Chapter 5: Endure the Terror from Three-Body!_1

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The spiel used to hoodwink Sophon and the Trisolarans couldn't possibly work on Tony, and the traces of copycatting were all too evident.

Although the material composition was different, to the outside observer, it really did seem like just a change in color.

A red Iron Suit sprayed with a coat of silver-white paint, renamed Titanium Alloy Armor, was touted as a brand-new invention...

Tony: "Are you kidding me?"

You're treating me like a three-year-old kid!

Looking at the skeptical Tony, Logic spread his hands, "Okay, it is indeed your Iron Suit, I am really not to blame for this. It's just that Earth's human civilization's technology is too backward. I just glanced at it, and I got it."

Really.

He wasn't lying.

He really got it at a glance!

That's the power of the Penguin System!

Tony didn't dwell on this issue, as so-called technology seemed trivial in front of the big issue of alien civilization.

He stood up and reached out, his palm passing through the vast starry sky, only to find it had no effect at all, "What kind of technology is this, what medium are you using? I can't see any source of the projection, unbelievable, unbelievable..."

The focus of smart people is always so peculiar, especially for Tony. Upon encountering aliens for the first time, his first reaction was to ponder their technology.

"This is my invention, Shoji Technology!"

Logic crossed his arms over his chest and swayed his body with airs. No matter how much he bragged about it, the Trisolarans couldn't possibly cross the universe to come to Marvel to collect royalties. "It is a technology beyond what you Earthlings could imagine. I unfold a proton into two dimensions and then etch circuits on the two-dimensional proton to transform it into an ultra-fine smart computer."

This...

Tony's heart skipped a beat, feeling an unimaginable shock. Although it sounded simple, it was a technological leap over Earth's civilization by who knows how many eras.

Humanity can observe protons.

But they can't manipulate or whimsically alter protons, let alone unfold them into two dimensions.

Humanity can etch circuits, with the most advanced technology being just a few nanometers. To etch circuits on a proton, one would at least need to master the strong nuclear force.

A civilization that mastered the strong nuclear force...

Keep in mind, Earth's current civilization can't even control the simplest force, gravity...

And mastering just these two technologies probably wouldn't be enough, at least not without other techniques to create what he referred to as Shoji.

Tony abruptly realized a troubling question, why would such a high-level civilization suddenly show up on Earth?

His gaze sharpens instantly, the flippant demeanor gone, replaced by an ominous premonition.

He thought of something.

That was Logic's self-introduction, an alien cleaner from the Three-Body Civilization.

Why would such an advanced civilization still need cleaners?

Could it be?

"Your job is?"

Looking at the grim Tony, a trace of admiration flickered in Logic's eyes. He really was a smart man, instantly grasping the gravity of the issue, but that was fine; the smarter the person, the more they thought, the easier they were to dupe.

He raised his hand, and the vast expanse of stars around him kept revolving, spreading out continuously, "I am a cleaner from the Three-Body Civilization, responsible for eliminating some garbage..."

Tony watched as Logic's gaze fixed on the stars, and then he witnessed a shocking scene. It seemed Logic spotted something, then said, "Low-level garbage planet detected, coordinates, now clearing."

He casually picked up a remarkably tiny object from the box beside him and tossed it with a flick of his wrist. A device the size of a mobile phone zoomed off into the distance.

The object, akin to a mobile phone, crossed through the cosmos, soaring past who knows how many planets, in the vast universe now devoid of the concept of time.

Tony only saw that at the site the tiny gadget landed, numerous spaceships came and went incessantly within the planet. And in that instant, a terrible thought was finally confirmed.

The garbage Logic spoke of was a planet that had birthed a civilization.

"It couldn't be..."

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Tony swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the countless spaceships in space, "A civilization capable of creating spaceships must have transcended a planetary civilization, connected with the universe, such a civilization must have the ability to strike back! They must!"

A plea, a prayer even, emerged from his heart.

He couldn't imagine.

How would a civilization that had already ventured beyond its own planet, if so easily destroyed, leave Earth's civilization, which had not even left its planet, to face such an attack?

There had to be a way!

Even if the planet was destroyed, there would still be survivors among those many spaceships, the spark of civilization would still be prolonged.

In Tony's mind flashed the idea of Noah's Ark, his gaze deep in thought—if only he had more time...

He didn't think for long because he saw the small plaything casually tossed by Logic was already bursting forth, the surrounding space collapsing in a bizarre manner.

The nearby planets, as if drawn by some tremendous force, began to sway and even warp, and within seconds, cracks opened upon them, tearing them apart, turning them into cosmic dust.

The terrifying force continued to spread.

Planet by planet.

Everything.

The massive star in that galaxy was also torn apart.

Tony watched, wide-eyed, as the vast galaxy continuously collapsed. The space battleships, which he believed could withstand such forces, were as fragile as paper and kept disintegrating, their insect-like shapes violently tearing apart.

They were different from humans.

But Tony could feel their despair.

They desperately fled, weapons firing out energy, ships soaring through the sky, yet they were like headless flies, unable to find the source, unable to find an enemy observable with eyes, instruments, or any technology they possessed.

It was like God was rolling the dice, denying those beings their existence.

Their faces filled with despair.

Powerless, they stood, instantly warped and disintegrated by that vast force, turned into cosmic dust.

All the beings.

All the space battleships.

All the stars.

All the planets.

All of everything.

In front of that tiny sheet, not even as big as a smartphone, everything was utterly destroyed, all extinguished, and all fell into silence.

A grand galaxy vanished.

In its place,

lay a beautiful, exquisite painting.

A painting...

Tony fell into a prolonged silence; he watched as Logic, with an indifferent clap of his hands, declared clearing trash a success, then hung the painting, compressed from a galaxy, upon his wall, which was already filled with numerous densely packed paintings—no less than hundreds.

Hundreds of civilizations!

Hundreds of galaxies!

Countless billions of beings!

Tony couldn't help shivering with a chilling realization.

Three-Body...

Too terrifying!