A higher-dimensional incarnation, starting by leveraging the stars.

November 13, 3025, 1:47 PM, Eastern Capital Time

Hu Biao sat in the chair, quietly looking at the vast expanse of rusty red land in front of him.

This is a vast, flat, desolate land covered by millions of years of fierce winds and sandstorms.

Mars, Utopia Plain

Dr. Mori appeared, lying abruptly on the orange-red sand, wearing his tattered suit, with no cover around him, directly exposed to the Martian sky.

Hu Biao looked at him calmly, just as he had when he observed petri dishes under a microscope in the laboratory.

His abilities are strong, so strong that even he himself is afraid. Sometimes he even boasts of being the master of the universe. But he is not omniscient and omnipotent after all. He is fundamentally different from those legendary gods who can know everything with a snap of their fingers.

Because he still relies on his eyes and ears to perceive the world.

He doesn't have superhuman senses like Superman, such as seeing and hearing things from afar...

This is also why he didn't have enough time.

Let alone the entire universe, even on Earth, after all this commotion, he thought he knew many secrets, but some hidden things cannot be known by sight and hearing alone.

Just like now, it was originally just a small ecological base, but he misjudged it. This base manager named Erickson is extraordinary!

Whether it was the metal gloves he used to dominate the entire scene, the yellow light emanating from his eyes, or the metal box he just took out, none of them were things he had never seen before on Earth.

As a cautious person, he didn't have time to slowly uncover Sen's secrets. He instinctively felt that this was an uncontrollable factor, so without hesitation, he immediately removed him from Proxima Centauri.

Who knows who this guy is, what kind of methods he has to contact Earth?

Yes, he was afraid that this guy would contact Earth.

Why would you have such a thought?

Because Hu Biao knew that the true level of technological development on Earth was far higher than what ordinary people saw. Although many technological products and achievements were kept in laboratories or even hidden away, he could still get a glimpse of them from his high-dimensional perspective.

Many of these technological achievements, which far surpass the world's technological level, come from the relics of prehistoric civilizations, or rather, the first civilizations.

The first civilization, the Atlantis civilization, possessed a very high level of technology, far surpassing modern civilization in at least some technological branches. However, this civilization had a major flaw, or rather, unlike modern civilization, they were an underwater civilization. Living underwater, their environment limited their range of activities, unlike modern land-based civilizations, which, after reaching a certain stage of technological development, naturally look up at the stars. At a certain level of technological development, they did not look up at the stars because they had no need for it, and they were even too lazy to go on land. Therefore, their civilization completely went in a different direction.

Even so, the West, with its modern civilization, has benefited greatly from exploring the remnants of this civilization since it began centuries ago...

"It's a pity my Spanish isn't very good, otherwise I would know even more."

Language was Hu Biao's biggest regret. His Spanish was terrible, or rather, he didn't have the talent to learn it. When he got to university, he originally wanted to study it properly, but after discovering that he could learn the language from believers, he gave up the idea of ​​learning it. He thought that when the Red October Church developed to a certain extent in the future, he could absorb some believers who understood Spanish and then he could solve the problem once and for all.

However, such things cannot be rushed. The Red October is currently confined to the indigenous areas of Southeast Asia. Although there are many believers, the truly devout ones, and the only language he can learn, are all from the indigenous people of Southeast Asia. As for those who have infiltrated the organization and are fluent in Spanish, they are all treacherous and not true believers. Hu Biao cannot yet obtain language-related knowledge from them.

Okay, that's all beside the point.

He only pulled Erikson out of caution, but after pulling him out, he was in a bit of a dilemma: where the hell should he put him?

We can't just put it back on Earth, can we?

That won't do. If we do that, wouldn't the matter of Proxima Centauri B be exposed?

So, his inspiration struck him in a flash, and he had an idea.

So he left Dr. Erickson there, wanting to see if this supervisor, who had demonstrated extraordinary abilities on Proxima Centauri, would still produce any unexpected results under such circumstances.

He had many thoughts, but Dr. Sen didn't have that much time to imagine.

