“Seer?” Melos looked suspicious. Suddenly, a stranger popped up out of nowhere, came to his door without warning, and claimed he could foresee the future. He had never seen this kind of routine before. What the hell was this?!

Melos was dubious and skeptical. His first reaction was disbelief. He looked amused and said, "You can see through the future, so do you know what I'm going to eat for breakfast tomorrow?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe my identity, just listen, and time will verify whether what I say is correct."

Han Xiao ignored Melos's jest and began his performance. He pretended to be profound, his tone unpredictable, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"The conflict is already apparent. Before long, the guardian deity of your race will split. From then on, Sunil's dream of revival will be forever shattered. Calamities will exhaust your resources and hope, and you will only be able to seek assistance, thus embarking on the path of vassalage and becoming an affiliated race of other advanced civilizations. Your people will be scattered to live in different cities, the centripetal force will gradually disappear, you will eke out a living and depend on the strong, slowly losing your heritage and spirit, your past will become words recorded in the textbooks and history books of advanced civilizations, and your descendants will only be able to understand the history of their race through words, becoming another declining race in the vast universe..."

His wording was deliberately ambiguous. Predictions should give people a vague and hazy feeling, so that when it actually happens, recalling the prediction will produce a feeling of sudden realization or regret. Han Xiao naturally understood the future direction of the Sunil race. This race did not perish in the physical sense, but in another form of "extinction."

Spirit, culture, thought, history—these are the foundations accumulated by a race from the ignorant to the wise evolutionary process. Thinking in stages of development, drawing conclusions that belong to the race itself, these invisible things allow a race to be called a "civilization," like the foundation of a building, is the resonance of all individuals of a race, supporting the pillar of national cohesion. Beasts are also divided into different races, but no one ever calls them "civilizations."

The Sunil race is a civilization in distress. Supers are their guardian deities. The race is grateful for their dedication, but does not have the surplus resources to reward them. They must rely on Supers to recover their vitality, but it is precisely the endless dedication that gradually brings contradictions to the surface. In his previous life, some Supers could no longer endure it, felt they had done their utmost, and chose to abandon their country and family, pursuing "freedom," abandoning the race they regarded as a burden, and indulging in pleasure in the starry sky, regarding it as their new home.

The Sunil race was greatly affected. Originally, each time they experienced calamities, the losses were still acceptable, and the strength of the race was still slowly recovering. The higher-ups hoped for the day when the hard times would come to an end, but when the race's guardian deity split, their situation plummeted. The losses from calamities began to outweigh the race's accumulation, becoming increasingly difficult.

The Sunil race did not have enough resources to migrate, so they could only seek help, but even if they had enough resources, they would not do so. Various evil forces lurked in interstellar space. A civilization in distress was a fragrant prey. Leaving Godora's protection, greater dangers would follow, such as large scavengers, slave traders, and so on. There were many such examples: slave traders with strong backing would take action to exterminate a race, only retaining a certain number of individuals, using "extinct species" as a reason to drive up prices. There were also evil factions that exterminated races in order to complete a certain ritual or simply gain a sense of satisfaction.

Order maintains the basic balance of the universe, but cannot expel all evil.

In the end, the Sunil race accepted Godora's military assistance and migrated again. Godora dispersed and resettled the Sunil people, dispatching long-term troops to "protect" them. With the various targeted policies implemented by Godora and the passage of time, the Sunil people were assimilated, and the Sunil "civilization" disappeared.

The three major galactic civilizations agreed on a treaty prohibiting the invasion of lower civilizations, but the war never ended, only without the smoke of gunpowder. The carnival, bustle, and order of the universe are just appearances, secretly hiding the ambitions of civilizations that are either flamboyant or forbearing. Every civilization harbors the fantasy of becoming a hegemon. It is not allowed to conquer lower civilizations through war, so they assimilate them. Even civilizations in the order camp are not benevolent men and women. Even Godora, which advocates pure bloodlines, will cultivate vassal races.

The rise and fall of your civilization is your own business. You want to continue your race, but others don't care and will take the opportunity to fleece you. Every day, a race or civilization will perish somewhere in the universe. What does it matter if there is one more of you? At most, they will send someone to record the history of this race, turning it into after-dinner gossip, or an optional record.

Some interstellar programs like to report on the plight of civilizations, the selling point is to arouse the resonance and sympathy of the audience, but expecting others to put compassion into action is a very slim hope. Individuals have emotions and desires, and sometimes make emotional decisions, but magnified to a civilization, a race, only interests are eternal. In the final analysis, the Sunil race is just one of thousands of ordinary civilizations, and does not have the qualifications to be treated specially. Moreover, this is the Shattered Star Ring, the edge of the visible universe, remote, barren, and the active population is scavengers, castaways, mercenaries, and other practical people like vultures.

What's more, DarkStar attacks various lower civilizations in order to make them consume Godora's resources. If a civilization in distress manages to break away from Godora and become self-reliant, and restores its vitality, how can DarkStar sit idly by and watch a Godora ally be born.

Han Xiao told Melos these things in vague terms, so that he could understand that the future of the Sunil race was bleak.

"Why are you telling me this? Do you think I look like I'm interested?" Melos was indifferent, tilted his head back and took a sip of wine, looking every bit like a drunkard who didn't care if the world ended tomorrow, but just wanted to enjoy the present.

"Because I see your ending, and many things can be avoided," Han Xiao said with a slight smile.

Melos put down his glass and asked curiously, "What is my ending?"

Although he didn't believe that Han Xiao was a so-called seer, most people would be curious about their future. Just now, Han Xiao had spoken so eloquently, and Melos really wanted to know how this guy would "predict" his destiny.

Han Xiao stopped, smiled, and said, "When you believe I'm a seer, I'll tell you."

"I already believe you," Melos quickly changed his tune.

"If you really believe me, I welcome you to come to me on your own initiative in the future."

Han Xiao smiled slyly, this set of tricks didn't work on him.

Melos is the protagonist of the Sunil race's storyline. Based on this person's experience, Han Xiao believes that there is a chance to abduct this protagonist. The current Melos is still a drunkard who escapes from reality, and cannot bear the style of being a "story protagonist." His "role" has not yet unfolded, and Technician Han's pretending to be a ghost is specifically aimed at Melos's future changes, leaving a deep impression.

His own camp cannot have only one "NPC," and must expand its cadres. Melos is the first test target.

At this moment, a quarrel suddenly broke out in the corner of the bar. One of them was potbellied and obviously drunk. He had a conflict with his drinking buddy next to him. They seemed to be talking about the survival of the race, and a conflict arose because of differences of opinion.

The drinking buddy angrily said, "You don't know anything, this is all Godora's plan, deliberately moving us to a dangerous planet, how could they not know the real environment of this planet! Godora just wants us to beg them!"