Please Give Us a Chance to Survive

"That's how it is. Go make your preparations."

"If you delay too long, it may be too late."

The Collectors representing the cluster made contact with the indigenous civilization within the stellar system, and the two sides conducted diplomatic negotiations in low orbit.

Unwilling to waste too much time, the Collectors acting as representatives bluntly and without reservation informed the indigenous civilization's diplomatic delegates about the Great Destruction and Amoeba.

They urged the other side to prepare the seeds of their civilization as quickly as possible and hand them over to the Collectors so that their civilization could endure.

Without question, this was devastating news to the indigenous civilization within the stellar system. It was like going to the hospital one day, only for the doctor to suddenly tell you that you had an incurable terminal illness.

The indigenous civilization was not like the Collectors. They cared more about individuals, the continuation of bloodlines, descendants, family, close friends, and so on. They simply could not accept the Collectors' proposal of handing over the seeds of civilization and reseeding them throughout the galaxy once everything was over.

"Is... is there no other way? Can't we talk to that 'Great Destruction'?" one of the indigenous representatives asked with difficulty.

The news the Collectors had brought was far too heavy. Especially after seeing the Great Destruction attempt to annihilate the Collectors by triggering a supernova, the suffocating terror born of extreme fear was stronger than anything they had ever felt before.

"It's useless," the Collector replied. "The Great Destruction possesses no intelligence. Can you hold a conversation with a tool? Hurry and make your preparations."

Having said that, the Collectors prepared to leave. They had little else to say to the indigenous people in the stellar system. In the past, perhaps they would