Those who face the wall, but are in the Nascent Soul stage.

Chapter 440 The Three-Body Problem Breaks Through the Barrier (5k)

Trisolaris.

The Great Rift Valley.

With the head of state's suicide, the government's incompetence, and the consuls almost all dead or insane, the three Wallfacers became the core of the remnant order.

In a chaotic and disordered world, a surviving portion of the Trisolaran army guarded the three Wallfacers, hoping that the communication between the human Wallfacers and the Second Fleet could bring them some hope.

Outside the Great Rift Valley, the chaos continues to escalate, with rebels and government forces vying for the surviving spaceships. Every surviving Trisolaran hopes to escape this hell on earth by boarding a small spaceship and flying away from Trisolaris.

Even if the small spaceship doesn't have a complete ecological cycle system, it's good to live one day at a time.

Unfortunately, both the rebels and the government forces would choose to fly into space the moment they seized the small spaceships, which would attract a joint attack from the rebels and the government forces, ensuring that no spaceship could escape alone.

Even if civilian armed forces or wealthy individuals escaped Trisolaris in the chaos using their private spaceships, they would still be targeted by the Trisolarans using low-powered laser weapons.

While civilian laser weapons are indeed unable to penetrate the defenses of small spaceships, the power of the people is boundless. Millions of laser weapons could easily bring down any aircraft, and every Trisolaran does not want anyone to escape successfully.

The people of the Trisolaran era, who had been suppressed by the Trisolaran government for countless years, found a sense of vengeance and indulged in a nationwide violent frenzy.

Even the few droplet detectors belonging to the military in the sky began indiscriminately ramming any spaceship that dared to fly into the sky to escape.

The defection of the First Fleet and the Second Fleet's "generals in the field may disobey the emperor's orders" made every Trisolaran deeply resent these selfish deserters. Either take me with you, or we all die together!

Amidst this global chaos, the Great Rift Valley assembly managed to stabilize itself thanks to the three Wallfacers and the still rational Trisolaran army. This army did not participate in any attempts to seize ships, but instead managed to find the last sophon and have the Wallfacers communicate with the Second Fleet.

But at the crucial moment when the Wallfacers were communicating with the Second Commander of Trisolaris, a Trisolaran soldier broke away from the ranks and went straight to the three Wallfacers.

It took off its helmet, revealing a tired face, and stood in front of the three Wallfacers.

The Wallfacers all vaguely realized something.

"Go back!" A Trisolaran officer tried to drive the small Trisolaran soldier away. The soldier raised his leg and tried to kick him, but failed. Enraged, he pointed his antimatter rifle at the Trisolaran soldier.

Compared to humanity's crude, high-yield antimatter weapons with uncontrollable power, the Trisolaran army's sophisticated standard antimatter rifles can limit the output to the "atomic" level, ensuring that only a small beam of antimatter atoms is fired, just enough to annihilate the Trisolaran's body and cause its death.

Under normal circumstances, a fully loaded antimatter rifle can fire continuously for 100,000 Trisolarans without needing to replenish its ammunition.

Even when encountering human tanks, these antimatter rifles only need to slightly increase their output power to annihilate humanity's most advanced tanks and even fighter jets.

If placed in open terrain for close combat, a Trisolaran soldier equipped with an antimatter rifle would be able to contend with the most elite army group on Earth—provided that the Trisolaran soldier squad is not preemptively eliminated by beyond-visual-range attacks.

Even when targeted by such a deadly weapon, the frail Trisolaran soldier remained unmoved, its eyes reflecting the countless campfires.

These campfires were lit by the Trisolarans in the Trisolaran world, who, due to extreme cold, rolled up their dehydrated bodies into sticks and stacked them together to seek warmth. They were the fire in their eyes and the fire in their hearts.

It looked at the oldest of the Wallfacers.

"Scientists who face the wall, I am your wall-breaker."

The entire Great Rift Valley assembly area suddenly fell silent; under the darkness, only the howling cold wind could be heard.

The Trisolaran officer dejectedly lowered his gun.

All the Trisolaran soldiers turned to look in this direction. Their thought membranes, which had been exceptionally silent under long-term and rigorous training, could no longer suppress the surging river of thought and began to surge.

They were curious, curious about what this young guy wanted to do.

The scientific wallfacer stepped out from between the humanities wallfacer and the orbital wallfacer. This old Trisolaran physicist adjusted his thermal clothing and came to the thin soldier. He slightly bent his knees to make sure he was at the same height as the wallbreaker.

"Are you from TEO?"

The thin soldier nodded.

The Science Wallfacer: "The TEO organization has disappeared. Listener 1379 died on the 'Redemption Day' spaceship. The four-dimensional spaceline that killed Listener 1379 was suggested to the Science Governor by me. I participated in the entire planning and physical verification of 'Operation New Qin'. Even the data from the recovery of the 'Redemption Day' spaceship was thanks to me."

“Our physicists sound like they’re taking credit,” the humanities wallfacer said, arms crossed.

—It used to be a TEO.

The science critic pressed on: "Excuse me, are you here to avenge it?"

