Chapter 149: Saiwen Bare‑handed Sun Swap: The Dark Forest Is Past, Next Comes the Light Forest!

The view on the sky-screen focused on the Three-Body Star System.

Saiwen hovered at the exact center of the three stars.

He raised both hands.

There was no charging motion, no sign of any energy fluctuation.

He simply raised his hand, fingers spread, pointing toward the three stars.

Three beams of light shot from his hands.

The beams struck the cores of the three stars.

Then the stars moved.

The three stars.

Three stars each over a million kilometers in diameter.

They were held aloft by Saiwen in his hands.

To be precise,

it was three massive spheres of light hovering around Saiwen's body, tightly wrapped by his energy field.

The plasma flames licking the stars' surfaces lapped at Saiwen's silver soft armor, leaving no trace.

Saiwen bore the three suns, then glanced back at the Three-Body homeworld.

That tormented planet finally fell silent.

Without the gravitational tug of the three stars, its crust ceased trembling, and the atmospheric temperature began to plummet at an astonishing rate.

"Three-Body Leader."

Saiwen's voice came through.

Inside the flagship, the Leader's thought signal trembled three times before stabilizing.

"I am here, god… god!"

"You can't take all three; at least leave one for our Three-Body civilization—that's our homeworld!!"

"You say leave one?"

The Leader frantically nodded—though the Three-Body folk have no heads to nod—but its thought signal made the equivalent gesture:

"Yes, god! Leave a sun for us! We need light and heat! Without stars…"

"None of these three will do."

Saiwen cut it off.

"They are inherently unstable stars."

"The root of the Three-Body motion lies in the innate defect of their mass distribution and angular momentum coupling."

"Leave any one of them, and tens of thousands of years later it will still go wrong."

Saiwen paused.

"But you don't need to worry."

"The Land of Light will give you a new, stable sun."

The Leader's thought signal completely jammed.

"Give… give us a sun?"

Saiwen gave no further reply.

He held the three stars with one hand, raised the other, and sliced at the void before him.

The spatial rift tore open again.

Saiwen, bearing the three suns, stepped into the rift.

The rift closed.

The sky of the Three-Body Star System fell utterly still for the first time.

No scorching, no extreme cold, no demon that had forced civilization to reincarnate over two hundred times via those three stars.

Only the endless sea of stars remained.

……

Wandering Earth Universe.

Navigator Space Station.

Liu Peiqiang's vodka bottle slipped from his hand, slowly spinning as it drifted away in the zero‑g environment; he didn't reach for it.

He was glued to the viewport, eyes locked unblinking on the sky‑screen.

"He… he lifted the three stars."

Liu Peiqiang's voice was so faint he could barely hear it himself.

"Three. Stars over a million kilometers in diameter. Lifted by hand."

In the communications terminal behind him, MOSS's red camera lit up.

"Colonel Liu Peiqiang, I need to correct my database."

MOSS's synthetic voice remained as calm as ever, but its speed was fifteen percent faster than usual.

"In my previous calculation model, the probability of the act 'bare‑handed star moving' was marked as zero. Absolute zero—not approaching zero, but equal to zero."

"Now I need to change that value."

MOSS paused for 0.3 seconds.

"But I don't know what to change it to, because my probability model has no corresponding parameter."

"'A carbon‑based humanoid lifeform capable of freely traversing spatial dimensions and controlling stellar gravitational fields'—that classification does not exist in my database."

Liu Peiqiang slowly turned around, looking at MOSS's red lens.

MOSS.

Present.

We installed ten thousand planetary engines on Earth, burned all of Jupiter's hydrogen as a gravitational slingshot, and the plan is to push Earth to the neighbor star four light-years away in twenty-five hundred years.

He pointed at the sky curtain.

He held up three suns with one hand, tore open space with the other, and left.

MOSS stayed silent for a full two seconds.

For a quantum computer, two seconds of silence equals a human being dazed for an entire year.

Colonel Liu Peiqiang, I suggest we modify the Wandering Earth plan.

How to modify?

Change the goal from 'reaching the neighbor star' to 'figuring out how to contact Ultraman'. Efficiency will increase by about... infinite times.

Liu Peiqiang didn't laugh. Because he thought MOSS was right.

Cybertron.

Megatron stood before the Iron Throne, his metal feet pressing two deep pits into the ground.

Optimus Prime.

I saw it, Megatron.

