Surprise, amazement, disbelief... and expressions of shock and rejection.

Faces written with a variety of expressions.

Gaia.

Tree of Yenshof.

And—

The pioneer standing behind all this.

That's not all.

The people on site also heard many things from the man named Night Ten that they had never heard of before—even unimaginable things.

In the stars beneath their feet, there once existed a civilization far more prosperous and territorially vast than the United Human.

After perceiving all the truths of this universe, it shattered the void and left, heading to another universe beyond the box, with Gaia planet located at South Gate Two being just one of the countless relics it left in this universe...

These discoveries are astonishing enough.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it's like opening a door to a new world for a humanity reborn from the ashes.

Not to mention the benevolent advice it left for the new civilization, which at least helps the young human civilization avoid detours by decades or even centuries.

According to its suggestion.

Humans don't necessarily have to take the same road, but they can explore their own truths along the road once traveled by it.

Beyond these shocking discoveries, the young man named Night Ten also brought back the truth of history from a world five light-years away.

What's amusing is that what set the United Human ablaze was never some foreign civilization hidden among the stars; it was humans themselves from beginning to end.

It's not even a responsibility that can be blamed on a specific organization or individual.

But a responsibility that belongs to everyone.

Whether it's those who have died, or those who are still alive.

The former paid the price, while the latter must bear the cost and conduct a thorough reckoning with past mistakes...

"...This sounds somewhat hard to accept, but that's what I saw on Gaia."

Night Ten paused, then added.

"It is also what the seventeen crew members who survived from the Twin have gradually discovered after surviving the disaster."

Silence enveloped the surroundings.

Even the reporters holding cameras and recorders were momentarily speechless, stunned at the spot.

Finally, someone broke the silence.

A reporter from Ideal City snapped out of his daze and spoke up.

"I don't doubt what you said about 'It,' but the spiritual energy, and the so-called 'Window of Vision' or 'Fourth Wall'... how do you prove it actually exists? And not that you hallucinated from inhaling some gas on an alien planet."

Whispers spread among the crowd, waking many from the overwhelming grandeur of the vision.

Standing at the cabin door, Dora couldn't help but step forward and said sincerely.

"I can prove what he said is true."

The reporter showed a subtle expression, giving her a look of goodwill, indicating he hoped she could produce evidence.

At this moment, cultural differences manifested vividly, as Gaia people—at least among the forest tribes—did not have the concept of evidence.

Information conveyed through spiritual energy must be deeply believed by the heart and must be mutually trusted by both parties.

In Dora's view, she had already shown evidence.

However, in the reporter's eyes, she was merely staring at him with her big watery eyes, motionless.

If someone were particularly sentimental, they might even mistakenly take this as a "love signal."

Fortunately, everyone present was normal, even the reporter being "gazed upon" just felt puzzled.

"Well, we don't have spiritual energy here... your method won't work."

Night Ten gently coughed, stopping Dora's efforts.

If she continued trying here, it might indeed awaken somebody's spiritual energy among the lucky ones, as his own spiritual energy awakened this way.

But it's too time-consuming.

If each person had to be convinced this way, whether in terms of time or physical cost, it would be hard for him to accept.

The various survivor forces on Earth have materialism origins.

To convince others, one must use methods that "silly materialists" can comprehend.

Facing the pairs of eyes turning back to him, Night Ten continued in a serious tone.

"Among the many relics I brought back, there is one belonging to Dr. Qiu Shiye. Reliable evidence indicates he was inspired by the pioneer civilization and, under their guidance, spent his lifetime completing that incredible 'Perforator' and followed the pioneer's footsteps to another world, becoming the Light of another universe."

"...I harnessed the power of spiritual energy, gained insights from what he left, activated the 'Perforator' in another way, letting the light from another universe penetrate through the Fourth Wall, injecting into the reactor's gas tank, gaining energy to return from five light-years away—"

His words were abruptly interrupted by a scream from a Level D researcher standing on the edge.

"That's impossible! You mean, you conjured up a tank of reactor fuel out of thin air?!"

