"Anyway, I'd rather run away than live on a conscious planet. I'd have to worry every moment about whether it was happy."
"Exactly. We firmly oppose planets having consciousness."
"Is opposing it any use?" someone asked an important question.
Everyone fell silent.
No one answered.
"They still need us to spread civilization. If we—"
"It's no use," someone said, shaking his head. "Haven't you seen that they've already copied many worlds similar to ours? That means they gained the ability to replicate our civilization long ago. It's just that in the main universe, the mysterious factor is too low, so they still can't do whatever they want. But now their requirements have been met, so they've begun preparing for their descent."
Everyone fell silent again.
That was the truth. Those secondary worlds they had explored were highly similar to human civilization.
Only now did they understand that many of them had been imitating the human world.
Some, however, were native.
"Running away is useless. We can only face it bravely." Director An made the final decision.
Of course, that did not mean every escape plan would be scrapped. On the contrary, they needed to do more and do it better.
The Nine Stars District was no longer enough. They needed another eighty-one star districts.
"Our current problem is that we don't know how many top-tier fighters they have. Can they shatter planets, star systems, or even universes?" someone asked.
"No. Their true combat power lies not in destroying matter, but in shattering the mind. If your mental resistance isn't high enough, you'll lose instantly. There's no logic to it. Just like those strange incidents—if your resistance isn't sufficient, you have to obey their rules. Break the rules, and you die," a staff officer corrected.
Everyone nodded.
All along, the greatest