[Esteemed [Hua], I hope you can provide us with some fragments of your body.]
[We are merely a weak level two civilization, struggling to protect ourselves in the Milky Way Galaxy as it is today.]
[Until we encounter a Gardener Faction Civilization, these two-dimensional fragments could ensure our civilization's safety.]
After composing this series of messages, Lü Yongchang checked them once more.
A faint trace of excitement and greed shone in his eyes.
"Yongchang, you..."
Fang Xu had witnessed every moment of this outrageous maneuver.
He swallowed softly and instinctively lowered his voice. "Have you lost your mind?"
Lü Yongchang abruptly raised his head, an inscrutable smile appearing on his face. "You think I've lost my mind?"
"Then why do you think they want us to relay their message?"
"And why would they give us so many benefits for it?"
Fang Xu hesitated for a moment, then spoke in an even quieter voice. "You think they have ulterior motives too?"
"Of course." Lü Yongchang shrugged.
"Perhaps they want us to draw the Cleaners' attention so they can use the opportunity to escape."
"Or perhaps they want to use us as bait to lure the Cleaners in."
At that, he chuckled. "Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that all the advanced civilizations in the Gardener Faction are idealists."
"Whatever their motives, one thing is certain."
A hint of bitterness flashed through Lü Yongchang's eyes. "To this two-dimensional lifeform, we're nothing more than a pawn."
"But even a pawn needs to have value."
"With our current strength, we don't even qualify as a pawn."
"So..."
As he spoke, Lü Yongchang glanced at the holographic projection before him. His facial muscles tightened, and he resolutely pressed send.
"Since we can't resist,"
"we might as well use this opportunity to strengthen Human