at this moment.

【Stellar Human Union—Marshal Xide Ni】: Fortunate that humanity's home star is a perfect single-star system. If Earth were in such a devilish place, humanity wouldn't even survive the single-cellular stage. However, no matter how harsh the aliens' survival, it cannot change their nature as lowly beings.

Cybertron Star, Decepticon Base.

【Cybertron—Megatron】: This violates thermodynamics! The temperature that could instantly vaporize Cybertron alloy—how could carbon-based life possibly survive? This bunch of soft, squishy worms should have gone extinct long ago!

Three-Body World,

Earth,

Inside Luo Ji's estate.

"Is... this the Three-Body Star?"

Luo Ji's voice was dry and tense as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Damn, this is literally the highest difficulty of hell mode!"

Da Shi sat aside, playing with a lighter, his carefree smirk vanishing completely.

"Brother, the alien big boss we've been guarding against, the one that's been driving humans to the brink of death..."

Da Shi took a deep breath,

"Turns out they're a bunch of poor souls who don't even know whether the sun will rise tomorrow."

The two stared at each other, both utterly astonished.

At this moment,

On the street outside PIA Headquarters.

Cheng Xin raised her head, gazing at the devastating scene of destruction repeated 197 times on the heavenly canopy, her eye sockets red.

The passersby around marveled at the alien civilization's resilience, but Cheng Xin's heart welled up with an unstoppable pity.

"Really, they're too pitiful."

Cheng Xin covered her mouth, tears streaming uncontrollably.

Her thoughts sank into an extreme state of self-moved emotion.

"Why should we guard against them?"

"Why establish the Wallfacer Plan?"

"They're just refugees who lost their homeland!"

"They just want to find a place to survive in this cold, cruel universe!"

"Earth is so vast, the oceans so wide—couldn't we carve out a region for these pitiful Trisolarans to live in?"

"If humanity proactively extends a helping hand, accepting them with love and tolerance, these two civilizations will surely coexist peacefully and jointly create a future without war!"

In comparison,

Inside the top-floor office of PIA headquarters.

Thomas Weid stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, coldly looking down at the street below.

He clenched an unlit cigar between his teeth, his narrow eyes like a vulture's, fixed unblinkingly on the sky.

«Idiot. »

Weid snorted coldly.

He felt no sympathy, only deep apprehension.

«How do they preserve civilization in such an extreme environment, where they constantly face the threat of annihilation and their technology could be reset at any moment? »

Weid suddenly turned, slamming his finger onto the table as he growled into the void,

«What's more terrifying is that, amidst repeated destructions, they have developed a technology capable of locking away sophons that fills humanity with despair! »

«According to the normal logic of technological evolution, that's simply impossible! »

«A species that can crawl out of 197 rounds of hellish fire must be the most ruthless, cold-blooded hunters in the universe! »

«Trisolarans are certainly not lambs deserving our sympathy! »

At the same time,

Land of Light.

On the plaza beneath the Plasma Spark Tower, the atmosphere was solemn and oppressive.

Hundreds of thousands of Ultraman warriors gazed silently at the sky, not a word spoken among them.

These peace‑loving giants of light, whose duty is to protect life, were deeply moved in their hearts.

«When the Plasma Spark Tower went dark, the Land of Light fell into absolute freezing, and we barely escaped doom. »

Ultraman Father stood with his hands clasped behind his back, a hint of feeling and pity,

«We have lost our only sun. »

«Yet the Trisolaran civilization struggles to survive in the gap between three raging suns. »

Taro stepped forward, fists clenched:

«How unbelievable! »

«In such an extreme environment, they did not give up; they stubbornly endured 197 cycles of civilizational collapse. »

«This will to survive deserves respect from any civilization. »

Seiji rested his chin on his hand and posed a soul‑searching question.

«So I'm curious: under such extreme conditions, how do the Trisolarans preserve their civilization? »

«And how do they develop their own technology? »

Seiji's words sparked the curiosity of many Ultramen.

At that moment, all the Ultramen in the Land of Light were eager to know.

«How should the Trisolaran civilization face such a harsh environment? »

The debate among the myriad worlds had not yet subsided,

the golden light on the sky gathered once more,

condensing into lines of cold, stark characters.

It gave the Ultramen their answer.

«To cope with such a harsh and changeable natural environment, the Trisolarans abandoned all unnecessary evolution, etching «survival» deep into their genes. »

«They evolved a unique way of life. »

«Survival method one: dehydration hibernation. »

The scene shifted.

A huge sun rapidly approached the planet, and the piercing alarm of the Chaotic Era echoed over the Trisolaran city.

Countless Trisolarans did not panic and flee; instead, with utter calm and mechanical precision, they began to dehydrate in perfect unison.

When the alarm reached its peak, a horrifying scene unfolded.

The Trisolarans collectively opened their bodies, and their internal systems began to spin rapidly.

«Chi—»

Vast amounts of moisture instantly evaporated from their surfaces, turning into white steam.

Their once‑plump bodies withered and shrank at visible speed; bones softened, muscles turned fibrous.

