I Was Sealed In Kunlun And Was Blown Out By A Starship

Reading and judging the coordinate data transmitted from the universe is a very boring process, because you don't know whether these coordinates are correct.

It hasn't been long since the Floaters took the job.

After coming out of the tree of race, she only worked on the leaves for three thousand time particles.

Compared with many seniors who have worked tens of millions of hours, she still has a long way to go.

The gap is too big.

The floater thought so.

Although I know that what I am doing is not a big deal, it is just checking for omissions and filling in the gaps, but this is the path that every civilization in the universe will take.

Hide yourself.

Do a good job of cleaning up.

I heard that some old timers have an innate intuition about the coordinate information coming from the universe.

They can easily judge that those interstellar coordinates are sincere and those interstellar coordinates are not sincere.

They will accurately clean up the sincere coordinates, and when they are interested, they will go back to the ruins to pick up some weird gadgets.

Although these weird gadgets from a backward civilization are not worth the contribution points, they are very interesting, aren't they? This is a rare pleasure in the long lives of their sweepers.

The Floaters have always believed that those beings who spread out coordinates without sincerity will be punished, because cleaning up those empty worlds will waste a lot of energy.

Especially for a novice like her, she will feel sleepy if she cleans too many coordinates every day.

Are they free?

Sooner or later there will be retribution.

But as time went by, the floaters also discovered some patterns about many interstellar coordinates.

Just like everything in the universe, the degree of order is still rising, just like the entropy in the dark 253 universe will always increase. He found that these coordinates are also traceable.

For example, the coordinates sent in groups are often insincere.

Another example is the moving coordinates, which are mostly false.

There are also those coordinates sent by the most primitive communication methods, which are also unreasonable.

What floaters like most are coordinates that smell of fear. Of course, a series of emotions such as anxiety, hatred, jealousy, greed, etc. are also acceptable.

For underdeveloped civilizations, these emotions are a guarantee of survival.

Only when you reach a certain level of civilization will you abandon these things like them, efficiently and accurately.

In fact, the drifter doesn't quite understand what the emotions in many coordinates mean, but this does not prevent her from judging based on the records on the leaves of the tree of race.

On this road, the floater saw three specific coordinates being broadcast, which were captured by the leaves and transmitted to his mind.

The floater ignored these three coordinates, because there was no emotion in them, and the conveyer's emotions were calm and without waves.

More than 90% of them are the specific coordinates of the mass message.

But in fact, generally speaking, all specific coordinates that are broadcast will eventually be cleared, it is only a matter of time.

Because she thinks this coordinate is false, but among billions of civilizations, there are always trillions of cleansers.

So many cleaners always think it is sincere.

Any civilized creature has a cleaning instinct (afbj), and the destruction of civilizations other than its own life in the universe is engraved on the roots of all civilizations.

Just as he was thinking about it, the floater saw a sincere coordinate.

It swept to the left of the leaf's established course and was captured by the veins. It was a specific coordinate broadcast using the most basic means.

The floater became interested because she found that this specific coordinate was full of complex emotions.

There is panic, anxiety, doubt,... Anyway, many of the emotions on the leaves are recorded here.

This is very good. If we can clean up a few more low-level civilizations, the merits obtained in exchange may be exchanged for a branch of the tree of race?

This is her dream, just like filling a black hole starts with the first star.

The Floater retrieved a speck of light from the warehouse.

She likes this simple and crude cleaning method very much. It is accurate and direct and will not cause any harm to the reverse entropy of the universe.

She cast her sight in the direction pointed by the coordinates.

It was a burning star.

It is surrounded by four stars.

It was moving erratically, but under the calculation of the veins of the leaves, this was nothing.

The floater grew a branch, and the core of the leaf she was riding on guided her to the location.

Roads of emerald green light spread, and the floater felt like a dancer throwing a spear in the endless starry sky.

The next moment, the branches of the drifter erupted, and the light particles were instantly accelerated to the speed of light and rushed out through the curvature space.

The process of waiting for cleaning is always boring, and the floater took a nap during this process.

After waking up again, 1.5 time particles have passed.

And the light particles are about to arrive at the specific coordinates.

There seemed to be nothing on it, so I thought there would be a precious stellar civilization on this star.

However, the Floater also knows that if there is really a stellar civilization here, it will not be her turn to clean it up, and I am afraid it will have been cleaned up long ago.

That kind of civilization was originally born in the star, but no one dares to give them time to continue to live.

She shook her head, threw the false coordinates into the 'blacklist', and stamped it with data encoding to prevent other sweepers from wasting energy when they passed by.

But just as the floater was about to leave, something unexpected happened.

Light particles are blocked!!

The floater turned around sharply.

The leaves on which it rides shine with a burst of light.

Interesting!

!

There is actually a civilization on this star!

But why is the main core of the leaf not found? Sure enough, it still needs to spend contribution points to upgrade to a branch.

The Floater once again took out three light particles from the warehouse.

Each of these light particles is more precious, larger, and faster than the previous one, and can reach several times the speed of light.

The floater pops them out again.

The light particles accelerate in the universe, like three star-piercing spears being thrown, tearing everything apart with terrifying power!

This time the light particles only took 0.01 time particles to arrive.

But what surprised the floaters was that this time the stellar civilization blocked it again!

The moment the three light particles arrived, infinite purple light fell down.

According to the main core analysis, this purple light is very similar to a natural celestial phenomenon called "thunder and lightning" on some gaseous planets.

But the floater suddenly became frightened, and even the branches and leaves all over his body were trembling!

Because she discovered that there was actually a trace of the power of rules in those 'thunder and lightning'!

The power of rules!

Why are there weapons made with the power of rules here?!

That doesn’t seem to be a civilization, but a creature!

The floater's expression became solemn, and he took out dozens of light points one after another, but without exception, they were all drowned in the endless thunder!!

The floater was a little hairy, he seemed to have encountered an amazing specific coordinate!

Hide yourself and clean up!

But before the Floater could continue to attack, her body suddenly trembled and she felt a silent wave sweep across her body!

According to the great reversible law of detection, the floater knew one thing.

Found!

Found!

While I was observing him, he had also observed me!

Kill?

Or escape!

Kill?

Or escape!

However, just when the floater was anxiously preparing to find a countermeasure, she found that the gaze scanning her suddenly disappeared.

It didn't mean to attack me?

But the next moment, a more deadly threat suddenly came to mind!

What's this!?

In the dark space of the universe, the floater suddenly raised his head, because he was caught in one billionth of a time particle of light.

Groups of pitch-black mist appeared above her at some point.

This mist floats in space, exposed to a vacuum near absolute zero, but has no intention of drifting away.

Magnificent purple thunders shine like dragons in it.

This is not an attack by that life form civilization on me!

He seemed to be ignoring me!

but!

He carries a weapon that fluctuates regularly around him, and it seems to have locked onto me on its own!

This was the floater's first thought after seeing this thunder!

The next moment, she only had two words left in her mind.

Oops. .