"Foreseer?" Herlous had a suspicious look on his face. Suddenly, a stranger came to him without warning and said that he could foresee the future. He had never seen this before. What the hell?
Herlous was skeptical. His first reaction was disbelief. With a playful expression, he said, "You can foresee the future. Then, do you know what I'm going to eat tomorrow?"
"It's fine if you don't believe my identity. Just listen. Time will tell if I'm right."
Han Xiao ignored Herlous' teasing and started his own performance. He pretended to be profound and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "The conflict has already begun.
"Contradictions have already appeared. It won't be long before the Guardian Gods of your race split. From then on, the dream of Sunil's revival will be shattered forever. The Catastrophe will exhaust your resources and hope, and you can only seek help. From then on, you will walk the path of vassals, becoming a vassal race of other advanced civilizations. Your people were scattered to different cities to live, and your unity gradually disappeared. You struggled at death's door, relying on the strong, and slowly losing your heritage and spirit. Your past became words, recorded in the textbooks and history books of the higher civilizations. Your descendants could only understand the history of your race through words, becoming another withered race in the vast universe … "
He purposely used ambiguous words. The purpose of a prediction was to give people a vague and hazy feeling. When it really happened, they would feel enlightened or regretful when they recalled the prediction. Han Xiao naturally understood the future of Sunil. This race would not be destroyed physically, but it was another form of 'destruction'.
Spirit, culture, thoughts, history — these were the foundation of a race's evolution from ignorance to wisdom. Thinking through the development process, they would come up with answers that belonged to the race itself. These things that could not be seen or touched allowed a race to be called a 'civilization'. They were like the foundation of a building, the resonance of all the members of a race, the pillars that supported the unity of the race. Beasts were also divided into different races, but no one had ever called them a 'civilization'.
The Sunil race was a civilization that had fallen on hard times, and the Supers were their guardians. The race was grateful for their contributions, but they did not have the extra resources to reward them. They had to rely on the Supers to recover their vitality. However, it was the endless contributions that caused the conflicts to gradually surface. In Han Xiao's previous life, some of the Supers could not hold it in anymore. They felt that they had done enough and chose to abandon their country and home in search of 'freedom'. They abandoned the race that they saw as a burden and indulged in sex in space, seeing it as their new home.
The Sunil Race had suffered a huge blow. Originally, every time they went through a Catastrophe, the losses were still acceptable. The race's strength was still slowly recovering, and the upper echelons were looking forward to the day when the hard times were over. However, when the Guardian of the race split up, their situation took a dive. The losses from the Catastrophes started to exceed the accumulation of the race, and it became harder and harder for them.
Sunil did not have enough resources to migrate, so they could only ask for help. However, even if they had enough resources, they would not do so. There were all kinds of evil organizations circling the galaxy, and the fallen civilizations were delicious prey. After leaving Godora's protection, greater dangers would follow, such as large-scale scavengers, slave traders, and so on. There were many examples like this: slave traders with strong backing would exterminate an entire race, leaving only a certain number of individuals, and using the reason of 'extinct species' as a reason to increase the price. There were also cases of evil factions exterminating races to complete some kind of ritual or simply to obtain satisfaction.
Order maintained the basic balance of the universe, but it could not expel all evil.
In the end, the Sunil Race accepted Godora's military aid and migrated again. Godora scattered the Sunil Race and sent long-term garrison troops to 'protect' them. As Godora implemented various targeted strategies and the effects of time, the Sunil Race was assimilated, and the Sunil 'civilization' was destroyed.
The three Universal Civilizations had an agreement to not invade low-level civilizations, but the war never ended. It was just that there was no smoke. The carnival, bustling, and orderly universe was just the surface. Hidden in the dark were the ambitions of various civilizations. Every civilization had the dream of becoming the overlord. Since they were not allowed to use war to conquer low-level civilizations, they would assimilate them. Even the civilizations of the lawful faction were not kind people. Even Godora, which worshipped the pure-blooded theory, would cultivate vassal races.
The rise and fall of your civilization was your own business. You wanted to continue your race, but others did not care and would take the opportunity to take advantage of you. Every day, a race or civilization would be destroyed in some corner of the universe. So what if you were one more? At most, they would send someone to record the history of the race, and it would become a topic of conversation or a dispensable record.
Some galactic shows liked to report on the plight of civilizations, and the selling point was to make the audience resonate and sympathize with them. However, expecting people to put their sympathy into action was a very slim hope. Individuals had emotions and would sometimes make emotional decisions, but when it came to a civilization and a race, only benefits were eternal. In the end, the Sunil Race was just one of the thousands of normal civilizations and did not have the right to be treated specially. Furthermore, this was the Shattered Star Ring, the edge of the visible universe. It was remote and uncivilized, and the active people were scavengers, abandoned people, mercenaries, and so on.
Furthermore, Dark-star attacked the low-level civilizations to make them exhaust Godora's resources. If a civilization in distress could leave Godora and become independent and recover their strength, Dark-star would not sit still and watch a Godora ally be born.
Han Xiao told Herlous all this in vague terms, letting him understand that the future of the Sunil Race was bleak.
"Why are you telling me something like this? Do you think I'm interested?" Herlous casually raised his head and drank a mouthful of wine. He looked like a drunkard who did not care if the world ended tomorrow. He could drink today and get drunk tomorrow.
"Because I saw your ending. A lot of things can be avoided." Han Xiao smiled.
Herlous put down the wine glass and curiously asked, "What's my ending?"
Although he did not believe that Han Xiao was a prophet, most people would be curious about their own future. Han Xiao had made a lot of sense just now, so Herlous really wanted to know how this guy would 'predict' his fate.
Han Xiao stopped, smiled, and said, "When you believe that I'm a prophet, I'll tell you."
"I already believe it." Herlous quickly changed his words.
"If you really believe it, I welcome you to come find me in the future."
Han Xiao smiled. Shamelessness did not work on him.
Herlous was the main character of the Sunil Race's storyline. According to this person's experience, Han Xiao felt that there was a chance that he could abduct this main character. Herlous was still a drunkard who wanted to escape from reality, so he could not afford to be the main character of the storyline. His' part 'had not started yet. Han Technician had purposely done this to target the changes in Herlous' future and leave a deep impression.
Han Xiao could not only have himself as the only 'NPC' in his faction. He had to expand the number of officers, and Herlous was the first target.
At this time, an argument suddenly sounded in the corner of the bar. One of them had a big belly and was obviously drunk. He had a conflict with the drinking buddy next to him. They seemed to be talking about the survival of the race and had different opinions.
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