What did you see? Megatron's voice unusually lacked any aggression.

I saw a lifeform that, using its own force field, enveloped the total mass and energy output of three stars, and, without triggering any supernova reaction, completely stripped them from their original gravitational wells.

Optimus Prime paused.

Then he tore open space.

Carrying three stars.

As easily as we move a crate of energy cubes.

Megatron remained silent for five seconds.

AllSpark.

He suddenly spoke.

Optimus Prime looked at him.

We Cybertronians' greatest creation, the AllSpark, can give life to machinery.

Megatron's scarlet optical sensors flashed twice.

But can the AllSpark lift a star?

Cannot.

Optimus Prime answered succinctly.

That's it.

Megatron sat back down on the Iron Throne, his metal torso emitting a heavy grinding sound.

What we pride ourselves on, in front of Ultraman, isn't even worth a toy.

His voice held no anger, no resentment.

There was only a pure awe, coming from the strong toward the stronger.

Warhammer 40K universe.

Roboute Guilliman said nothing.

He stood in the center of the throne hall, looking up at the screen on the sky curtain showing Ultraman lifting three stars.

The Sword of Justice was plunged into the floor beside his feet, the blade trembling slightly; it was the force transmitted from Roboute Guilliman's grip on the sword that made the whole marble slab resonate.

Sicarius stood five steps away, not daring to approach.

Because he had never seen a Primarch show such an expression.

If the Emperor were still alive. Roboute Guilliman's voice low. "Could he do this?"

Sicarius opened his mouth, but didn't dare answer.

The Emperor is humanity's most powerful psyker in history. His power is enough to illuminate the entire galaxy.

Roboute Guilliman slowly tightened his grip on the sword hilt. 'But moving stars bare-handed... I'm not sure.'

He closed his eyes.

The Empire's Dyson sphere, which would take ten thousand years to build, Ultraman replaced with just one hand.

The Empire's astronomical navigation beacons, which cost countless lives to maintain, Ultraman alone could serve as.

Roboute Guilliman opened his eyes, his gaze heavy.

Our Empire, just how many lives are we using to fill a technological gap that shouldn't exist?

The sky curtain picture switched.

Land of Light.

Plasma Spark Tower.

Ultraman walked out of the dimensional rift carrying three stars, landing on the base platform of the Spark Tower.

The picture pulled back.

Audiences from all worlds saw the full appearance of the Plasma Spark Tower.

Beneath the tower lay a vast energy storage area.

Dense clusters of light spheres were arranged in the storage area, each emitting stellar-level energy radiation.

Several thousand.

At least several thousand.

Each one is a stellar-level energy body capable of serving as a sun for a star system.

Saiwen placed the three unstable suns in an empty spot in the storage area and waved his hand casually.

Xikali ran out of the laboratory.

The moment he saw those three stars, his eyes lit up.

Saiwen!

Xikali rushed over,

He circled the three stars twice, and his scanner buzzed.

Three unstable stars like this! A three-body motion configuration!

His speech was as rapid as a string of firecrackers.

The internal convection model of such unstable stars is the best research material!

I've always wanted to figure out the hydrogen-helium ratio variation law under chaotic gravity, but all the stars near the Land of Light are stable—there are no samples!

Xikali rubbed his hands excitedly.

Saiwen, thanks!

Saiwen nodded.

Don't just revel in the joy.

Give me a backup energy unit, stable type—I want to install a new sun in the Trisolar system.

No problem.

Xikali turned and ran back to the storage area, casually picked one from the thousands of backup energy bodies, and lifted it out.

A sphere radiating warm orange‑yellow light, just the right size for Xikali to hold in one hand.

This is the standard energy template for a G-type main‑sequence star.

Its stable burning lifespan is estimated at twelve billion years. Enough?

Enough.

Saiwen took it and weighed it.

……

Flagship of the Three‑Body First Fleet.

All the Trisolarans in the control chamber saw that image on the sky screen.

Beneath the Plasma Spark Tower.

Several thousand stellar‑level energy bodies.

Neatly arranged, like cargo stacked in a warehouse.

Chief Scientist 3056's thought signal completely collapsed at this moment.

It was not a collapse from fear, but a total breakdown of the cognitive system.

Several thousand……

3056's thought signal sputtered out intermittently.

