"You..."
Zhang Zhengqing's eyes widened sharply, filled with confusion. "What exactly are you trying to do?"
Ren Feng narrowed his slightly wrinkled eyes. "Help them perfect the Tailed-Off Plan."
"You must have noticed."
"There's a flaw in their selection of people for the Tailed-Off Plan."
Zhang Zhengqing fell silent for a moment, then nodded with difficulty.
"Perhaps they couldn't bear to sacrifice the younger generation. Almost everyone selected for the Tailed-Off Plan belongs to the older generation."
"That isn't the population structure a normal civilization should have."
"Forget fooling those advanced civilizations. They couldn't even fool us."
Ren Feng murmured to himself, "It's understandable. The younger generation is a civilization's hope, after all."
"Sacrificing the older generation would have been fine before, but now, it's nowhere near enough."
Zhang Zhengqing's lips moved, but no words came out.
"Besides, they chose Dawn Star as the site for the Tailed-Off Plan." Ren Feng shook his head. "That's no good."
"They just won a war. Why would they suddenly be wiped out by a Two-Dimensional Fragment?"
"That makes no sense..."
"...You mean we should use Proxima b as the site for the Tailed-Off Plan?" Zhang Zhengqing's voice was extremely hoarse.
Ren Feng said nothing. He merely glanced at Zhang Zhengqing.
Zhang Zhengqing shuddered violently.
What kind of look was that?!
Coldness, disappointment, helplessness... yet deep within it lay a trace of hope!
Fear flickered in Zhang Zhengqing's eyes, and words of protest rose to his lips.
But several images surfaced involuntarily in his mind.
The day the Primary Star gradually dimmed, Proxima b became a ball of ice, and the surrounding resources dwindled.
The day reforms on Proxima Centauri failed, plunging it into war.
The day the younger generation stopped looking up at the stars and turned their gazes toward the little space