A few minutes earlier.
At the very moment all six Two-Dimensional Fragments erupted at once.
Inside the Artificial Planet near the Milky Way Galaxy's central black hole, piercing alarms suddenly blared!
"What happened?!"
Sweeper 9527 abandoned his earlier languor, straightened up, and looked at the miniature light screen that was continuously sounding the alarm.
With a movement of his tentacles, the miniature light screen rapidly expanded until its information was clearly displayed before everyone.
"Probe number 912133165 was destroyed?"
Sweeper 9527 froze for a moment. As the activity lights on the memory storage device outside his thought organ flashed rapidly, the memory slowly surfaced in his mind. "That was... the probe sent to retrieve the Two-Dimensional Fragments?"
"Yes, sir."
His subordinate's voice was filled with tension.
Sweeper 9527 had assigned the mission to him. Now that it had failed, as the one responsible, he would naturally face the corresponding punishment.
At the very least, his bonus was probably gone.
"What exactly happened?" A trace of confusion flashed through Sweeper 9527's eyes as he said gravely, "A mere low-level civilization couldn't possibly destroy our probe."
His subordinate did not answer immediately. His tentacles swept rapidly back and forth across the light screen before him.
As he worked, vast amounts of data flashed across the screen.
Suddenly, his subordinate stopped.
"Sir, there was an unexpected development."
"Hmm?" Sweeper 9527's pitch rose slightly. "Did the Gardener Faction interfere? Is [Hua] still alive?"
As he spoke, he opened a light screen with his tentacles, preparing to report the anomaly to the Parent Civilization.
"No, that's not it," his subordinate hurriedly denied. "The problem lies with that Human Civilization."
"They aren't a low-level civilization."
"According to the mission logs transmitted by the probe, Human Civilization has already mastered antimatter application technology. They no longer fall