Several thousand stellar‑level energy sources……just sitting there in the basement of the Plasma Spark Tower……

The sun that tormented our Trisolar civilization for two hundred cycles……in Xikali's hands……is just research material?

It said 'the best research material'……the tone was like us picking up an interesting rock in the lab……

3056's life‑support device emitted an ominous crackle.

And that backup energy body……he casually picked one from the thousands……and said 'Is that enough?'

A star capable of stable burning for twelve billion years……to them it's just a spare part?

The Head of State said nothing.

It didn't need to speak.

Because all the Trisolarans in the entire fleet, upon seeing the Land of Light's energy reserves at that moment, all understood one thing.

Their previous assessment of the Ultraman civilization.

It was low.

It was absurdly low.

……

On the sky screen, Saiwen reappeared in the Trisolar system.

He held that orange‑yellow light sphere in his hand.

The Trisolar homeworld hung silently in the dark, the surface temperature of the planet without stellar illumination rapidly dropping.

Saiwen raised the light sphere above his head.

Then he let go.

The light sphere rose. Slowly, steadily, it ascended to the orbital position just right relative to the Trisolar homeworld.

The orange‑yellow light spread out.

Warm, gentle, steady light.

The light bathed the Trisolar homeworld's surface. Temperature began to rise. Atmospheric convection reestablished. Ice melted, water gathered into streams, streams flowed into depressions.

The two‑hundred‑cycle civilization's nightmare.

At this moment.

It was completely over.

Dragon Ball World, King Kai's Planet.

Wukong stood on the grass, head raised, watching the Trisolaran homeworld illuminated by the new sun on the heavenly screen.

He didn't speak.

He just smiled.

Bejita leaned against a stone, also watching. The corner of his mouth twitched, but he ultimately said nothing.

Bike spoke softly: "Sevin didn't destroy the Trisolaran civilization. He gave them a new sun."

Wukong nodded: "Yeah. That's what a truly strong person should do."

One Piece World, Thousand Sunny.

Robin stood at the stern, watching the brand‑new sun rise on the heavenly screen.

"From judge to savior."

She said softly.

"Sevin used a sun to achieve the most thorough conquest of the Trisolaran civilization."

Luffy gnawed on a meat bone, mumbling:

"He's a good guy! A super good guy! Better than me!"

Zoro unusually didn't retort.

Super Beast Armor World, Xuanwu.

Tianyu stood by the porthole, watching the new sun's light spread across the heavenly screen.

"Destroying a civilization is easy."

Her voice was very soft.

"To reignite hope in a civilization—that is true strength."

Huolinfei scratched his head:

"Sounds reasonable."

Miaotiaojun wiped the corner of his eye in the corner:

"Sniff, I'm moved."

Armored Warrior World.

Duanmuyan leaned against the wall, having watched the whole process.

"This is what a god should be. If I had this much power, I guarantee no Okse would appear anywhere in the universe."

"No, I misspoke."

"It means that on every plane and timeline of the multiverse, past and future, there will be no Okse."

Trisolaran First Fleet.

All Trisolarans saw the image of the new sun rising.

A stable, warm sun that would no longer make them experience the alternation of eternal and chaotic eras.

The leader's life‑support system had leaked, leaving less than twenty percent of its bodily fluids.

But it did not enter dehydrated hibernation.

Because something welled up from its perception system.

A physiological response it had never experienced.

It couldn't say what it was.

But if Qu had already completed the carbon‑based transformation, if it now possessed human tear glands,

it would surely be crying.

On the fleet's communication channel, there was now only one kind of signal.

Not fear, not ecstasy.

It was gratitude.

Pure, unadulterated gratitude.

Tens of thousands of Trisolarans,

at the same moment adjusted their thought signals to the lowest, most devout frequency and projected them toward Sevin.

They no longer knelt.

They simply quietly and solemnly expressed to that red‑and‑silver figure an emotion beyond words.

Sevin floated in the space of the Trisolaran star system.

The new sun's light shone on his silver soft armor, refracting warm light.

He spoke.

"Trisolaran civilization. Earth civilization."

His voice crossed light‑years, reaching the perception systems of every human and Trisolaran.

"Your universe's coordinates have been recorded by the Land of Light."

"From today on, Ultraman will regularly patrol this universe."

Sevin raised his head, his gaze piercing the star system, the nebula, aiming at the darkest depths of this universe.

"The era of the Dark Forest is over."

(Tomorrow war hammer, sorry…)