In the small park near Han Lang's house, the three of them were eating roujiamo and drinking hot chocolate, just like when they first met two years ago.
However, no marauders dared to approach Earth anymore. The rise of the Federation Air Force had brought peace and tranquility that Earth had yearned for for many years. With one Wyvern class and three Dark Axe class aircraft carriers, the Earth Air Force could be ranked among the top three hundred in the Alliance Fleet.
Han Lang ate his roujiamo and looked at the people exercising in the small park. When he was a child, Han Lang remembered that the old people exercising in the park all looked worried. They were worried about the future of the earth and the jobs of their descendants.
But now, the haze surrounding Earth had dissipated, and there was sunshine on their faces. They were no longer discussing whether their children could not find jobs, but whether they should join the Federation Air Force or the Federation Engineering Corps.
"The statue holding the bronze bull looks like Pang Zuolin," Han Lang said, pointing at the stone statue in the middle of the road.
"It's him. If it weren't for your permission, the city would have been filled with your sculptures. When we were young, we grew up listening to Clark's stories. Now, the children are all listening to the stories of the tough Han Lang. My nephew knows that you and I are classmates, and he keeps asking to see you," Li Qi said with a smile.
The damn fatty Chen Zhong also laughed, saying that Han Lang was now the hero of Earth. However, the topic suddenly changed as Chen Zhong asked curiously, "Brother, is there a problem? You've always been so busy that you don't even go home. Why do you suddenly have time? "
Han Lang smiled bitterly. "Because I realized that I've been busy for nothing. The Galaxy Alliance has their own system, and a small character like me can't do anything about it. So, I came back. As an Earthling, taking care of my own people is the most important thing. As for those outside of Earth, saving them is God's job, not mine."
Anyone could hear the sadness in Han Lang's voice, but since he refused to say it, Li Qi and Chen Zhong did not continue asking. They knew very well that the smile on Han Lang's face was actually an act. All the stress was hidden deep in his heart.
"Do you want to come to my house?" Han Lang invited Li Qi and Chen Zhong.
Chen Zhong laughed heartlessly. Han Lang asked him why he laughed, but Chen Zhong refused to tell him.
After leaving the small park and turning a corner, it was the residential area where Han Lang used to live.
There was actually a queue outside the residential area, and the residential area sign was covered by a larger bronze sign. On it were the words "Han Lang's Former Residence".
Han Lang frowned and said, "What do you mean by former residence? Firstly, I'm not dead yet. Secondly, this is still my only house on Earth. I haven't moved yet. "
Li Qi said, "You can't blame anyone for that. I heard that when you lived here in the past, many people came to visit every day, causing chaos in the neighborhood. The government had no choice but to keep the neighborhood in order. After some time, it really became a tourist attraction."
.....
Han Lang had no choice but to accept the fact that his home had become a tourist attraction. He stayed in the hotel for a night and met his former classmates and friends. The next day, he left Shanghai at noon and went to the NASCAR base.
This wasteland was still the same as before, but there were many more large buildings. With the expansion of Earth's army, more and more soldiers would come here, and it gradually developed into a city dominated by soldiers.
Han Lang met many people he needed to meet here, such as the Big Three, Clark, Old Mo, and so on.
However, Han Lang did not tell anyone about his worries, and he still talked and laughed. Now, the flagship production line had reached the speed of producing a Dark Axe every two months, which made Han Lang very excited.
After the first two days of frequent meetings, Han Lang locked himself up. He rarely saw guests and did not participate in the Federation's military or political meetings. He focused on his own training and research.
Han Lang got the news from the Three Addicts that the Protector was coming to Earth soon. Han Lang was a little excited about meeting this legendary figure in the Milky Way.
However, Han Lang also knew that the Protector had no way of affecting the Milky Way Alliance's attitude. Otherwise, he would not have been expelled many years ago because he proposed the shocking theory of the Milky Way's collapse.
About a week after Han Lang returned to Earth, the Protector arrived as scheduled. He was escorted by a small fleet with a group of his students, as well as many guards that Han Lang could tell were top experts.
On an uninhabited island in the tropics, Han Lang met the Protector.
This was an old man who was blind. Although he did not have eyes, he still had excellent insight into his surroundings. When he got off the spaceship and came to this white beach, he did not need anyone's help.
A row of reclining chairs and umbrellas, freshly squeezed juice, and ice cubes. This was how Han Lang received the Protector.
Half lying on the chair, the Protector smiled and said, "Your hometown is a very beautiful place. Looking at your state, it seems like you're on vacation?"
Han Lang said, "You can say that. After getting used to being busy, I suddenly have some free time. I'm slowly getting used to this kind of lifestyle. However, you don't look like you're on vacation. You brought so many people with you, and they all look worried."
The Protector said, "Don't blame them. I've already thought it through. They haven't."
"What have you thought through?" Han Lang asked curiously.
The Protector kept him in suspense. "Tell me first, what do you think of the Alliance."
