Upon hearing this news, Zhang Yuan was struck by a thought, "A clearance sale? Then wouldn’t the trade of this War Star conflict with the clearance sale? We’d have to spend AmiBa Points too! Shouldn’t we save our money?"
Old Yang gave a wry smile, "There’s no conflict. Most of the items in this clearance are engineering machinery, many of which are tools for building the Dyson Sphere, making them perfect for constructing the War Star—it’s essentially a complementary trade."
"There might even be high-end machines that could deduce some technology from a Level 5 Civilization! But the finished planet fortresses are unlikely to be sold... and even if they were, we couldn’t afford them!"
"I see," Zhang Yuan nodded. People naturally desired the technology of a Level 5 Civilization. But such reverse engineering was undoubtedly extremely difficult—if they didn’t even know the basic theories, how could they reverse-engineer it?
All in all, no matter what, the future form was going to become increasingly grave, yet he faintly felt that all of this seemed to hint at even bigger upheavals. Compared to the entire Milky Way, the Dyson Sphere was just a slightly more noticeable project.
"It’s possible that the entire Milky Way is about to experience even more significant upheavals, and this is just a small part of it."
"Yes, so... we must prepare in advance."
Time swiftly passed, and another three years went by.
The general public did not have adequate information nor could they feel the pressures at the top about the Dyson Sphere, even though tourism was booming. Each year, up to three million tourists traveled from their home bases to the Dyson Sphere—a daily average of nearly ten thousand people.
Given that the embassy could accommodate 300,000 people, the average stay duration reached 30 days.
For a civilization with a population of 150 million, such large-scale tourist activities could hinder technological development to some degree. However, for the New Human Civilization, which had already developed a vast knowledge system, a year earlier or later didn’t make much difference. It was a good opportunity to elevate the people’s spiritual realm while the trading market was still there—once it departed, the place would become chaotic and such opportunities would disappear.
The people were being baptized by this very Dyson Sphere, experiencing a more majestic cosmic intention.
This form of tourism was undoubtedly a spiritual cultivation. The hearts and minds of the ordinary people were broadening.
How could a colossal structure, built by a thousand civilizations over hundreds of thousands of years, not expand one’s horizons?
Meanwhile, people were also establishing a mineral mining base in the nearby asteroid belt, beginning various experiments and spaceship construction.
After all, the resources here were free—"Take them if you can," and scientific research would inevitably consume vast amounts of resources.
To accelerate research progress, a large subatomic research had even been newly established on the Departure Spaceship, dedicated to exploring new topics in this field.
New Human Civilization also specifically purchased some antimatter from the trading market to cope with future possible crises. The quantity was not very large, about a thousand tons, but reasonably priced and within an affordable range.
On the other hand, cooperation between civilizations was truly not that easy.
Human diplomats had faced exclusion during this period and even subtle forms of deceit. As a Level 4 Civilization without a planet fortress, humans were neither strong nor weak and reluctant to join any faction lightly.
In the eyes of various powers, they became a significant variable...
Some treaties even contained many hidden pitfalls. Stepping into one didn’t pose a risk to life, but one could still lose a layer of skin. Fortunately, under people’s caution, all these traps were avoided.
Of course, over these years, various forces had attempted to co-opt the New Human Civilization. Hence, diplomats were also able to jump from side to side opportunistically, snatching some benefits.
Just at the beginning of last year, a part of the paper on "Extra Colors" was finally sold, earning a total of 3530 AmiBa Points.
This was excellent knowledge, related to "Intelligence" and "Self-awareness," and worth the price... However, while selling this knowledge, some treaties were signed that it could not be sold to other civilizations.
Thus, humans sold only a small part of this knowledge, retaining the majority, yet still earned 3530 points.
It was undeniable that Zhang Yuan’s work was extremely valuable, like a money-making tree.
Various trade protections and mutual suspicions made people appreciate the existence of the Amoeba Faction interstellar trading market even more... Without the deterrence of a Level 5 Civilization, this place would probably be much more chaotic, and trades impossible to conduct.
Dedicated to studying Intelligence, Fake Person Algorithm, and Genetic Philosophy, Zhang Yuan increasingly felt a sense of exclamation.
"...to establish an interstellar trading market within an originally chaotic environment, organizing all civilizations meticulously and filling the starry sky with order, indeed requires a grand vision—it is a lofty ideal."
"No wonder the main civilization of the Amoeba Faction—the Amoeba Civilization, could become a true Level 6 Civilization."
"Because of having this firm ideal and its long-term practice, it became a Level 6 Civilization, rather than becoming powerful first and then undertaking this task."
This was a profound conviction, and the cause-and-effect relationship could not be reversed.
In the following time, the New Human Civilization once again fell into silent development—touring, diplomacy, research.
The entire fleet was only a small speck near the Dyson Sphere, and everything seemed calm.
Unless something unexpected occurred, people planned to attend the final grand auction, to witness the legendary Amoeba Civilization, try to beg a bit, then spend all their money and leave this place...
Although the Dyson Sphere was tempting, it was better not to get involved in such murky waters. Ultimately, which civilization won the final victory and controlled the Dyson Sphere didn’t matter much to the New Human Civilization—it hardly had much to do with them...
As for the planet fortresses, people indeed desired them greatly, but many prerequisites were needed to build one, especially concerning the planet-level curvature engine...
And on this day, in a room filled with various computer screens, a scientist suddenly screamed out loud!
The immense pressure indeed propelled human progress—he had calculated... a critical equation for planet-level curvature propulsion!