The young face was filled with disbelief and suspicion.

It was purely academic skepticism.

Night Ten patiently explained.

"Yes, after matter and energy from this universe reach the creator's universe, they can only exist in the form of electromagnetic waves, such as the light I mentioned. Conversely, when the light from the creator's universe projects into ours, it naturally unfolds into other things... this is just my personal speculation. As for why it unfolded into Helium-3, I'm not sure, but I can tell you it's not conjured out of nothing."

"Information transmission using spiritual energy has limitations, I could only acquire already known information from Dr. Qiu Shiye, like how to operate that Perforator. As for the principle of the Perforator and how Dr. Qiu Shiye received its inspiration, I don't know, unless he returns from another world to tell me himself."

Seeing the dumbfounded Academy researcher, Night Ten turned to the reporter interviewing him and continued.

"As for spiritual energy, this actually is easy to verify... since the research institutions of the Alliance have already set up projects on it, and we've even been using it for a long time. Just with a different name, the Twin's crew called it spiritual energy, and we call it 'Morphogenesis Field.'

That's not something that can't be talked about.

Morphogenesis Field has long been an open secret in the Alliance, and now it has become a publicly researched subject.

The Wasteland Era has ended.

They no longer need to hide their trump cards to gain strategic advantages; the focus now is on building tighter trust relationships with partners and understanding oneself deeply.

Now is the time to do it.

Night Ten pulled a newspaper from his pocket.

It was an issue of the Goblin Observation Report published three months ago.

Ever since he made a bet with Jiang Xuezhou, he found paper and pen on the Hunter ship and transcribed an issue of the Goblin Observation Report he saw via the Morphogenesis Field.

Though he only transcribed one page, it was enough.

Given the distance between the solar system and South Gate Two, even electromagnetic waves would take five years to travel!

This page of the newspaper can already prove many things.

Looking at the crowd gathering quickly, Night Ten slowly spoke.

"The time signature at the end and the traces of ink are enough to prove the time I wrote this... If you find the issue of the Goblin Observation Report published three months ago according to the version number, you'll know I'm not lying."

The Debt Giant Eye watching the show widened his eyes.

"Holy crap, is this possible?!"

Of course, he knew Night Ten wasn't bluffing, but he didn't expect this guy to bare it all in front of everyone.

And he even got Brother Guang's tacit approval!

Fang Chang's eyes sparkled with a hint of sharpness, and his face showed an intrigued expression.

Meanwhile, the reporter from the Goblin Observation Report, previously squeezed to the outskirts of the crowd, finally used all his strength to squeeze back to the front row.

Just as he looked at that handwritten newspaper, a ghostly expression appeared on his previously skeptical face.

The report—

Was exactly the one he had written!

"Exactly the same..."

He almost blurted out this sentence as his face was nearly squashed out of shape.

And the moment he blurted it out, the entire bridge of the defense platform erupted in an uproar!!!

...

...

[Dear His Majesty Salen,

Following your instructions, I accompanied General McCullen to the defense platform deployed by the Alliance in low Earth orbit to attend the Triumph ceremony held by the Alliance to welcome the hero's return from South Gate Two.

Due to the long distance, I didn't get to admire with the naked eye that magnificent warship built during the Human Alliance Era... However, in fact, I feel that seeing the glory of the past is no longer important, when something more astonishing is right before me.

This isn't an exaggeration, but rather what I've seen and thought.

From the moment I stepped into the space elevator cabin, my sense of shock and awe never ceased.

The enormous cabin shuttled back and forth in the air, transmitting tens or even hundreds of tons of loads to the sky beyond my sight.

The scene's impact on me was not just its "size."

But also its multitude.

Soon we boarded one of them.

As the elevator's height continued to rise, it wasn't long before I saw the Southern sea area shrink to the size of a palm, saw the desert at the center of the continent, and even saw Norton City and Triumph City far to the west...

Yes, the ascending cabin didn't move vertically, but rather carved a beautiful arc overhead at the edge of the atmosphere, reaching reception points thousands of kilometers above the ground.

