Rebirth of the Super Battleship

"T…Trolor?" The moment Xiao Yu heard the first words coming from the box, he froze in place.

Who was Trolor? Trolor was the creator god of this planet's myths and legends, the deity with the largest number of followers here. Xiao Yu had assumed Trolor's name precisely to so easily take control of the situation.

But…now, he, the impostor Trolor, had run into the real Trolor? This was just too absurd.

In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through Xiao Yu's mind.

"Could it be that Trolor truly exists? Was this box left behind by Trolor for this planet?" Xiao Yu quickly considered. "To open this box required applying different gravitational forces to different areas of its surface, according to the diagrams on it. This meant that whoever opened it must have reached the level of a Level 4 Civilization, because only those who have mastered the Grand Unified Theory would be capable of doing that."

"Furthermore, the box was built with Level 6 Civilization technology. In other words, this Trolor was also part of a Level 6 Civilization. Whether it was an organization or an individual remained unclear, but it was certainly far beyond my current technological level. Who knows whether it might have installed surveillance devices on this planet, just like how I, on that world without intelligent life, performed surgery on the ape-like creatures and built monitoring equipment…"

"If this Trolor discovers what I've done to the intelligent beings it created, will it…retaliate against me? A Level 6 Civilization! A single Molian Civilization was enough to leave me in such a miserable state. Against a Level 6 Civilization, would I even have any chance to escape?"

"Fortunately…fortunately, I haven't done anything truly excessive to the intelligent beings here…nor do I plan to."

"I don't know which Level 6 Civilization this Trolor belongs to. In the entire Milky Way Galaxy, Level 6 Civilizations are as rare as phoenix feathers. Of those I am aware of, there are only the Sweepers Civilization, the Guardians Civilization, a few of the Taihao Civilizations, and several Alien Beast Civilizations that have reached Level 6. Judging from this box, Trolor seems to belong to a technological civilization, but which one…I can't say. Perhaps there are still Level 6 Technological Civilizations in this galaxy that I've never heard of."

"My children, I am glad that you have mastered the Grand Unified Theory and reached the level of a Level 4 Civilization. I trust you have also acquired curvature flight. In this moment, the vast and mysterious universe has opened its doors to you. Ahead of you lie endless riches…and endless perils."

"So it's true…this box was indeed left here for the intelligent beings of this world. I just don't understand why it was hidden inside an asteroid. By all rights, something like this should have been preserved as a treasured relic of civilization, passed down through the generations until they reached Level 4 and could open it. This is a message left by the creator for its creations. Its history must stretch back at least several hundred thousand, if not millions of years…"

Xiao Yu thought silently as the voice continued to speak from the box.

"As the entity that created your civilization, there are a few things I must tell you. First, the universe is nothing like you imagine. In this universe, there are all kinds of malevolent civilizations, some so fearsome that even my people regard them with dread. There are countless dangerous regions, perilous phenomena…events that even my civilization must approach with the utmost caution. You, who have only just acquired interstellar travel, are like a toddler learning to walk, stumbling through a cosmic jungle filled with ferocious predators."

"You are in great danger, yes, you are in great danger. As your father, I cannot feel at ease about you. But our civilization has no way to watch over you indefinitely. A vicious enemy has been tracking our trail all this time. We exhausted every means to lure them to a star about twenty light-years from you and engaged them in a decisive battle there, avoiding exposing your existence."

Xiao Yu let out a faint sigh.

From this message, Xiao Yu sensed a deep care. The civilization to which this Trolor belonged was without doubt a benevolent one. They had created new intelligent beings and provided them with selfless assistance and protection.

"It's a pity…why couldn't that Taihao Civilization that created Earth's civilization have been so kind?" Xiao Yu sighed again and continued listening.

"In fact, we have been entangled with this malevolent civilization for more than eight million years. During these eight million years, we were always at a disadvantage, always fleeing. We even lost our home star system, and our mother star itself was destroyed by their weapons. Our kin have dwindled to fewer than one hundred million, and our warships to fewer than thirty thousand. We knew that this time, there was no more escape. So we awakened your intelligence, hoping you could inherit the brilliance of our civilization, that you could take our place, and in this dark universe, continue to walk forward, to grow stronger."

"I am pleased that you have reached the technological level of a Level 4 Civilization and have begun to acquire the ability to traverse the stars. This proves you truly have potential. Hm…let me calculate. From the time we awakened your intelligence to the present, about five hundred thousand years have passed. That is an astonishing speed. In my predictions, five hundred thousand years would at most allow you to develop to a mid-Level 2 Civilization. It should have taken at least six or seven hundred thousand years to reach Level 4."

This message sparked some speculation in Xiao Yu's mind.

"It seems that what remains in this box is an intelligent program. It can determine the current time by means unknown to me, then calculate how long it has been since they awakened these beings' intelligence. But…it appears to lack any real discernment. It has no idea that the civilization it created never actually reached Level 4, that it was an outsider from a Level 5 Civilization who opened it."

"Then…what message does it intend to deliver to its children?"

Xiao Yu thought with deep curiosity. These messages unfolded a grand history stretching nearly ten million years. Xiao Yu felt as if he were witnessing the rise and decline of a mighty civilization, crushed under the assault of an even more powerful one.

"In the final battle, as we expected, we were utterly defeated. The thirty thousand remaining large warships could not even withstand a single charge from the enemy's flagship. Our attacks could not inflict the slightest damage on their flagship. Annihilation came, just as it was destined. But for once, we succeeded, we managed to conceal ourselves from the enemy's perception and launched this box toward your planet, hoping that it could provide some guidance for your technological progress."

"Because the launch was so rushed and the conditions so perilous, even with our level of technology, we could not guarantee with certainty that it would reach your planet. Even if it did, by the time you possessed rudimentary intelligence, hundreds of thousands of years would likely have passed, and whether you would be able to find it then was also unknown. But we had no other choice. We were truly at the end of our strength and could do nothing more for you. Everything would depend on your luck. And it seems your luck was good, you finally discovered it."

"Now, I can deliver to you the most important message. The following information may concern the survival or extinction of your civilization. You must remember it."

"On the final battlefield, all the living beings of our civilization perished, but a few damaged intelligent programs survived. Among those programs, we left certain preset instructions. These instructions would, after the malevolent civilization departed, activate our most powerful defensive weapon, 'New World.' The New World would encompass this entire stellar system, perfectly preserving all the ruins within. All the wreckage of destroyed ships, every fragment of fired projectiles, they will all be flawlessly maintained inside the New World. Of course, these things have no value. What does have value is another message we left behind."

"Our civilization was a Level 6 Civilization. A Level 6 Civilization has already begun to master spatial technology. By leveraging spatial technology, we developed a weapon called 'Fractured Space.' But through tens of thousands of years of research, we discovered a way to enable a Level 4 Civilization to use Fractured Space weapons. The message contained here explains in detail exactly how to do this."

"Forgive us for not leaving you a complete technology tree for Level 5 or even Level 6 civilizations. You must acquire that knowledge yourselves. When your intelligence has not yet reached the necessary level, advanced technology will only bring you catastrophe. The Fractured Space weapon is the sole inheritance we leave you, so you will at least have some ability to protect yourselves while your civilization remains weak."

"The precise coordinates of the New World are stored within the box. So come and claim our legacy. My descendants, I wish you good fortune."

"One last thing: before you reach Level 7 Civilization, never, never, provoke a civilization known as the 'Sweepers.'"

"Signed – All intelligent beings of the Trolor Civilization."