Man in the Three-Body Problem: After facing the wall, I founded the Reception Society!

The battle between the two supreme deities is over.

After countless twists and turns, the battle finally ended with the Crimson King's heroic self-sacrifice.

When the Crimson King sensed that a divinity of the same level was approaching rapidly, he had to make a decision.

Although He firmly believed that his true self possessed infinite power and would not be weaker than any opponent, at this moment, He knew that he could not take the risk.

Even if he wins, he will still suffer heavy damage to his own vitality, and it is more likely that the projections in other dimensions will lose the source of their power.

This means that the dimensions that were once colonized by the Crimson King will have the opportunity to break free from his control, or even fight back. Those projections, like this projection in the Three-Body Worldview, will eventually become nutrients for other beings.

So, the Crimson King rarely chose to retreat.

The projection that once swept across the Blue Star collapsed in an instant, like a flag torn by the wind, completely losing the power to resist.

This was undoubtedly an unprecedented humiliation for the Crimson King.

The existence that was once high and mighty now has to face this reality.

But His heart was filled with the flame of revenge, and He vowed to turn this humiliation into strength and look for an opportunity to rise again.

In the vast and boundless cosmic dimension, the Crimson King examined thousands of projections, searching for the faint light that could bring him a chance of revenge.

Soon, he locked onto his target.

It is like a bright pearl hidden in endless darkness. Although it is so dim that it is almost invisible, it shines brightly in his perception.

This spot of light was a human being that He accidentally discovered when He was transmitting projection hundreds of years ago and was very suitable to be his offspring.

At that time, He simply planted a budding seed in his heart, intending to let it grow freely without placing too much expectation on it.

However, the wheel of fate was reversed at this moment, and this unintentional action turned out to be His last hope.

The Crimson King stood on the throne of blood and fire. This throne seemed to be made of the flesh and souls of countless creatures, exuding a terrifying aura that captivated the souls of the people.

His huge body like a mountain stood up, like a pillar supporting the sky, reaching into the clouds, shocking the trillions of believers who had already been controlled under his feet.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes were as sharp as torches, and with just a glance, the large group of believers below began to kill each other as if controlled by an invisible force.

This is a war without reason, but in this realm controlled by the Crimson King, the rules are set by Him.

As time went by, half an hour of killing had turned the land into a river of blood and countless lives were lost.

However, the Crimson King was like an indifferent spectator, quietly appreciating this tragedy.

Finally, He waved His hand lightly, and more than half of the believers, who had been killed or injured, stopped fighting instantly, as if time had been frozen at this moment.

Then, the Crimson King snapped his fingers lightly.

This simple action was like the collapse of heaven and earth, shaking the entire universe.

The flesh and blood of trillions of living beings and souls were extracted by an invisible force and gathered into a small blood-red dot that was extremely bright red.

This tiny dot exudes a strong smell of blood, as if it can devour everything.

Although this small blood-colored dot is like a drop in the ocean to the Crimson King, it is like rivers, lakes and seas to that seed body.

He needs this power to nourish the seed within him, allowing it to grow and become the blade of His revenge.

"Go... and kill... him... for... me!" The Crimson King's voice was low and cold, filled with endless hatred.

He flicked his fingers lightly, and the drop of blood turned into a flying rainbow, breaking through the void dimension and falling into a corner of a certain cosmic dimension.

There, is where the seed body is located.

After doing this, the Crimson King sat down again.

He returned to his sculpture-like state, and continued to sit on the throne of blood and fire, looking down at the believers on the ground who were beginning to reproduce again.

Their life and death are no longer meaningful to Him. He only cares about whether the seed body can successfully avenge itself.

However, the wheel of fate is always full of variables.

In this vast universe, who can predict the direction of the future?

Perhaps, that seed body will become His blade of revenge; perhaps, he will also become His greatest enemy.

But no matter what, this war has begun, and the Crimson King will continue his path of revenge...

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In the vast sea of ​​stars,

Like an endless expanse of blue satin,

The stars are like diamonds in the darkness.

Flashing a mysterious light.

In this silent and vast sea of ​​stars,

A miniature spacecraft is speeding at a speed that is difficult to capture with the naked eye.

Inside the cabin, the light is soft and quiet.

A virtual, ethereal figure sat there quietly.

Its form is dreamlike, like a ghost from another dimension.

This figure was concentrating on reading through a huge amount of coordinate data.

These data are as numerous as the stars.

Each one represents a corner of the universe.

A possible civilization.

It comes from a civilization called "The Cleaners".

This is an advanced civilization living in the dark forest of the universe.

In this universe, every civilization is like a lonely planet.

Floating in endless darkness.

The mission of the cleaner is to ensure order in this dark forest.

Prevent those civilizations that have not yet developed from becoming potential threats.

Cleaners is not a nickname for this civilization, but their identity in the universe.

Their existence is like a team dedicated to cleaning.

Always be vigilant against civilizations that may make technological leaps.

For them, these immature civilizations

Like a cockroach in the corner,

Once it grows stronger, it may pose an unpredictable threat to the entire universe.

The universe is so vast, but its resources are limited.

According to the law of conservation of energy, the development of any civilization requires the consumption of resources.

And the competition for resources often leads to war and destruction.

To prevent such tragedies from happening,

The cleaners resolutely took on this arduous task.

They traveled through every corner of the universe.

Constantly looking for and judging potential threats,

Ensure harmony and stability of the entire universe.

In this silent and vast sea of ​​stars,

The micro-spacecraft continued to move forward.

And that virtual and ethereal figure continued its work.

They are the guardians of the universe.

A sweeper in the dark forest.

Silently guarding this mysterious universe.

As a member of the huge team of cleanup workers, this ghostly creature obviously has ideas of its own.

It likes singing very much. It is one of the few pleasures it has besides judging the sincerity of coordinate data.

As it flipped through the data, it sang an ancient ballad:

I found my true love,

I flew towards her like a butterfly,

I gave her a unique gift.

It was a fragment of time.

There are gorgeous lines painted on time.

It feels as soft as the fine mud on a shallow sea beach.

[Note: This excerpt is adapted from the fifth part of The Three-Body Problem, a ballad sung by the singer]

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In the vast universe, there is a special cleaner, let’s call him the singer.

The singer is a being with a wonderful voice, but at this moment, his singing is replaced by the silence of the universe.

Because its mission goes far beyond the love of music.

For the singer, the universe is both his stage and his responsibility.

Here, what it has to face is not only the magnificence of the sea of ​​stars, but also the heavy responsibility of the survival of the entire singer civilization.

Such work may be monotonous and boring, but the singer knows that every tiny decision may affect the fate of countless civilizations.

Therefore, it never complained at all, but just performed its duties silently and firmly.

Although the singer's eyes are illusory, they can penetrate countless stars and capture every tiny change in data.

Its highly evolved brain helps it to accurately and quickly find civilizations that may threaten the balance of the universe among massive amounts of coordinate data.

Drop drop!

The alarm in the cleaning cabin suddenly sounded, breaking the silence of the universe.

The singer immediately put away his love for music and decisively activated the stealth mode.

In almost 0.12 seconds, the cleaning cabin completed a series of operations from high-speed flight to deceleration, stillness, and shielding detection. The singer's heart began to become nervous. It knew that this alarm sound meant that an object far beyond the technological level of its civilization was approaching.

This feeling of fear was unprecedented for the usually calm singer.

It didn't even dare to inform its superiors, because in this universe, any slightest fluctuation could expose the coordinates of its own civilization!