The Legendary Mechanic (Transcendental Mechanic)

"Predictor?" Melos looked suspicious, suddenly a stranger popped out, and came to the door without warning, saying that he could predict the future, he had never seen this way before, what kind of thing? !

Melos was skeptical, his first reaction was disbelief, and he said with a playful look, "You can see through the future, so do you know what I'm going to eat tomorrow morning?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe in my identity. You just need to listen. Time will tell if I'm right."

Han Xiao ignored Melos' banter and started his own performance, pretending to be deep and unpredictable, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Contradiction has already appeared. It won't take long before the patron saint of your ethnic group will split. Since then, Sunil's dream of revival will be broken forever, and the disaster will exhaust your resources and hope. You can only seek assistance and embark on this journey from now on. The path of vassalism has become an affiliated race of other higher civilizations. The clansmen are scattered to different cities to live, and the centripetal force gradually disappears. They linger on and rely on the strong, and gradually lose their inheritance and spirit. Your past has become written and recorded in higher civilizations. textbooks and history books, your younger generations can only understand the history of their own race through words and become another withered race in the vast universe..."

His words are deliberately ambiguous, and predictions are meant to give a vague, hazy feeling, and when it does happen, recalling the prophecy will create a sense of sudden realization or regret. Han Xiao naturally understands the future direction of the Sunil clan. This clan does not die in a physical sense, but it is another form of "destruction".

Spirit, culture, thought, history, these are the accumulation of the evolution process of a race from ignorance to wisdom. After thinking about the development process, the answer belongs to the ethnic group itself. These invisible and intangible things make a race. What can be called "civilization" is like the foundation of a building. It is the resonance of all individuals in an ethnic group and the pillar that supports the national centripetal force. Beasts are also divided into different races, but no one ever calls them "civilizations".

The Sunil tribe is a civilization in distress, and the superpowers are their patron saints. The tribe is grateful for their dedication, but has no extra resources to reward them. They must rely on superpowers to restore their vitality, but it is the endless dedication that makes contradictions. Gradually, it emerged that in the previous life, some superpowers could no longer bear it. They felt that benevolence and righteousness were exhausted. They chose to abandon their country and family, pursue "freedom", abandon the clan they regarded as a burden, and indulge their sensuality in the starry sky as a new destination. .

The Sunil tribe was hit hard. Originally, every time they experienced a disaster, the loss was acceptable. The strength of the tribe was still slowly recovering. The loss began to be greater than the accumulation of the ethnic group, and it became more and more difficult.

The Sunils do not have enough resources to migrate and can only ask for help, but they will not do so even if they have enough resources. There are various evil forces circling between the stars. Civilization in distress is a fragrant prey. After leaving the shelter of Gedora, greater dangers will follow, such as large-scale scavengers, slave traders, etc. There are many such examples: backstage Tough slave traders acted to kill a group of people, keeping only certain individuals and raising prices on the grounds of "extinct species". There are also evil camps that genocide, in order to complete some kind of ritual or simply gain satisfaction.

Order maintains the basic balance of the universe, but cannot expel all evil.

In the end, the Sunil tribe accepted Gedora's military assistance and relocated again. Gedora dispersed and relocated the Sunil people and dispatched a long-term garrison for "protection". With the various targeted decisions and timings implemented by Gedora As a result, the Sunil people were assimilated, and the Sunil "civilization" died out.

The three cosmos-level civilizations agreed on a treaty prohibiting aggression against low-level civilizations, but the war never ended, but there was no gunpowder. The carnival, lively, and orderly universe is just an appearance. There are hidden civilizational ambitions that are either publicized or forbearing. Every civilization has the illusion of becoming a hegemon. It is not allowed to conquer low-level civilizations with war, then assimilate them. Even the civilizations of the order camp are not good men and women. Even Gedora, who advocates pure blood theory, will cultivate vassal races.

The rise and fall of your civilization is your own business. You want to continue the race, but others don’t care, and they will take the opportunity to kill you. Every day, a race or civilization will perish in a certain corner of the universe. What about more of you? At most, send someone to record the history of this ethnic group, and it will become a talk after dinner, or a record that is optional.

There are some interstellar programs that like to report on the plight of civilization. The selling point is to arouse the audience's sympathy and sympathy, but it is a very slim hope to expect others to put sympathy into action. Individuals have emotions and desires, and sometimes make emotional decisions, but Enlarged to a civilization, a group, only the interests are eternal. In the final analysis, the Sunil people are just one of thousands of ordinary civilizations, and they are not eligible for special treatment. Moreover, this is Broken Starlink. It can be seen that the edge of the universe is remote and wild. The active people are scavengers, abandoned people, Mercenaries and the like are pragmatic people like vultures.

What's more, Dusky Star attacked various low-level civilizations to make them consume Gedora's resources. If a troubled civilization can become independent from Gedora and recover its vitality, how can Dusky Star sit and watch a Gedora ally be born.

Han Xiao told Melos these contents in vague words, so that he could understand that the future of the Sunil tribe was gloomy.

"Why tell me such a thing, do you think I'm interested?" Melos casually looked up and took a sip of wine, looking like a drunkard who cares about the end of the world tomorrow, and is drunk today.

"Because I saw your ending, many things can be avoided." Han Xiao smiled slightly.

Melos put down the glass and asked curiously, "What's my ending?"

Although he did not believe that Han Xiao was a so-called prophet, most people would be curious about their future. Han Xiao was right just now, and Melos wanted to know how this guy would "predict" his fate.

Han Xiao stopped, smiled, and said, "I will tell you when you believe that I am a prophet."

"I already believed it." Melos quickly changed his words.

"If you really believe it, I welcome you to come to me in the future."

Han Xiao smiled, cheating on him was useless to him.

Melos is the protagonist of the Sunil clan. According to this person’s experience, Han Xiao believes that there is a chance that this protagonist can be kidnapped. Now Melos is still an escapist alcoholic who cannot afford to be the “plot protagonist”. Feng, his "play" has not yet unfolded, and the big technician Han's pretending to be a ghost is specifically aimed at the future changes of Melos, leaving a deep impression.

You can't have only one "NPC" in your own faction. You must expand your cadres. Melos is the first target to test the waters.

At this moment, a quarrel suddenly sounded in the corner of the bar. One of them had a big belly and was obviously drunk. There was a conflict with the drinking buddy next to him. It seemed that they were talking about the topic of ethnic survival, and there was a conflict due to differences of opinion.

The drinking friend said angrily: "You don't understand, all this is Gedora's calculation, deliberately migrating us to a dangerous planet, how could they not understand the real environment of this planet! Gedora just wanted to Let's beg him!"