The Legendary Mechanic

“Predictor?” Merloth looked suspicious and suddenly a stranger popped up and came to the door without a sign, indicating that he could see the future. He had never seen this number of roads. What the hell?!

Merloth will doubt, and the first reaction is not to believe, but to have a funny face, and he will say, "You can see the future, do you know what I'm eating tomorrow morning? ”

“It doesn't matter if you don't believe my identity, just listen and time will verify if I'm right. ”

Han Xiao ignored Merloth's drama and started his own performance, so he spoke in a deep, unpredictable tone, in a voice only two people could hear:

“The contradictions have appeared, and it will not take long for the patron saints of your community to divide, after which the dream of Sunil's resurrection will forever be broken, and the scourge will drain your resources and your hopes and will only seek assistance, from which you will embark on a path of subordination to other higher civilizations. The people are dispersed into different urban life, their hearts gradually disappear, their asthma, their attachment to the strong, slowly lose their inheritance and spirit, your past becomes a text, recorded in textbooks and history books of higher civilization, your descendants can only understand their own history through the text, and become yet another fading race in the vast universe...”

His words were deliberately ambiguous, and predictions were meant to give people a vague, hazy feeling, and when they did happen, recalling that prophecy gave rise to a feeling of sudden enlightenment or remorse. Han Xiao naturally understands the future course of the Sunil people. This group has no physical extinction, but is another form of “extinction”.

Spiritual, cultural, ideological, historical, these are the accumulation of the evolutionary process of a race from understanding to wisdom, thinking over a period of development, and coming up with answers that belong to the community itself. These invisible and untouchable things make it possible for a race to be called “civilization”, like the foundation of architecture, is the resonance of all individuals of a community and supports the pillars of national centripetal power. Beasts are also divided into different races, but they have never been called “civilizations”.

The Sunil people are a civilization in distress, the superpowers are their patron gods, the community appreciates their dedication, but there are no extra resources to reward them, they must rely on the superpowers in order to regain their energies, but it is the endless dedication that keeps contradictions gradually surfacing, in previous life, some of the superpowers can no longer endure, feel benevolent, choose to abandon the country, pursue “freedom”, abandon what they regard as a burdensome community, and glorify in the stars as a new homeland.

The Sunil people were devastated. Each time they experienced the scourge, the loss was acceptable. The strength of the community was still slowly recovering. The high level was looking forward to the day of suffering. However, when the patron saints of the community split, the situation dropped, and the scourge began to lose more than the accumulation of the community, which became more and more difficult.

The Suneers do not have enough resources to relocate and can only seek help, but will not do so even if they have sufficient resources. Interstellar circles of evil forces. Civilization in distress is a spraying prey, leaving the shelter of Godola, and the greater danger will ensue, such as large waste-pickers, slave traders, and so on. There is no shortage of examples of backstage hard-line slave traders acting to exterminate a community, preserving only certain individuals and stirring up high prices on the grounds of “extinction of species”. There is also the genocide of the evil camp, in order to complete a ritual or simply to gain a sense of satisfaction.

Order upholds the fundamental balance of the universe, but it cannot expel all evil.

Ultimately, the Suneers received military assistance from Ghodora and relocated again. Ghodora dispersed the Suneers and sent a long-term military presence to “protect” them. As Ghodora pursued various targeted decisions and the role of time, the Suneers were assimilated and the Suneer “civilization” disappeared.

The three cosmic civilizations agreed to a treaty prohibiting aggression against lower civilizations, yet the war was never over, except without smoke. The universe of carnival, liveliness and order is merely an expression, with a hidden civilizational ambition, either exalted or intolerant, each with the illusion of becoming a dominant. If lower civilizations are not allowed to be conquered by war, they will be assimilated, and even the civilizations of the order camp will not be good men and women, and even Godora, who adores pure blood theory, will cultivate the subordinate race.

Your civilization is your own business, you want to continue the race, but other people don't care, and you'll have a chance to kill you. Every day, there will be an end to race or civilization in some corner of the universe, so what if you're one more? At best, people are sent to record the history of this group, turn it into a conversation after tea meals, or a record of whether it is available or not.

There are some star shows that like to report on the plight of civilization, the selling point is to attract the empathy and sympathy of the audience, but expecting others to put sympathy into action is a distant luxury. Individuals have seven desires and sometimes make emotional decisions, but magnify to a civilization, a community, and only the benefit is eternal. Ultimately, the Suneers are just one of thousands of ordinary civilizations, without qualification for special treatment, and this is a broken ring of stars, visible on the margins of the universe, isolated, barbaric, and active people are wastepickers, abandoned people, mercenaries and other practitioners like vultures.

Moreover, dark stars attack lower civilizations in order to drain them of Godola's resources. If a civilization in distress were to become independent from Godola and regain its energy, would dark stars sit back and watch for the birth of a Godola ally?

Han Xiao tells Merloth these things in vague terms so that he understands the dark future of the Sunil people.

“Why are you telling me this, do you think I look interested?” Merloth couldn't help but look up and take a sip of wine and live off it. Tomorrow's the end of the world, there is a drunken drunk in the morning.

“Because I saw your ending, so many things can be avoided.” Han Xiao smiled.

Merloth dropped the glass and wondered, "What's my ending? ”

Though he doesn't believe Han Xiao is the so-called prophet, the vast majority of people will be curious about his future. As Han Xiao said earlier, Meros would like to know how this guy “predicts” his fate.

Han Xiao stopped and smiled. “When you believe I'm a predictor, I'll tell you. ”

“I already believe that.” Merloth flies quickly to change his mouth.

“If it's true, I welcome you to come to me in the future. ”

Han Xiao smiled and cheated on him.

Merloth is the protagonist of the Sunil plot. According to this person's experience, Han Xiao thinks there is a chance to abduct this protagonist. Merloth is still an alcoholic who escapes reality. He cannot afford to be the “protagonist of the plot”. His “play” has not yet begun. The Han Dynasty Technician's ghost trick is dedicated to Merloth's future changes, leaving a deep impression.

Its own camp can't just have its own “NPC”, it has to expand its cadres, and Merloth is the first target to try water.

At this point in time, a sudden quarrel broke out in the corner of the bar, one of whom had a big stomach stool, was clearly drunk, had a conflict with his neighboring alcoholic friends, and seemed to talk about the survival of the community, which was contradicted by differences of opinion.

"You don't know shit," the wine buddies said angrily. "It's all part of Gordola's calculations, deliberately moving us to a dangerous planet. How could they not understand the real environment of this planet! Godola wants us to beg him! ”