In just a few seconds, a living Trisolaran became a dry, flat sheet as thin as a cicada's wing.

Afterward,

The desiccated Trisolarans were neatly stacked in the massive underground dry‑storage facility.

Like rows of dried kelp.

«When the Chaotic Era arrives, the Trisolarans will actively expel more than 90% of the water in their bodies, entering a death‑like state to endure the harsh environment. When the stable Eternal Era comes, they will revive by soaking. »

Next, the subtitles continued to roll.

«Survival method two: mirror‑like skin. »

The view zoomed in.

A revived Trisolaran stood under the blazing sun.

To resist the intense radiation and extreme heat of three suns blazing overhead, their skin had no hair and instead evolved a mirror‑like structure akin to liquid metal.

Sunlight striking them was instantly reflected 100% away.

Thus the heat radiation they received was reduced to a minimum, tightly shielding their internal organs.

«The pressure of survival completely reshaped the form of Trisolaran civilization. »

«Here, the individual has no meaning. »

【They have no individual privacy, their thoughts are absolutely transparent to the outside, all communication is directly displayed via brainwaves, lies and deception are nonexistent concepts in the Trisolaran world.】

【They suppressed all superfluous emotions, with no literature, no art, no music.】

【Everything exists solely to serve survival.】

【They even lack the human concept of family.】

【The Trisolarans' reproductive method is that two opposite-sex individuals completely fuse bodily, becoming a single undifferentiated organic mass, which then splits into three to five entirely new individuals.】

【New life inherits part of its parents' memories and continues to be invested in the endless struggle for survival.】

【Trisolaran society is a super‑machine that has discarded all weakness, extremely precise and icy cold.】

【Every individual is merely a component of this machine.】

Along with the emotionless broadcast from the firmament, the Myriad Worlds Chat Group exploded again.

This survival method that completely overturns carbon‑based life's cognition,

It made countless civilizations feel physiological discomfort and shock.

【Darwin's Cosmic Incident Universe—Qu (Ultraman King-filled version)】: Oh no! Turned into a dehydrated vegetable roll? This operation is way too hardcore! If you fry that rolled-up shape in oil, biting into it would be super crunchy! Uncles really went all out to stay alive~

【Marvel World—Deadpool】: Good heavens, two people fusing into a lump of flesh then splitting apart? This is absolutely the most stimulating reproduction method I've ever seen! How would I write the action guidance for that?

【One Piece World—Beast Kaido】: Hehehe! A species that can't lie? In battle, they wouldn't even be able to feint! What a ridiculous evolutionary path!

Naruto world, underground laboratory of the Sound Ninja Village.

Orochimaru kicked open the glass container beside his foot, his golden vertical pupils locked onto the ceiling, his long tongue excitedly licking the corner of his mouth.

"Perfect evolution! This is the ultimate survival evolution!"

Orochimaru formed seals with both hands, his whole body trembling,

"If I can decipher the 'dehydration' gene and integrate it into my white-scaled serpent, even if it's Itachi Uchiha's Amaterasu black flames, I could perfectly evade them through instantaneous dehydration fiberization!"

"Even better is that kind of thought transparency! It's practically a perfect hive mind!"

Orochimaru's eyes flashed with fervent light:

"No need for language, no need for complex communication costs."

"If I could have a Trisolaran experimental subject, my cloning technology would definitely break through to the realm of gods!"

Super Beast Armament world, seventh parallel universe.

Clad in white robes, the holy and noble Snow Emperor hovered above the temple.

She looked at the cold, machine-like Trisolarans moving across the sky and sighed sadly.

"Love should be able to blossom in any soil, yet this cruel starry void mercilessly deprives it."

The Snow Emperor pressed her palms together, her eyelids slightly lowered,

"Without familial warmth, without emotional solace, their souls are imprisoned in the shackles of survival."

"What a pitiful civilization… they surely yearn intensely for the light and guidance of love in their hearts."

Beside her,

In Guigu's eyes flickered a hint of something different.

A civilization that cannot lie?

Doesn't that mean the whole society is transparent?

Are all my schemes and deceitful lies useless?

Heh,

If it's such a civilization, maybe it's better off extinct.

Earth, inside the manor.

The Trisolaran social form displayed on the big screen was like a basin of ice water, completely dousing the slim hope Luo Ji had held before.

"No privacy, thoughts transparent… no wonder they can directly use Sophons to lock down our basic science."

Luo Ji rubbed his temples, his voice trembling,

"Old Shi, did you notice?"

"For survival, they have no emotions, no art, not even a complete family!"

"Such a civilization doesn't understand mercy at all!"

Luo Ji sprang to his feet, a flicker of fear crossing his eyes,

"To them, for the sake of their civilization's survival, annihilating Earth's humans is like us stepping on a bunch of ants—no psychological burden at all!"

Da Shi exhaled a mouthful of thick smoke, slammed the cigarette butt hard into the ashtray, and snorted coldly:

"I say, these bastards are just a pack of mad dogs living on the edge of life and death."

"Anyone who blocks their path to survival will unhesitatingly have their throat bitten off."

"Don't expect to reason with them."

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