I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 1065 - 645 The Truth_3

Chapter 1065: Chapter 645: “The Truth”_3

Chapter 1065 -645: “The Truth”_3

Douglas Baker: “This is not control; it’s enslavement and destruction.”

“It’s not about destruction, but cleansing and filtering. It’s for the sake of preserving the vitality within the dominion. It’s our responsibility to weed out inferior civilizations. Earthlings currently think only of their existence. Their foresight is not far-reaching enough; they have not considered protecting the universe.”

Douglas Baker is shocked, “You call this protecting the universe?”

“Of course. Though we now have reverse entropy energy technology, you must remember that the total amount of resources available within a unit range of the universe is still limited. This resource limit encompasses space, energy, and matter within a unit time frame. Low-quality civilizations without a future, if lucky enough, can rely on time accrual to venture into the universe, wasting a large amount of ‘limited resources’.”

“However, no matter how far inferior lifeforms advance or how vast the areas they control become, if they can’t break through the bottleneck or surpass technological barriers and self-conceived limitations, they will eventually vanish in the long river of history.”

“A low-grade civilization with limited potential, during its expansion, will inevitably suppress other inferior civilizations. Among these inferior civilizations, there’s a high likelihood of finding potential like that of the Earthlings in their infancy period. Isn’t it a pitiable waste? Thus, the development of low-potential civilizations is a disgraceful waste of resources. It’s necessary for advanced civilizations to cleanse and enslave low-grade ones.”

“Only under the control of advanced civilizations can the materials and knowledge created by lower civilizations hold value. The rule of advanced civilizations grants value to low-grade civilizations’ existence and can distribute resources optimally.”

“As the enslaved, although they will eventually disappear, their knowledge and materials will be used by advanced civilizations, leaving a mark of their existence in the universe.”

“Do you understand? In the universe, there is no absolute right or wrong; only judgments of effectiveness and ineffectiveness.”

At these words, Douglas Baker remains silent for a while.

He suddenly bursts into laughter.

He has discerned the essence of the theory the Compound-Eyed Observer created to divide humans.

The enemy has beautified domination and enslavement into leading backward civilizations into the interstellar age, disguised technological suppression as preventing others from straying off course, and justified destruction as mandatory cosmic tumor removal amid some lingering guilt.

In summary, it boils down to the following sentence.

“Because I enslave you, your existence has meaning. You may cause harm to the universe, so I grant you destruction.”

Douglas Baker sneers, “You people have really put a lot of effort into this, haven’t you?”

Sophia Foster has been observing Douglas Baker’s reactions.

She feels proud.

She believes that when Douglas Baker begins to argue with her, it essentially means he has fallen for their ruse.

“All high-grade civilizations capable of reaching the Fourth-class will eventually come to this conclusion. Relationships of peace and coexistence can only exist between Fourth-class civilizations. Thus far, there have been some wars between different Fourth-class civilizations, but they have been restrained, and the extermination of any Fourth-class civilization has never occurred.”

“It’s not to say that low-grade civilizations can’t rapidly evolve and overcome the absolute rule of long-established, resource-rich high-grade civilizations with limited resources. Miracles like this deserve respect. Earthlings are among them. So, return.”

“Earth Humans have the opportunity to become the leading class of Virgo Star People and replace us. Among the known universe’s ninety trillion light-years scope, excluding Earth Humans, only one other civilization has achieved this status and is a Fourth-class Civilization now. They are even more powerful than us.”

“Most Fourth-class civilizations develop without external pressure solely through their own luck and ability, leading to domination and coordinated interactions. The Virgo Star People represent such an archetype. However, amidst the vast universe, we are still a rising power. The Virgo Constellation Supreme Ruling Council believes that upon your return and integration, we have the chance to create a better future together, surpass other Fourth-class civilizations, and become one of the universe’s rulers – or even be the only ruler.”

“What do you think? Are you willing to become the first to return, leading the way and conveying my message to other Earth Humans?”

Sophia Foster looks at the twenty-one-year-old youth, Douglas Baker, with a nurturing, expectant gaze.

Douglas Baker discovers that, although he still cannot utilize the capabilities of his close-fitting battle suit and his legs are immobilized, his hands have regained their freedom.

*Clap clap clap*

Douglas Baker suddenly begins to applaud.

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“Well said! Very well said, indeed. You must have spent a lot of time analyzing the Earth Humans. Truly impressive ‘dead flies.’ But the more effort you put into these matters, the more it reveals your weakness. It’s futile, just wait for death.”

In the next instant, Douglas Baker suddenly moves.

He throws a punch forward.

Sophia Foster’s face changes slightly, but she doesn’t dodge.

When she lifted the control over Douglas Baker’s arms, she already measured the distance perfectly.

This punch won’t reach her.

However, in the next moment, her face pales.

An iron fist whizzes past her chest, piercing through it and emerging from her back.

Sophia Foster’s chest now sports a hole the size of a thigh, revealing the yellow-green organs inside.

Plenty of yellow-green liquid splatters everywhere, with nary a trace of blood.

“Idiot! As a counterfeit, you only manage the appearance and not the inside. All the stuff inside your stomach is obviously from a member of the arthropod family! Pretending to be one of our own kind is laughable.”

Douglas Baker covers his right shoulder with his left hand, revealing a grin.

His right hand, severed at the shoulder, spurts blood like a fountain.

That’s right, he had used his perfect body control to snap his right shoulder at the moment he threw his punch, turning his own arm into a hidden weapon and launching it at her.

With a single move, he had punctured her disguise.

“Damn it! Damn it! Bastard!”

Sophia Foster, lying on the floor, struggles in pain.

Not long after, she convulses and falls silent.

Green, yellow, and blue fluid and debris flow across the floor beneath her body.

The door in the corner of the hall opens, and a creature that looks like a vacuum-cleaner robot with a half-biological, half-mechanical structure charges across the floor with its six legs. Its mouthparts swipe across the ground, sucking in everything.

Sophia Foster’s corpse quickly disappears.

At the same time, the restrictive gelatinous substance on Douglas Baker’s lower body begins to crawl upward again, subduing him once more.

Another fly appears before him. A milky white, finger-sized caterpillar shoots out from the fly’s head and lands on the immobilized Douglas Baker’s crown.

Having failed with one plan, they come up with another.

The caterpillar nuzzles its head against Douglas Baker’s forehead, its intentions unclear.</p