Before his palm could slip, the princess told a story.
Bang——
The lights on the dance floor were turned on, and white light like holy light spread out. Corresponding to this was the gradually darkening light outside the dance floor.
He and she are the only two people left in this world.
The princess leaned on Mu Su's shoulder and spoke softly with a magnetic voice.
That was a story 400 years ago, when she was still very young.
At that time, the Galaxy Civilization Committee planned a program called Alien Battlefield. It was nominally to enhance the friendship between civilizations, but in reality it aggravated the conflicts between civilizations and made them unable to cooperate with each other and form one body. This is the committee
It was jointly formulated by more than a dozen oligarchs in order to stabilize their position.
The content of the alien battlefield is as follows: Each C-level or above civilization selects a player with a certain range of combat power, throws it into a planet in the galaxy, and continuously adds creatures from each civilization to it.
This planetary system has an unstable star system and an extremely harsh climate. There is a huge gap between the upper and lower limits of gravity, temperature, and environment.
The program will be broadcast live throughout the galaxy, and any civilization that is qualified to participate can receive the signal. The contestants need to survive on the planet for five years, and they can leave after the expiration. If they die, new seeds will be selected from the civilization and put into the battlefield.
At the same time, the program can be subscribed and rewarded by civilization, and the reward funds will be distributed to the players in real time after deducting 90%, so that the players can purchase supplies from the vending machines placed by Alien.
There are no rules here, and the fighting between players is not protected by the rules. And because each player has a certain initial capital with him, and as time goes by, the subscription civilization increases, and the number of rewards increases... hunting other players is undoubtedly very cost-effective
thing.
Especially after the number of subscriptions of the first contestant doubled.
The peace on the alien planet did not last for five days before it fell apart.
Obviously, except for a few players from a few civilizations, it is difficult for players from other civilizations to survive for five years. This also makes most civilizations occasionally repeat the same steps: selecting seeds, sorting and entering the battlefield. If one dies, another one will enter as a substitute.
Two teams from different countries can still cause hatred, let alone fighting?
Hatred gradually arises between civilizations.
Those oligarchic civilizations are the biggest winners.
C-level civilization is a civilization that has the ability to move between planetary systems.
At that time, the velvet civilization had mastered the technology of nuclear fusion energy and utilization of stellar energy, so it was naturally unable to escape this reality show.
Although their physical abilities and technology were strong, they were only a few skill points better than the Earth at that time.
Therefore, their players are the most miserable class. They are constantly wandering between being killed, sending new players, and being killed.
Until there was a turning point four hundred years ago.
It wasn't that the Velvet Fire Civilization had an amazing character, but that one of their players was captured by a player from the Oligarchic Civilization and sent to a factory built on the edge of the bottomless abyss under house arrest.
A special resource is being mined there.
Players of the oligarchic civilization continue to capture native creatures and released creatures, and use them as coolies to work.
Because of their special status, the players are kept in captivity and do not participate in the work, and only harvest their bonuses on a regular basis.
Although it's a bit humiliating, at least he won't die.
This was also the current situation of most civilizations at that time: they could only survive and survive.
But they still continued to reserve seeds and put them into alien battlefields one after another.
Groups are different from individuals. They have countless voices, good, bad, useful and useless. Therefore, no group civilization that can enter the C-level is a fool. Why do they have no complaints about the alien battlefield?
What drives them to do this...is a cake.
You can buy anything with bonuses.
Controllable small black hole, latitude weapons, Overlord-class spacecraft or blueprints, carbon-based biological immortality potion, a Vilta Zerg female egg, swarm will controller, planetary iron curtain protection, material collapse launcher, controllable satellite
Level worm, ownerless planetary system ownership...
The destruction of individuals may lead to the rebirth of civilization... No civilization can resist this temptation.
From a certain perspective, this may be a win-win situation. The several major B-class civilization oligarchs of the Galaxy Civilization Council do not need to worry about their status being affected, while the C-class civilizations each get what they need and obtain the most critical technological blueprints.
At that time, the earth was not a federal system, and it could only play small things around the earth, throwing a few satellites to play in their own yards.
According to the classification of the Galaxy Civilization Committee, the earth belongs to Class D civilization, which is the lowest level civilization.
But for some reason, the earth was also qualified to participate.
One day, a man came to the alien battlefield.
A man from Earth.
He descended from the sky like the God of War, destroying all enemies in front of him and rescuing the players from the Ronghuo Civilization.
That man instantly became an idol of the Ronghuo civilization. The Ronghuo people of that generation all heard about the birth and death of this legendary man.
So far, the earth has entered a C-level civilization, but for some reasons, they no longer need to participate in this reality show.
Even the civilization on earth has closed itself up and hid in the solar system.
As time goes by, the memories of the Ronghuo generation gradually fade away, but there are always some people who have not forgotten it. They always think that one day they will go to see the civilization on Earth thousands of light years away.
And the princess is the one who has the ability to take action.
This is why she came here, this is her four hundred years of watching.
Then she really saw him, right in front of her, within reach.
At this moment, there was a noise outside the door.
Mu Su turned around and saw a figure wearing only swimming trunks passing by the window in the light that turned back on, followed by two policemen.
"Are you cold?!" Mu Su suddenly let go of the puzzled princess and took a few steps back to leave her.
As he spoke, he quickly took off his black coat, put it on the princess, and glanced at the door with his peripheral vision.
The man in swimming trunks had already come in with the police and pointed in Musu's direction.
"It's her. This dress belongs to me. Everything is in the pocket!"
The two policemen looked at each other, stepped forward and showed their IDs and said: "We suspect that you are related to a theft case. Please come with us."
Mu Su stepped back and said to the princess with great sincerity: "Although I am pursuing you, I cannot protect you... Don't worry, I will go and see you."
Then he said with an upright face: "Mr. Police, please arrest this person, but I hope you won't embarrass her. After all, she is an alien friend. We must pay attention to the influence of the two countries."
The princess still didn't have much expression. She took a deep look at Mu Su, suddenly took off the bracelet, put it on Mu Su's wrist, and followed the police away.
Mu Su was pleased to see the princess being taken away from the restaurant by the police, followed by the panicked detectives who followed her.
Although I didn't get to fight the alien princess, and the strategy process wasn't that smooth...but I finally completed the mission, right?
Thinking about it, Mu Su lowered his head and looked at the white arc on his wrist.