My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!-Chapter 714 - 441: The Divine of Nerves_2

This move immediately drew the heightened attention of all the major powers.

The greatest threat disappeared from their world, and he most likely would never return to Earth in this lifetime. Competitors naturally rejoiced and celebrated!

Some said it was Wanwu Holding playing a grand chess game, while others thought it was a great adventure gambled with all their wealth and lives.

There were even those who spread various rumors... The conspiracy theories about being "driven away" surged.

However, people quickly shut their mouths, because on the next two migrant starships, two more "carriages" went up as well...

Selling assets, selling technology, investing all funds and resources into the so-called mad Mars immigration plan...

Countless media outlets praised Wanwu Holding for loading all their core executives onto the starships, a gamble akin to a gambler’s, as the most capitalistic romantic adventure in the history of human space exploration.

But no one knew that this migration... had nothing to do with any kind of romanticism.

Behind it lay only the cold and cruel laws of survival.

Even though technology had reached the threshold for mass migration to Mars, the limited time and resources meant this would be a "civilization great escape" abandoning the vast majority of humanity...

Until the last moment of the rocket launch, I still hoped that this plan would never truly be executed.

However, the development of the situation did not shift due to my insignificant will...

...

Countries seemed to take great pleasure in Wanwu Holding’s adventure (departure).

No matter if it was the first expedition ship or the subsequent starships, all spacecraft launches went exceptionally smoothly.

In 2043, as the most inconspicuous ordinary "lucky one," I boarded the last migrant starship and embarked on a new journey in a low-key manner...

The massive starship, spewing blue flames, left the Earth’s orbit, getting farther and farther from the blue mother star...

Inside the space capsule.

"Click!" I took a picture with my cellphone towards the exterior of the space capsule and turned to the man sitting next to me with a smile.

"So lucky, I just caught a shooting star in the photo. By the way, do you know which celestial body it is?"

"I’m just a singer, not an astrophysicist."

"That’s true. For a big star like you, such a question does seem too difficult. But I really didn’t expect it.

This starship includes elite scientists and volunteers recruited from across the country. With a full load of 250 passengers, there are six people to a cabin.

And I’m fortunate enough to be assigned to a cabin with the famous king of singers. Really lucky!

Do you know, many of my friends are fans of yours."

"Thanks! I didn’t expect it myself, that Wanwu Holding would actually invite me to Mars..."

"That’s normal, right? After all, you are the spokesperson for Changqing Biological products, ’Heart of Destruction’ game, Baiyeji image... That’s definitely Wanwu Holding’s golden artist!

On the other hand, it’s really surprising that a big star like you would actually accept the invitation and give up millions of fans on Earth, right?"

"Heh! An ordinary salaried worker, who hardly goes out and is said to have a long-distance travel barrier, barely leaves home... and yet would actively apply to go to Mars...

The key is... you even passed the difficult written tests, interviews, and multiple screenings...

Speaking of surprises, Mr. Meng, you’re the one, right?"

"Hehe! Who seriously competes for grades in exams these days? I, well... got in through connections. You know what I mean." I winked.

Zhao Ge: "..."

"It’s 2043 now. Even the questions are autonomously set by Artificial Intelligence, and the chief examiners and invigilators are AI. How could you cheat then?"

"Hehe! That’s why I say my connections are not ordinary!"

Zhao Ge gave me a deep look.

"Oh? So you must know the high-ups in Wanwu Holding, right?"

"Heh! It’s more than knowing them. Do you believe it if I say I was behind the Mars immigration plan?"

Zhao Ge: "..."

"Is that so... Then I have indeed been ignorant..."

"You don’t believe it, I can tell. But I understand; among people, the hardest thing is to build trust, isn’t it?"

"Who... exactly are you?"

"Heh!" I raised my phone, showing the photo I had just taken.

In it was the profile of Zhao Ge sitting by the window, and outside the window, just so happened to be a meteor streaking by, leaving a trail of colorful light...

"You don’t recognize me, but you surely recognize this, right?"

Zhao Ge: "..."

"An ordinary big star of course wouldn’t know what celestial body this is, but... to you, it should be quite familiar, right?"

"I don’t know what you are talking about."

"Heh! Ming Shen Star is what Earth’s scholars call it, but I’m sure you have another name for it... ’seed’!"

Zhao Ge: "..."

I smiled and pointed at the photo.

"To have this moment of a close encounter with it, to personally witness this harbinger of death and destruction up close, I had specifically selected this launch window and flight trajectory.

Now it seems... the angle is just right!"

"Click!" "Click, click, click!"

Four new electromagnetic guns were pointed at me all at once, apparently wielded by the other four "passengers" in the same cabin.

"Click!" "Click, click, click!"

More metallic snaps followed, and several restraining metal clasps suddenly extended from beneath Zhao Ge’s seat, fastening his hands, feet, waist, and even his neck securely in place.

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