Han Lang let out a long sigh and looked at the coastline in the distance. He said in a low voice, "The disease is incurable."
The Protector clapped his hands gently. "Yes, this is also something I've thought through. It's not appropriate to use surgery to save a patient with a terminal illness. We should give him a placebo."
"You might also know that my people and I have been working hard to save this Alliance. We have done a lot of work for this, but now, I suddenly realize that the Alliance is incurable. This makes me feel much more relaxed. No matter what, it's impossible to save a patient who will definitely die."
Han Lang curled his lips. "You didn't come all the way to Earth to tell me this, right?"
"Of course not," the Protector said. "I'm here to invite you to join my Butterfly Plan."
Han Lang said calmly, "I'm all ears."
The Protector said, "I got someone to investigate your experience and found out that the reason why you're where you are today is because you have a persistent belief in your heart. You want to protect your hometown and save your compatriots."
"But now, I think you should be a little disheartened, right? After you finally understand the decay of the Alliance. "
Han Lang said, "I'm indeed a little disappointed. Humans aren't the strongest species in the universe. Facing the unknown universe, we can only keep moving forward and fighting. Only then can we survive. Coveting a comfortable life will only lead us to our deaths."
The Protector nodded. "I agree with your point of view. Only the most cautious and persistent people are qualified to live in this universe. So, I'm here to give you a choice."
"Your obsession is to protect your hometown and save your compatriots. Obviously, with the return of the prehistoric civilization, you can't do both at the same time. If you join my Butterfly Plan, you won't be able to protect your hometown, but you can save your compatriots and let the 15 billion people on Earth survive this catastrophe."
Han Lang was slightly stunned. He frowned and listened carefully.
"Everyone thinks that I used a vector model to predict the destruction of the Milky Way Galaxy, but that's wrong. I'm not a prophet, just a mathematician. Back then, a friend of mine told me about this. I didn't believe it, so I created a set of vector model algorithms to calculate the prophecy he told me."
"As you can guess, I calculated the same result as his prophecy. That's why I built a shelter in the Forgotten Land and became the Protector."
"My friend also gave me a location. He said that it was a very hidden ultra-long-distance natural wormhole. Through that wormhole, you can reach a distant but safe star field."
Han Lang was stunned and said in surprise, "The Butterfly Plan is to leave the Milky Way Galaxy and go to another star field to live?"
The Protector said noncommittally, "You're right, but that's only part of the plan. In the absence of other choices, we can only choose to preserve the bloodline of the human race. Only when humans continue in the vast universe will there be hope for everything."
Han Lang asked in a deep voice, "How far is the star field from the Milky Way Galaxy?"
"15 million light-years."
Phew ~
Han Lang let out a long sigh. The diameter of the entire Milky Way Galaxy was only 120,000 light years. Living 15 million light years away was really far. If there were no natural wormholes, even the fastest spaceship would need a total of 57 years to reach that place.
Even the most famous explorer family in the Milky Way, the Maple Leaf Family, had never been to such a faraway place.
"How many people will be willing to migrate to the new Star Field?" Han Lang asked again.
"Not too much." The Protector smiled bitterly. "Without the support of the Alliance, if we spread the news that the Milky Way is about to perish, not only will it violate the law, but we will also be regarded as lunatics by the vast majority of people. After all, humans have been living comfortably in the Milky Way for too long."
"My compatriots are still desperately learning new technologies and technologies, preparing to go all out and improve the level of Earth's civilization," Han Lang said in a self-deprecating manner.
"Participating in the Butterfly Plan can also improve the level of Earth's civilization. As you know, there are many masters with top-level skills in the Forgotten Land," the Protector said.
Han Lang smiled and said, "Those people …"
Han Lang wanted to say that there were no good people in the Forgotten Realm, but he suddenly changed his mind and his eyes lit up.
Good people?
What was a good person?
The Three Addicts could not be considered good people, but they were truly masters with top-level skills. Han Lang could live to this day because he walked the wrong path and learned many skills that were explicitly prohibited by the Alliance.
From Han Lang's point of view, this wrong path was the right one!
Although he was despised by the Alliance, what supported Han Lang to live to this day was drugs, the Combined Beasts, the Robot Technology, and the Forbidden Arts!
If he participated in the Butterfly Plan, wouldn't it be equivalent to pushing all the people on Earth onto the same evil path as him?
Jumping out of the various restrictions of the Alliance and directly learning from the most notorious guys in the Alliance was not necessarily a bad way for the weak Earth. If they wanted to survive in the dark jungle of the universe, it was not enough to abide by the law, they had to be ruthless enough!
"Don't rush to answer me. After all, this is an important decision that concerns 15 billion people on Earth." Although the Protector was blind, he could hear Han Lang's accelerated heartbeat. He said in a low voice, "This is a huge plan. For this, I have to make a lot of preparations. Now I must go. If you have made a decision, contact me again."
"However, I still have to remind you that there is not much time left for us."
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