He was cold, not the damp, bone-chilling cold of an Earth winter, but an absolute, dry cold that stripped away all heat.

Mars' thin atmosphere, less than 1% the density of Earth's, could barely retain heat from the distant sun. The surface temperature was a mere minus twenty degrees Celsius. His body temperature plummeted within seconds; his exposed skin felt as if countless fine ice needles were piercing it simultaneously, the stinging followed by rapid numbness. His remaining consciousness urged his body to curl up, but the extreme cold made his muscles and joints stiff and unresponsive.

This wasn't even the most fatal part. He struggled to open his mouth, instinctively trying to inhale life-saving air. But what entered his lungs was almost negligible air, because the atmosphere here was mainly composed of carbon dioxide, with extremely low oxygen content and less than 3% nitrogen. For humans who depend on a 20% oxygen concentration for survival, this was practically a vacuum.

His chest heaved violently, yet he felt no satisfaction from gas exchange, only a hollow, despairing suffocation. The extremely low air pressure caused his blood vessels to dilate, tiny blood vessels under his skin to rupture, and his eardrums to bulge outwards, bringing sharp pain and a buzzing tinnitus. His eyeballs also began to feel pressure, and black spots and distortions appeared at the edges of his vision.

In less than ten seconds, his body began its final, unconscious struggle.

wrong!

Suddenly, Hu Biao's calm eyes widened, because he saw that Dr. Sen suddenly used all his strength to get up, his hands frantically scratching at the orange-red sand. This was not an unconscious action of dying, but a frantic digging with some clear purpose!

His fingers were quickly worn raw, exposing the underlying tissue and bone, but he continued to dig downwards as if he felt nothing, carving out a small, shallow pit from the loose dust and gravel.

At the same time, his body is undergoing strange changes.

His cheeks sank at an alarming rate, his skin clinging tightly to his skull, his eye sockets sunken deep, and his once-fitting suit hung loosely on his rapidly shrinking frame, as if something inside him was frantically absorbing all his life force. In just a dozen seconds, he transformed from a body still containing flesh and blood into a skeleton covered in withered skin, and a shallow pit had been dug into the ground.

Then, he suddenly opened his mouth, and in his mouth, where only dry, cracked skin covered his teeth, a tooth-grinding wriggling motion occurred, and something was squeezed out from deep in his throat.

It was a creature about the size of a palm, with an indescribable shape.

Its entire body is a slippery, dark grayish-brown color, covered with fine wrinkles that constantly ooze mucus. It has no obvious head or limbs, and looks more like a short, stout, mutated segmented insect or some kind of pupa. One end of it seems to have a mouthpart-like structure, which is opening and closing slightly.

As soon as the creature was detached from Dr. Mori's dried-out body, it immediately showed extreme discomfort with the Martian environment. It writhed and rolled in agony on the sand, its slime quickly evaporating in the dry air, its surface hardening and changing color. But its survival instinct drove it to desperately burrow into the shallow pit Dr. Mori had just dug with its relatively "sharp" end, and continue to burrow deeper into the soil.

Its movements grew slower and weaker. The Martian cold, vacuum-like low pressure, deadly radiation, and extreme dryness were also stripping it of its vitality. Just as it almost completely ceased activity, its body began to stiffen, and a layer of dust began to condense on its surface, a bizarre scene unfolded once again.

On its body surface, where the mucus had dried, a dark brown, rapidly hardening substance began to be secreted. This substance, like the elytra of a beetle, spread and covered its entire body at a visible speed.

In the blink of an eye, this originally soft-bodied creature transformed into an egg-shaped object encased in a rough, irregular, dark brown shell similar in color to Martian soil. It was deeply embedded in the bottom of the small pit it had dug itself. Soon, the dust stirred up by the wind covered the object, along with the shallow pit it had just dug, leaving only the mummified corpse lying there, enduring the Martian winds and radiation.

On the blue star, Hu Biao sat in a chair, staring at the shallow pit that had been covered up, and remained silent for a long time.