The Birth of the Fourth Civilization (Calamity)

"Administrator... I can revise it. I'll go revise it right away!" Norris Barry said hurriedly, somewhat frightened.

However, he then saw a squad of Marines bring everyone else from the Social and Cultural Department here! Seeing the fully armed Marines, Barry grew even more terrified.

"No, you did an excellent job. I had originally wondered whether I needed to awaken a Master Class sociologist to help you complete this task, but you managed it yourselves. This has made me understand once again that so-called class distinctions are merely the achievements a person had when they boarded the ship. Even people from the Normal class can reach the level of masters." Tang Xiao spoke calmly, the smile on his face impossible to read.

Barry was so frightened that he could not say a word. In truth, he did not know how to respond to Tang Xiao's praise either.

"But..." Tang Xiao changed the subject. "You will be dismissed from the Social and Cultural Department. I will awaken suitable people again to serve as the department's leaders and members. As for you, you will disappear from the roster. No one will ever know that you existed."

With a thud, Barry dropped to his knees. "Administrator, we haven't done anything wrong!"

"Of course you have not done anything wrong. On the contrary, you created a perfect history, and you must also bear the weight of that history. You will become 'History Guardians,' creating and safeguarding our history. In return, you will have everything you could want and enjoy every material and spiritual pleasure." Tang Xiao looked over the stunned crowd.

Then he continued, "However, you may never come into contact with anyone else for the rest of your lives. Anyone who has contact with you will also be imprisoned forever, or even killed. I will build a secret residence for you, as luxurious as I can possibly make it. You will spend the rest of your lives there."

Norris Barry let out a long sigh. "I understand. We will become your greatest secret, the people who bear this history."

"That's right. This is the weight of history." Tang Xiao rose and embraced Barry, then embraced the other ten members of the Social and Cultural Department. Finally, he stood before them and bowed. "I'm counting on you."

"It is my honor, Administrator." Barry and the other ten also bowed in return, their voices heavy. "We were fortunate enough to witness the birth of the Fourth Civilization. There is no greater honor."

Watching the eleven "History Guardians" being escorted away by Fourth Civilization Marines, Tang Xiao drew a deep breath, and his gaze sharpened.

The Fourth Civilization was the identity—or rather, the belief—he had chosen for himself and the people aboard this mothership. Barry was right. A people's history determined their values and way of thinking, and in the Star Wars universe that would soon be engulfed by war, those values absolutely could not be peaceful!

Thus, the Fourth Civilization was born!

He wanted to deeply implant a bone-deep sense of crisis in everyone.

In the history they had fabricated, Earth Civilization had endured three calamities: the Zerg invasion, the Purification Protocol, and High-dimensional beings. The survivors had followed the mothership here.

They had to rebuild civilization and restore its former glory. More than that, the agonizing experience of three calamity invasions ultimately destroying civilization had filled people's hearts with pain and yearning. They wanted to survive. They wanted to prosper even more gloriously than before. They also hoped not to repeat their mistakes and suffer a fourth calamity invasion.

And the way to avoid being destroyed by calamities...

Was to become a calamity!

Yes. From now on, they would call themselves the Fourth Calamity, and they were also the Fourth Civilization that had survived after facing life and death. Survival and development were the only path. Conquest and hegemony were the goals ahead. Nothing could stop them!

Though this was only a fabricated story, to ordinary people, a story was just a story. At most, they could write it into a novel and post it on Qidian Chinese Network to earn a little pocket money.

But Tang Xiao had the power to turn this story into history and make it wield true force, influencing the thoughts and values of every person under his rule. That was the power of authority. He also possessed technologies and spacecraft from all kinds of civilizations, and perhaps even heroes from different civilizations. Those were the best proof of this false history!

He would weave a grand and tragic dream for every person, and that dream would guide everyone here toward another war—the war of Star Wars! The Clone Wars!

From this day forward, they were the Fourth Civilization from Earth.

"Mainframe, enter this document into the database and establish it as the history of us all. Give sleep suggestions to every hibernating resident, guiding them to accept this history. Remember, fragment the contents of this history so that everyone can only recall small pieces of it," Tang Xiao said.

Understood. Executing immediately, the Mainframe replied.

"And then... rebuild the Social and Cultural Department." Tang Xiao selected an Elite Class education specialist and an Elite Class sociologist from the list of hibernating residents, along with several teachers, and awakened them all. They would begin compiling history textbooks. That was what this department should have been doing.

Tang Xiao began dreaming again. He dreamed that he crossed an endless sea of stars and arrived on a unique planet...

Two stable stars shone upon the land. The ground was covered in yellow sand, and fierce winds swept through, raising sandstorms dozens of meters high. Countless living beings struggled desperately on that harsh planet...

Yet here, he felt an eye watching him! That eye was incomparably huge, incomparably dark, with no visible end... It seemed to be calling to him. It made no sound, yet a voice directly appeared in his mind...

That voice was not "Tang Xiao," but some other name—Group One. Tang Xiao knew it was calling to him...

The gigantic eye grew larger and larger, deeper and deeper, darker and darker, like a black hole sucking everything inside! The planet, the stars, the galaxy... and Tang Xiao himself...

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Tang Xiao suddenly opened his eyes and discovered that he had somehow fallen asleep at his desk. He was drenched in cold sweat, while the communicator beside him emitted a string of alerts. Someone had come to see him.

Tang Xiao took a deep breath and rubbed his face hard.

He had been having the same dream for three days in a row... What did it mean... That planet, that eye...

He shook his head fiercely, suppressing the unease in his heart, and pressed the button to let the visitor in.

After a while, Daphne Clement opened the door and entered. "Dublak Kunto wishes to speak with you, Administrator."

Tang Xiao stood up. "Bring him here. It's about time. I wanted to speak with him too."

After a while, Dublak Kunto and Mars Feraci entered. They were now dressed in clothing provided here, clean and neat. With good food and drink every day, their complexions had improved greatly as well. They looked completely different from the weathered explorers they had been before.

The two approached Tang Xiao, hesitated for a moment, and only sat down somewhat stiffly across from him after he gestured for them to do so. Kunto spoke cautiously. "Respected Administrator, I do not know where you come from, nor will I investigate it. But I wish to say that we came to the Endor system on a mission. Now that the time is nearly up, could you please show mercy and let us return?"

Over the past few days, Kunto and the others had become deeply fearful of Tang Xiao's faction. The tens-of-thousands-of-meters-long super battleship before them was not something an ordinary faction could possess. Moreover, they had an obviously well-trained military force, as well as specialists in every field.

No matter how one looked at it, they were no ordinary faction. They had a formidable background.

"What mission do you have?" Tang Xiao asked.

"You know, we work for the Hutts around Tatooine, running smuggling jobs and the like for them. The cargo on this trip consists of furs, gemstones, and some Ewok jerky produced on Endor... Ah, no, on Dawn Star Planet." Over the past few days, Kunto had naturally learned that Tang Xiao had renamed Endor to Dawn Star Planet.