A month later.
Aboard the Earth.
Inside his Deep-Sea Pod, a hint of confusion appeared in Lü Yongchang's eyes.
In the holographic projection before him, the folds on the gray "canvas" covering the dark red star's surface had reached their maximum density!
Yet this scene had remained unchanged for five whole days!
Could it be...
Was its claim that it was about to die nothing but a lie?
As that thought surfaced, Lü Yongchang's heart lurched.
If it really was a lie, what was it after?
Was Human Civilization truly bait to lure the Cleaners?
His mind was in turmoil, complicated thoughts racing up from its depths.
The next moment, something changed abruptly!
At that very moment.
On Proxima b.
Ren Feng stood at the front of the assembly hall, excitement shining in his eyes.
That day, he had been elected the first Head Councillor of the human civilization on Proxima b.
Beside him stood Zhang Zhengqing, his expression composed.
Just like Ren Feng.
After weathering the recent crisis, Zhang Zhengqing had distinguished himself from the crowd and been elected the first Chief Scientist of the human civilization on Proxima b.
Ren Feng cleared his throat softly and spoke into the microphone before him.
"My fellow citizens, thank you for your trust in me."
"I hope that, in the days ahead..."
As he listened to Ren Feng's address, a trace of helplessness appeared in Zhang Zhengqing's eyes.
He was still thinking about all the material he had yet to finish reading!
Ross 154.
On the surface of the gray "canvas," the folds rippled ever more violently.
Readings from the probes on Ross 2 showed that the temperature near the gray "canvas" had plummeted!
Despite being on the star's surface, Hua's temperature rapidly fell to around 173 degrees Celsius!