The skinny soldier said, "It is a pity that Commander No. 1379 sacrificed himself for his ideals, but I will not be bothered by the dead. I am here to break through the wall."

The Science Wallfacer said, "Child, you are still young. You are not even 180,000 years old. You know nothing about physics. Go back, and I can forgive and forget."

The skinny soldier stared at it with his eyes wide open.

The science wall-facer: "I'm giving you one last chance, go back."

The skinny soldier said, "I'm very good at physics. I passed the first round of theoretical tests in the Wallfacer selection and got a very high score."

A science critic said, "The inheritance of memory is nothing to be proud of."

The skinny soldier said, “My ancestors were farmers, generation after generation. The only memories and experiences I have are of farming, clearing land, and sowing seeds during the chaotic era. My father and mother couldn’t even understand why the clods of soil they shoveled would fall to the ground. It was physics that I taught myself.”

The scientist, facing the wall, sighed deeply.

With 100,000 Trisolarans watching, the breaking of the barrier began.
The frail soldier said, “Scientist Wallfacer, your apparent plan is to build a three-day monitoring system to predict the trajectory of the Trisolarans and prevent the Trisolaran catastrophe. The real purpose is to build a warp-speed spaceship at all costs at the solar gravitational convergence point far away from the Trisolarans. Then, use 100,000 Trisolaran hours to create a slow fog, forming a black zone that seals off the Trisolaran world and creating a ‘safety declaration’ for the Trisolaran world to avoid Luo Qingshen’s purge.”

The scientists who faced the wall remained silent.

The frail soldier said, "Let's not even talk about whether you can squeeze out the resources to build a light-speed spaceship on this iron planet. Even if you manage to build a warp-speed light-speed spaceship and use the slow fog from the warp wake to envelop the Trisolaran system and form a complete low-light-speed black hole, it won't change the fate of the Trisolaran civilization's demise—because as long as the three suns still exist, even without external intervention, the Trisolaran world will inevitably perish."

The Science Wallfacer shook his head: "No, you're wrong... I really did squeeze out the resources to build that light-speed spaceship... using materials from the wreckage of the 'Redemption Day,' which is now moored outside the event horizon of the black hole."

Upon hearing this, all the Trisolarans looked at the Science Wallfacer with shocked expressions.

"There really is a spaceship traveling at the speed of light?"

Before the nearby Trisolarans could even begin to connect the dots, the Science Wallfacer scoffed, “Don’t dream. That warp drive is unmanned and has no manned capability whatsoever. It’s less than a tenth the size of a Second Fleet warship.”

The Trisolarans felt despair once again.

The thin soldier's thought process remained unchanged. He continued, "The light-speed spaceship is just an add-on for you. Its presence or absence won't affect your plan. Your real purpose should be to use more than a kilogram of antimatter to annihilate the core of the great sun and trigger a supernova explosion in advance, in order to deter Luo Qingshen."

The skinny soldier glanced at the Orbital Wallfacer: "If nothing unexpected happens, in your past plans, you should have tried to steal the antimatter that the Orbital Wallfacer had painstakingly accumulated, then assassinated the Orbital Wallfacer, and used the stolen antimatter to trigger a supernova explosion."

The orbital wallfacer stared in disbelief at the science wallfacer.

What do you mean by stealing my antimatter? Assassinating me?
The skinny soldier looked mocking: "But something funny happened. Because of the Sun God, the Great Sun entered the countdown to its supernova explosion ahead of schedule. You were the first Trisolaran to discover the abnormality of the Great Sun. You were both shocked and frightened, after all, your plan had not yet been implemented when the Great Sun entered the countdown to its supernova explosion."

Then, the arrival of the gods shattered all your hopes. The gods' methods of warfare far exceeded your most advanced technological imagination. As a physicist, you never imagined that anyone could bring a blazing sun, which was in a critical pulsar state, back to its normal state.

The scientist, facing the wall, was trembling, unable to generate even a complete thought wave, ultimately only able to display fragmented and disjointed information:
"It's not my fault... My supernova deterrence plan was perfect. As long as we could buy time with the supernova deterrence plan, and combine it with the Human Wallfacer plan to culturally integrate with Earth over a long period of time, then Earthlings would eventually have a saint to forgive us... But, but! But damn it, who could have imagined that we would smash a supernova in a critical state back to before it exploded with our fists? Who could have imagined that?"

The science wallfacer suddenly became hysterical. "Is Luo Qing a god? He's a devil disguised as a god! We've witnessed the power of the Sun God and the Star God, but we've never heard of a god being able to suppress a supernova that's about to explode! This isn't my fault."

After the demonstration, the scientist shed two tears. "I saw this scene clearly from an observatory near the Sun—the way they smashed a supernova back to normal with their bare hands! Who could have imagined this…?"

"Who would have thought this..."

The scientists who were facing the wall cried out loudly.

The Trisolarans remained silent.

Using a supernova explosion to deter the Earth is indeed a far superior deterrence plan to that of Radiaz, but...

