Hearing this, Lü Yongchang fell silent.
Back on Earth, humanity had considered itself a higher form of life.
Compared with the other creatures in Earth's natural world, humans seemed to stand in a class of their own.
Advanced intelligence, vast numbers, skill at using and making all kinds of tools...
These countless advantages had allowed humanity to rise to the top of Earth's food chain.
Barely after venturing beyond Earth, humanity had discovered primitive extraterrestrial life on Mars and Titan.
Even so, those "low-end" life-forms struggling on the brink of survival had not made much of an impression on Lü Yongchang and the others.
After all, the two were in entirely different leagues.
That lasted until they left the nurturing cradle of the Solar System and encountered the Proxima Centauri Civilization.
They were also supposedly "highly intelligent beings," yet compared with humans, the Proxima Centauri people seemed to possess far too many innate advantages.
High radiation resistance, long lifespans...
Every one of those racial traits was something humanity could only dream of.
By comparison, humans seemed like a "discarded pawn" the creator had casually thrown together.
And this was merely an ordinary civilization at their own level.
Thinking of the level classifications in the technology tree system, Lü Yongchang sighed softly.
Who knew what extraordinary innate advantages the species of those higher-level civilizations might possess...
He shook his head, clearing the distracting thoughts from his mind.
"Can we extract this Telomere-like substance?"
Lü Yongchang asked quietly.
Mao Zhengzhi also snapped out of his reverie.
He frowned slightly and replied softly, "That might be a little tricky."
"We still have too few well-preserved Proxima Centauri specimens."
"I'm afraid the amount of Telomere-Like Enzyme substance we could extract would be pitifully small."
"Besides..." Mao Zhengzhi paused before continuing.
"These Proxima Centauri people