The central black hole region of the Milky Way Galaxy.
The artificial Planetary Fortress hovered in the emptiness of space as usual.
Inside the Planetary Fortress, the atmosphere was tense.
Sweeper 9527 sat up straight, his gaze fixed on the information on the light screen.
"[Hua] is dead?"
"Human Civilization..."
He sank into thought.
With [Hua] dead, what would become of the mission assigned by the Parent Civilization?
"Sir, the comparison results are in," a subordinate's voice came from beside him.
"Speak." Sweeper 9527's expression did not change. "What are the results?"
"The similarity exceeds 99%!"
A trace of excitement crept into the subordinate's voice. "We can be virtually certain that this Human Civilization is the low-level civilization we encountered in the KZQXD771 Stellar System (Ross 154)!"
Sweeper 9527 swept a tentacle across the light screen.
After checking repeatedly, he said slowly, "We have the coordinates. Send a warship there."
At that point, Sweeper 9527 paused briefly. "If you can find [Hua]'s 'corpse,' bring it back."
"Even a Two-Dimensional Fragment will do."
"As long as we have a research sample, the Parent Civilization will be able to accelerate its research considerably."
"Understood." The subordinate nodded and turned to issue the order.
A new light screen automatically appeared beside Sweeper 9527.
He glanced at it instinctively.
"Wait!"
"Don't send a warship." Sweeper 9527 hurriedly stopped the subordinate. "I remember probe number 912133165 is in that region. Just send it over."
"Sir, only a probe?" The subordinate froze for a moment, stopping mid-action.
Sweeper 9527 slowly shook his head. "There's no need to send a warship."
"Although the information doesn't explicitly state Human Civilization's technological level, just over two hundred years ago, they were merely a minor level two civilization."
"Now... they're a level three civilization at most."
As he spoke, his