Chapter 640

Meanwhile.

The discussion ignited by the message from the "Pioneer" civilization is still continuing.

"This kind of gift from hundreds of millions of years ago is inexplicably moving."

"Sigh, since entering society, I no longer believe that there is unconditional love and dedication to others in this universe... I didn't expect that besides my parents, the one who loves me most might be the deceased of another civilization."

"Indeed, I finally figured out why I felt 'SCP-4138' was strange... I no longer believe that there are purely altruistic people in this world."

"Don't be discouraged, those on the Path of 'Trailblaze' are good people, if you have a chance, you can play with them."

"Damn, I remembered the elders who passed away... They would probably ask me similar questions, how is life recently, is the old illness cured, are you tired from work..."

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Some choose to discuss, naturally some choose to ponder.

In Fu Xuan's mind, "Fenrir's" message was still echoing.

Those words full of expectations were like bullets fired 189 million years ago, hitting her heart today.

A ruthless existence that can be merciless and exterminate all civilizations of the same era.

Yet for the unknown civilization that "reaps the benefits" of later generations, it has infinite expectations and infinite blessings.

Why is this?

Did the "Lizardman Pioneers" treat human civilization as a student they had never met?

Or did they treat human civilization as descendants with no blood relationship but closely connected?

Missing materials such as the "Pioneers'" social structure, organizational model, way of thinking, literary works, artistic creation... etc.

Fu Xuan found it difficult to calculate the true thoughts of that ancient civilization.

She felt a little anxious, as if she saw the one-armed old man sitting on the ground at will, ragged, and not paying attention to etiquette again.

Returned to the day she was chosen as an apprentice.

She could actually not think about these things, just pretend she didn't see those words, and pretend that they were just symbols pieced together at will.

Sighing that human hearts are really hard to understand, she took the teacup handed over, the warm tea slid down her esophagus, the warmth circulated in her stomach, and the bitterness remained on her lips and teeth.

Let's not think about this problem for now.

It is impossible to return to 189 million years ago by racking her brains to personally ask the "Pioneers" their true thoughts.

But regardless, the motto of the Foundation's "Space Exploration and Development Department."

—"We shall make our ancestors proud."

Really good.

The deceased have already transferred the stage, and it is time for the existing ones to perform passionately.

One day, all existing ones will pass away, condensed into a line or a few lines of text in history books.

And the successors who come later will continue to perform this unclosed performance.

Fu Xuan sorted out her messy thoughts and felt that she was suddenly a little tired.

But the caffeine, tea polyphenols, theophylline, etc. in the tea have already diffused into the blood, flowing along the endless human river, playing a role.

Fighting against drowsiness.

Letting out a turbid breath, Fu Xuan looked at the projected phantom again—the "Luo Fu" Xianzhou is about to reach the exit of this space and return to the real world.

"Fenrir" is still quiet, as if the Xianzhou had never arrived.

Fu Xuan's gaze crossed the boundary between virtual and reality, falling on the warships outside the Xianzhou.

Those flickering red dots, like long-burning lamps, burned quietly in a forgotten world.

In an instant, an invisible fluctuation swept across the Xianzhou, and the data of various detectors became abnormal.

A moment later, all abnormalities dissipated.

The radiance of the stars sprinkled on the shell of this ancient starship again.

The "Luo Fu" Xianzhou returned.