It was a space station deployed by the Alliance in geosynchronous orbit, looking like a vertical metal ring!

We flew to the center of the ring... probably the middle, then two folding arms extended from inside the ring, connecting with the cabin we were in.

We left the cabin through a narrow hatch, heading inside the ring-shaped structure, and transferred to another vehicle. Then, when we finally reached our ultimate destination, the view through the porthole presented me with an unforgettable sight.

The steel structure, hundreds of meters in length and width, was lined with electromagnetic ship cannons of astonishing caliber and length!

They stood like erect lances, pointing towards the darkness beyond the atmosphere.

Honestly, that thing gave me an immense sense of security, making the once lonely and cold universe appear less dark in my eyes.

I had seen similar cannons on the islands of the South Sea Union, yet here they were densely arranged in dozens!

And that's not all.

The confident looks of the staff told me they had more of this stuff.

According to them, just three shots from one of these railguns could overload the deflection shield of an escort ship's core, enough to substitute space debris to counter the threat at Lagrange Points.

I couldn't imagine what a terrifying scene a volley from this battery would be, nor what we would do if they turned these guns on us.

It's said that the South Sea Union has a special warhead that allows artillery shells to fly with minimal kinetic energy decay within the atmosphere.

If that were true, when the Alliance mounted railguns on the low Earth orbit defense platform, the era of iron airships would be over.

I can't find words to express the shock and disappointment in my heart. We may have indeed been left far behind in certain domains by our adversaries.

And what's more discouraging is that while we are still trying to fight for dominance on the ground, they have already set their sights on the stars, beginning to plan for the future of human civilization.

Please forgive me for writing these words in this unofficial private letter, as I'm worried that any subtlety on my part might lead you to misjudge the current situation... which could be fatal for us.

The Wasteland Era has ended, and there may not be much space left for us to make mistakes.

Perhaps we should quickly adapt to the course of history, shifting our mindset from confrontation to cooperation and actively participating in civilization-level progress like other survivor forces.

The new era no longer needs a dominant ruler over everything, and there seems to be only two paths before us—

Either the glory of the Vellanteans falls silently like dust, or it becomes a shining star among the brilliant ones.

Your loyal messenger, Ostilt Ten Thousand Leader.

]

...

As the Triumph ceremony welcoming heroes home concluded, this reunion after over two centuries also came to an end.

As for the shocking news that Night Ten brought back from South Gate Two, the survivors on Earth probably still need some time to digest it.

Including his proposal to establish an exploration fleet beyond the Solar System.

Though it's indeed a good idea, such a thing can't be decided by someone's words or a nod.

Behind the scenes, unseen by ordinary people, will be the games and maneuvers to promote the formation of this "fleet."

But these matters aren't concerns for Night Ten, the guy who first opened his mouth.

After returning to the low Earth orbit defense platform, he received a mission personally issued by the shelter manager—

To bring the "Messenger" from Gaia planet back to the surface via the space elevator, and then take a ship and train to the Cohesive Mansion in City of Dawn.

Actually, in the South Sea Union, one can directly fly to the City of Dawn without changing so many modes of transportation.

However, the manager intends for her to take this opportunity to travel on Earth more, to learn more about the planet of the "Ancestors."

One might say it's half her homeland.

Moreover, the Cohesive side also needs some time to prepare and discuss how to manage the relationship with the "Gaia Civilization."

Even though the Alliance's opinions play a decisive role, Chu Guang still needs to consult others, especially the Academy and companies.

Upon hearing about the "Chieftain's" arrangement from the Ancestors, Dora was incredibly cooperative.

Earlier on Gaia planet, she was eager to see how those legendary Ancestors living in the sky actually live day to day.

Taking an elevator back to the surface.

As she emerged from the opened hatch, she was immediately jaw-dropped by the scene before her eyes.

"So big!!"

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(Brothers, happy New Year's Eve! Tomorrow is the new year. I wish everyone good fortune in the Year of the Dragon! Be like a dragon!)

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