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For a moment, no one knew what to say.

They were not only lamenting this Civilization Graveyard; they even felt some resentment toward the Precursors' methods. At the same time, they worried about the Human Civilization First Fleet, and even more about the main body of Human Civilization in the Great Universe.

If the time agreed upon between the First Fleet and the Main Civilization before its departure were exceeded, the Main Civilization fleet might really come looking for them. That would be a true disaster. Fortunately, everyone understood that estimated timelines in the interstellar era were long. The First Fleet still had time.

Even so, everyone was somewhat pessimistic now, likely because they had seen this Civilization Graveyard.

This had undeniably been a Level 4 Civilization. There had been far more of them than the Human Civilization First Fleet, yet after entering this place at some unknown time, they had failed to find anything left behind by the Precursors and had ultimately been trapped here to die from a lack of resources.

It was truly tragic and lamentable.

If humanity could not find it either, they would likely follow in their footsteps.

No one knew why the Precursors had done this. Most of the First Fleet's people were somewhat resentful now. If they wanted to give them an inheritance, then just give it to them. Why create a maze for them to break through, then make them search for it after they got inside? Wasn't that just screwing people over?

For a moment, humanity felt as though there was no such thing as kindness without ulterior motives. It was as if that Rhomboid Crystal Drift Bottle had deliberately sought them out and lured them into the Small Universe to wipe them out. Of course, it was only a fleeting