Humanity is missing, luckily I have billions of clones-Chapter 271: Biomarker

"What does your civilization do with these Disaster Creatures?"

"I heard that the Head of State wants to, wants to domesticate these Disaster Creatures."

"Domesticate? Can these things even be domesticated? Didn’t they say their intelligence patterns are different from ours, making them difficult to domesticate? Besides... even if they were domesticated, what good would they be?"

The combat effectiveness of these Disaster Creatures was really hard to say. While they could indeed cause enormous trouble if caught off guard, just like when he first encountered them.

But later, after summarizing, analyzing, inductive reasoning, and thinking, he quickly found a way to deal with them, and now he had directly forced them onto the star.

Although he temporarily had no way to deal with them, they also found it difficult to cause him any more trouble.

From this perspective, even if they were eventually domesticated, there would be almost no use for them.

"I’m not entirely clear on the specifics. I’m just a low-ranking official, and my knowledge of the civilization’s core secrets is limited. I only know that the Head of State’s Office established a specialized research organization, spent at least a thousand years, and consumed a large amount of resources, but has never succeeded in domesticating them."

"Good, what else do you know? Tell me everything. If you cooperate honestly, you will be the future Patriarch of the Havilah Race!"

Tom had already decided to absorb the Havilahs into the Human Civilization’s Havilah Race, just as he had absorbed the Bluetoth into the Bluetoth clan.

It was still the same saying. No matter how deep the grudges were before, at this moment, these Havilahs were all his wealth.

Killing them would be a loss to his own interests.

"Yes, yes, esteemed Master, I will tell you everything I know..."

After a round of interrogation, Tom sighed, looking at the meager amount of valuable intelligence before him.

After all, these were all people on the fringes of the civilization; there was simply nothing to extract from them through interrogation. For now, he would keep them; perhaps in the future, talented individuals with scientific research aptitude might emerge, contributing to his scientific research.

Even if they didn’t, these different ways of thinking could still serve as a supplement for him.

This individual named Vasilolo now became the Patriarch of all Havilah People.

To help him integrate more quickly into the Human Civilization’s production and lifestyle, Tom also called for Clan Leader Momolansi, the Patriarch of the Bluetoth clan, to teach him some precautions and the like.

At this moment, looking at Vasilolo, who was wearing a light spacesuit, appearing timid and honest, Clan Leader Momolansi was arrogant, filled with the pride of a pioneer.

So what if you were a Strong Nuclear Civilization? Aren’t you defeated by our Human Civilization—note, our Human Civilization—now?

So what if I came from an Electroweak Civilization? Don’t you still have to be respectful in front of me?

Leading Vasilolo and some officials of the Havilah Race, Clan Leader Momolansi and other Bluetoth held a symposium with enthusiasm yet reserve, and pride yet friendliness.

"To integrate into our Human Civilization, you Havilah People have a lot to learn. You need to pay attention to every detail in your daily lives. You must not bring in the bad habits you had in the Havilah Civilization. You must thoroughly complete a self-examination from heart to body.

Of course, this is a long-term process and cannot be completed in a short time. But there is one point you must start paying attention to now and must completely obey, never violating it."

Vasilolo was respectful and full of anticipation, saying, "Patriarch Clan Leader Momolansi, please enlighten me."

"That is, never question the appearance of humans! Although to us lower beings, the noble human adults all look exactly the same, that is only because our brain capacity is too low to distinguish details.

To say that human adults look the same is a great insult to them and will incur severe punishment. Remember this, never violate it..."

Clan Leader Momolansi solemnly warned. Vasilolo and the other Havilah People looked serious, secretly admonishing themselves.

...

Having easily resolved the issue of the Havilah Civilization captives, Tom’s attention immediately shifted to technological development.

But at this moment, a probe deployed in space, constantly observing Lyra G16, reported a message to him.

This message immediately made him feel serious. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"The spectrum of Lyra G16 has changed? What’s going on?"

From the quantity, the change affecting the entire star seemed impossible for a few tens of thousands of Disaster Creatures to accomplish.

But at this moment, this kind of change, aside from being caused by Disaster Creatures, had no other possibilities.

"Perhaps, the star is the home of these Disaster Creatures. In the stellar environment, they can reproduce quickly and in large numbers, to the extent that they affect the spectral type of the entire star?"

This was a point worth noting. But it only made Tom pay a little attention; it wasn’t a big deal.

Even if they reproduced more, and faster, so what?

Want to challenge the output of my energy cannon shells with quantity? Bring it on! I’ll kill as many as come!

What truly made Tom feel serious was...

This special, biological change in the spectrum exhibited relatively obvious biological characteristics.

For a distant observer, they would very likely believe that this change was caused by certain actions of intelligent life.

For example, a large number of space bases deployed around the star, or a large amount of interstellar matter thrown into the star.

And what consequences would this lead to?

It’s simple: this star would become the most conspicuous one in the surrounding starfield. Any civilization with long-range observation capabilities could instantly spot the abnormality of this star, and then make the judgment that a civilization exists in this solar system.

The light carrying the changes of this star would spread outwards at the speed of light. In ten years, it could travel ten light-years; in a thousand years, it could travel a thousand light-years.

This was originally irrelevant; you Electromagnetic Disaster could do whatever you wanted, it was none of my business. But now, I am also in this solar system.

God knows what kind of existence this change will attract in the future.

"I can’t stay in this solar system; I must leave quickly. Although this information is transmitted at the speed of light, it’s impossible to attract too distant existences in a short time, but that Mechanical Disaster is very likely within a few tens, or even a dozen light-years, and it will almost certainly be attracted in a short time!"

A thought flashed through Tom’s mind instantly.

But the next moment, Tom dismissed that thought.

Escaping at this moment was meaningless.

Because his fleet was too large, just collecting supplies would take a considerable amount of time. Plus the subsequent initial acceleration, perhaps the Mechanical Disaster would arrive before he had even escaped very far.

Given that, it would be better to stay in this solar system, prepare for battle with all his might, and the probability of survival would be higher.

Since that was the case... then he wouldn’t leave!