System: My Doomsday Train Chapter 977 - 366: Rough Civilization

The "Cyan Mountain Civilization" finally uncovered the hidden problems plaguing their own society.

But—

Yet by then, it was far too late!

The "political home star" stands as the central hub of authority for any civilization. Take "Human Civilization" as an example: its "political home star" is "Water Blue Star," which originally belonged to the Fixed Star Train. Gradually, however, this role shifted to Water Blue Star, allowing the train to concentrate on external conflicts aimed at expanding domains.

He never set foot on the Cyan Mountain Civilization's political home star.

All the top leaders remained unharmed.

It's merely...

Resources amassed on the Cyan Mountain Civilization's commercial and military worlds had been thoroughly looted by him, while their armies and trains suffered the removal of their time dimensions. Right now, the Cyan Mountain Civilization was reduced to little more than a hollow husk.

No vast reserves could be freely tapped into any longer.

Just meager supplies lingered on the political home star and a few guard planets, or they'd have to extract them gradually from mining worlds—a process demanding considerable time.

The Cyan Mountain Civilization now existed as a mere shell.

Discovering this served no purpose anymore.

The trap was closing in.

"..."

Chen Mang lounged in his chair, silently observing the Cyan Mountain Civilization's elite convene in an urgent summit. Having been spotted already, hiding was pointless. He opted for the most direct and savage approach, swiftly claiming every stockpile on the final star system's military planets.

At that instant!

Nearly every resource of the Cyan Mountain Civilization now belonged to him!

He had gathered a whopping 2600 wealth units of iron ore, plus assorted other materials—though no Murphy Stone. The Cyan Mountain Civilization kept all Murphy Stones locked away on the political home star with ironclad security, yet that held no significance for him.

The remaining missions grew far easier.

Through the refrigerator, Chen Mang drew near the "Cyan Mountain Civilization" political home star. There, the patterns of the 2000-level Akanon Light Energy Main Cannon started charging gradually, devouring 700 trillion units of iron ore to unleash seven simultaneous blasts.

No dazzling glare erupted.

No fierce kickback shook it.

A thin sheet resembling a discount flyer from a store wafted from the cannon's barrel, floating lazily toward the political home star.

Simultaneously.

The Cyan Mountain Civilization's sensors picked up the incoming strike, setting off a frenzy of warnings. Every alerted official plunged into utter terror bordering on despair. They sensed an foe's presence but remained clueless about its identity or origin.

Like a spectral phantom.

Devouring them piece by piece.

The two-dimensional foil offered no countermeasures—at least, none that the Cyan Mountain Civilization possessed.

Twenty-seven minutes after Chen Mang piloted the Fixed Star Train clear of the area.

In a hushed detonation.

A radiant blaze exceeding light speed had already swallowed the whole star system. The galaxy housing the Cyan Mountain Civilization's political home star crumbled swiftly beneath the assault.

Until...

It flattened into a two-dimensional galaxy.

Reduced to a single sheet of paper, forever frozen in the void.

No lives were lost.

This dimensional collapse and time extraction ensured no deaths, nor any shift to the Second Cosmos. Existence persisted, but as flat two-dimensional entities trapped in a planar realm, stripped of thoughts, immobile—like figures trapped in an oil canvas.

...

"..."

From high above, Chen Mang eyed the galaxy with his bare eyes, and after a prolonged gaze, he murmured softly, "It looks quite beautiful."

Now, this galaxy was visible only from straight overhead; sideways, it resembled nothing but a line.

From above, though, it unveiled a masterpiece.

A exquisite artwork.

A magnificent piece.

Were this artwork small enough to bring aboard the train, it would adorn beautifully, but its span neared a million light-years—far too immense to fit.

Each planet dotted the blue-black canvas like ink splatters.

The Level 6 Cyan Mountain Civilization officially perished.

From beginning to end, he never encountered the Cyan Mountain Civilization's supreme leader, and the conflict concluded just like that.

Wars among peak civilizations prove remarkably straightforward.

Simply infiltrate foe territory, deploy a handful of two-dimensional foils, and victory is secured effortlessly.

In the instant that followed—

A series of panels materialized slowly within the train.

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"Human Civilization has fulfilled the promotion conditions and advances automatically."

"This promotion ripple covers a range of one billion light-years."

"All beings within a civilization of level one or above will, in their own manner, receive this promotion ripple."

"The transmission speed of the promotion ripple is at the speed of light."

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"Fifth-level civilization 'Human Civilization' has successfully advanced to a Level 6 Civilization."

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"Level 6 Civilization."

Chen Mang let out a soft breath, sparked a cigarette as he reclined in the chair, and savored this rare moment of tranquility, feeling as though he'd ticked off a monumental achievement.

The path to Ninth-level Civilization...

Felt tantalizingly near.

Yet deep down, he understood.

The peak loomed visibly, but the road stretched endlessly.

A Level 6 Civilization's domain was puny by comparison, while a Divine-level Civilization could claim the universe itself—a chasm truly immense. His journey to Divine-level remained arduous.

Still...

He was nearing it.

No need to hurry.

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"Civilization Name": Human Civilization.

"Civilization Level": 6.

"Civilization Leader": Chen Mang.

"Civilized Planets": Water Blue Star, Black Tortoise Star, No.1 Mining Star, No.2 Mining Star, No.3 Mining Star, No.4 Mining Star... and more.

"Civilized Population": 59 trillion people.