"Miniature... Dyson Cloud construction technology?!"
Qian Zhenhua shot out of his chair as though a powerful electric current had surged through his entire body!
He rose so abruptly that the old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses he had worn for nearly thirty years slipped down to the tip of his nose with a clack.
The old academician did not even bother pushing them back up. His hands trembled as he grabbed the holographic documents, his face almost pressing into the flickering screen.
Across the screen, countless immensely complex gravitational deflection matrices, stellar corona capture layer topology diagrams, high-dimensional magnetic confinement conduit architectures, and all manner of formulas and data poured down like a vast river of stars.
"Hiss-"
As Qian Zhenhua read, he sucked in a sharp breath, his chest heaving.
"The Stellar Toroidal Deployment Array... Adaptive Light-Pressure Energy-Absorbing Sails... this, this is putting a cage directly around a star!"
As a towering authority in Great Xia's physics community, he could see at a glance the terrifying power these formulas represented.
Great Xia was still scrimping on the output of its nuclear fusion power stations, cutting civilian electricity consumption to the absolute minimum just to scrape together enough antimatter for a single shot from the Planet-Buster Cannon.
Yet this technology taught you how to latch straight onto a star's neck and drink its blood by the mouthful!
"It's real... the underlying gravitational constant model fits perfectly. There isn't a single gap in the logical loop!"
Qian Zhenhua took off his glasses and wiped them haphazardly on his white coat, his eyes crimson from extreme congestion.
"Heaven has finally shown us mercy... this isn't technical assistance. They've thrown a ticket to a second-level civilization straight in Great Xia's face!"
"The Kona Civilization said before that it believed this universe followed the dark forest principle.