Deep Space Wandering Fleet-Chapter 233 Precious First-Hand Information

According to the human point of view, the starting point of the Gleize Civilization was truly terrible! Although life was very comfortable and easy during the Primitive Era, continuing development became extremely difficult.

Zhang Yuan shook his head, "The enormous typhoons omnipresent on Mother Star limited the development of surface industry. The physiological conditions also determined that most of the time had to be spent in dormancy. According to the human perspective, it really couldn’t get any worse."

Captain Zhao sighed, "Zhang Yuan, where do you get the confidence to pity other civilizations? From the perspective of other advanced civilizations, isn’t our starting point also terrible? Just like that Zero-XZ, with an extra dimension right from the start, capable of cracking computers and even biological electricity—what an advantage!"

"Civilizations with higher starting points than ours in the universe might be more numerous than all the rice you will eat in your lifetime. It’s just that these shortcomings, if not compared, we ourselves would never realize, even take them for granted."

The atmosphere became silent for a while.

It must be admitted, what Captain Zhao said was probably true.

Watching the shuttle carrying five astronauts officially take off, the blue plasma flame burst out dazzling blue light, Zhang Yuan let out a long sigh, hoping that this diplomatic journey would proceed smoothly.

And wishing those brave diplomats could bring back valuable firsthand information.

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A stable civilization, unless it destroys itself or encounters irresistible natural disasters, could last for a very long time.

One hundred thousand years, a million years, or even ten million years is not surprising!

Just like the ancient ape era of humans, a million years of stagnation was but a brief moment.

And a civilization’s rapid rise period is much shorter compared to its stagnation period, maybe ten thousand years, or a thousand years, or even just a mere hundred years...

Prosperity leads to decline, extremes are bound to be reversed; this is a statistical law.

Calculating based on the duration ratios of rise and stable periods, the vast majority of low-level civilizations in the universe have already entered a period of stability, mostly in a state of mediocrity, unable to even leave their own galaxies, with only a few becoming true interstellar civilizations.

That is to say, in such an expansive starry sky, most civilizations are engaged in a meaningless cycle.

A year before and a year after, a million years before and a million years after, a billion years before and a billion years after, observing at any of these time points would yield almost the same conclusion.

Because these civilizations simply do not undergo change!

The setting sun cast a fiery red across the clouds.

Friction with the air drew a white jet trail from the spaceship.

This area was an eternal twilight, more radiant red than Earth’s twilight when there were no typhoons.

Looking at the view outside the window, Wang Junpeng suddenly missed those days on Mother Star, when his gambler father, holding a bottle, would get terribly drunk after losing and finally have his son carry him back.

This subtle emotion made him feel inexplicably nostalgic.

It was not really nostalgia, just a memory...

Earth... really is a rough world.

"Splash!"

Suddenly, all the passengers shook violently.

At that moment, the shuttle released a huge Deceleration Umbrella, beginning to slow down.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please note, in about two hours, we will reach the designated location on the ground."

This shuttle had been adjusted for over half a year and already had enough power to travel between planets and space.

The diplomatic mission included five diplomats, one spaceship pilot, and an older professor; the rest were all young, newly trained diplomats.

"Don’t be nervous, we have the support of our entire civilization behind us!" the old professor said with a smile, his mood evidently quite good, "And we’ve already made contact with the Glizerians, haven’t we?"

"I’m not nervous... it’s just my first time being a hero, so I’m a bit excited!" Wang Junpeng quickly responded.

"Being a hero isn’t so easy! If you’re not careful, you might end up looking like a fool." Hearing their banter, everyone laughed, and the tension eased considerably.

As the first group of interstellar diplomats, as long as they didn’t mess things up too badly, they were sure to be recorded in the annals of history and remembered forever!

Two hours later, with a soft "bang," the spaceship successfully landed in a relatively flat area.

After the cabin door opened, Wang Junpeng, dressed in his space suit, was the first to step onto the surface of the planet.

Looking into the distance, he saw a vast plain. The ground was covered with some yellow, mushroom-like plants that retracted into the ground when touched, similar to the mimosa plant. This reaction was also a way to cope with the frequent typhoons.

Due to the slow rate of energy release from anaerobic respiration, all the animals and insects here grew very slowly. On the other hand, under eternal illumination, plants grew quite rapidly, so as long as one wasn’t picky, there was little risk of starvation.

Wang Junpeng looked up, squinting at the orange-red Sun. Due to its proximity to the Constant Star, it appeared huge like a millstone, with a light intensity dimmer than Earth’s dusk.

The surface temperature was about 11 degrees Celsius. The gravity was slightly heavy, like carrying a sandbag.

Living on this planet... seemed not bad at all, perfectly matching an artist’s imagination of an Alien Planet.

"Everyone, please help gather the Deceleration Umbrellas, we need to move on."

"Understood!"

There was no time for sentimentality, as the calm period of the weather lasted only half a day, and strong winds would start soon. Everyone hurriedly packed up the massive Deceleration Umbrellas and then returned to the shuttle, heading towards their ultimate destination.

As a series of ground tremors occurred, a few deep tire tracks were marked on the weed-covered ground...

In 200,000 years, the Glizerians had built a vast and complex Underground City beneath the surface of this Planet, with the deepest areas reaching two kilometers.

Wang Junpeng even thought this civilization was a bit cowardly. Considering things from their perspective, their choices were quite peculiar... But as a genuine human, he wished they were even more cowardly, as that would allow humans to gain more advantages in the exchange.

"First, let me remind everyone that we are not here to profit but to comprehensively assess the strengths and weaknesses of this civilization," the old professor spoke up.

"According to scientists’ assumptions, they might have already reached the final phase of their civilization, hence the lack of any will to fight..."

"But an assumption is merely an assumption. Maintaining humility and caution is more important. No one knows if they still have the capacity to fight... We don’t need to engage in a major battle with them. We’ve already wasted too much time building weapons. Continuing this way isn’t beneficial for our entire civilization, even if we win, what would it really achieve?"

The others all nodded.

Half an hour later, the shuttle reached a specific platform, which was the launch site of a Rocket. Soon after, the area shook, kicking up lots of dust. It seemed like it had not been maintained for years, and the machinery made a great rumbling noise.

Wang Junpeng and the others were not panicked, merely waiting quietly. Once the platform descended into the Underground City, they could clearly see the entire city’s layout.

It was barely clean, to say the least.

Like a complex underground labyrinth, the corridors were typically only 1.7 meters high, the tallest being just two meters, barely passable for humans to walk through.

A few Glizerians were already quietly waiting in the plaza.

"Friends from human civilization, welcome to our planet."

Having already interacted with these Pangolins for a long time on the spaceship, Wang Junpeng was not unfamiliar. He boldly performed a greeting from their culture: bending at the waist, one hand behind his back, the other hand by his ear.

He formally said, "Friends of the Glize Civilization, thank you for your welcome... This is a small gift from our leader, we hope you will like it."

It was a booklet about human civilization’s art, including some Western oil paintings and Eastern ink paintings. According to Glizerian etiquette, it was a very friendly gift.

"Please, follow us." After the leader politely accepted the booklet, he beckoned.