The Humanities Wallfacer chuckled: "'The Humanities Wallfacer's plan'? So I'm involved too? But I don't have any Wallfacer plan. My core plan is just one thing: kneel down completely, wake everyone up so that Luo Qing can distinguish between good and bad, and then kill all of us bad ones. The good ones will live. You tell me whether they live or not."

The self-disclosure by the "Humanities Wallfacer" has drawn everyone's attention.

The orbital wallfacer pointed at the science wallfacer and angrily shouted, "My antimatter is for my plans, why are you stealing my antimatter?"

The skinny soldier said, "It's already exhausted all the resources it can mobilize, so it can only rob you. If I'm not mistaken, that small warp drive is probably a backup plan. If a kilogram of antimatter can't trigger a supernova explosion, then it's probably going to send the light-speed spaceship into the sun, using relativistic kinetic energy to trigger a supernova explosion in the sun in a second way... It's betting that Luo Qingshen can't intercept the light-speed spaceship, and if it wins, this backup deterrent will be effective. That's also why that spaceship is so small and unmanned. It's meant to crash into the sun, so naturally, it doesn't need anyone to pilot it."

The skinny soldier said, "As for building the Black Domain, a suicidal plan to imprison three suns and a Trisolaran star, it never even considered it; it just kept leading others to think in that direction. Besides, a small-mass, light-speed warp spaceship would need millions of Trisolaran times to create enough slow fog, which simply wouldn't have enough time."

The science wallfacers screamed and ran into the depths of the Great Rift Valley.

No one stopped.

It was clear that the thin soldier had successfully breached the wall.

The Science Wallfacer quickly reached the end of the Great Rift Valley, looked at the still scorching hot mantle after 13,000 lives, and leaped down.

The thin soldier nodded: "You can do whatever you want with me. Let me follow Commander 1379 in death."

Having said that, the successful wall-breaker spread his arms out, looking as if he were about to be slaughtered.

The track-facer stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Do you know where my wallbreaker is?"

The thin soldier looked puzzled: "Your Dark Forest Strike plan, which aims to create a violent flash by annihilating matter and antimatter to send Earth's coordinates, does it really require specialized Wallbreakers? Everyone here knows that?"

The person facing the railroad wall froze.

The skinny soldier said helplessly, "Sir, your explanation about the antimatter trap is so obvious that even a fool wouldn't believe it. We all know it, but we just don't want to say it."

The person facing the track was completely bewildered.

"I... I've been breached?" The Orbital Wallfacer stared blankly at the mantle at the end of the Great Rift Valley. "Do I have to jump in too?"

“That’s unnecessary,” a nearby Trisolaran officer hurriedly advised.

"Your plan is brilliant. Using the annihilation of matter and antimatter to generate a flash of light to send Earth's coordinates is definitely one of the most effective deterrent solutions. However, the Dark Forest Strike is probably ineffective against beings of Luo Qingshen's level. Your Wallfacer Plan, while not a success, is certainly not a failure either. This matter-antimatter annihilation deterrent system... might still be useful in the future."

"At worst, you can use the antimatter you've stored as a backup energy source," one of the Trisolarans said.

The man facing the rails sighed silently and retreated behind the crowd.

The thin soldier opened his eyes: "Nobody killed me?"

The assembled Trisolaran army gradually dispersed, and no one paid it any attention.

Even the officer who had just pointed a gun at him didn't make a move.

Humanities Wallfacer: "According to you, the Science Wallfacer actually failed a long time ago. It just continued to use its Wallfacer identity to deceive people and refused to admit defeat during this year. Now that you have exposed it, it naturally can't survive anymore... You didn't do anything, and no one cares about other people's business these days."

The thin soldier nodded thoughtfully, picked up his helmet and put it on, then gripped his standard-issue rifle.

Since no one was going to kill it, it would have to go and kill the rebellious Trisolarans, but before that, it wanted to make some effort.

"I noticed that Zhizi doesn't seem to have shut down communications. Did the Second Fleet see what just happened?"

The Humanities Wallfacer nodded: "Yes, the Second Fleet Commander watched a great show."

Second Fleet Commander: "..."

It suddenly realized that the mental state of this humanist Wallfacer and this Wallbreaker seemed even more dangerous than its own, and both of these Trisolarans were members of the Trisolaran Earth Organization.

The thin soldier asked, "May I say a few words to the commander of the Second Fleet?"

The humanist who had been facing the wall stepped back two steps, and the sophon that had unfolded in six dimensions floated to the front of this wall-breaker.

The thin soldier: "Hello, sir."

Second Fleet Commander: "Hello, Wallbreaker."

The thin soldier asked, "Sir, what are the Second Fleet's next plans?"

Second Fleet Commander: "Exterminate human civilization and proceed to the Taurus system."

The Taurus system is far from the starless isolation zone and shows no signs of having been developed by advanced civilizations, which might be a good place for the Second Fleet.

The skinny soldier: "Can we not do this?"

Second Fleet Commander: "Reason?"

The skinny soldier said, “We can’t know the true outcome of the war of gods, nor dare we speculate on the condition of those two human gods. We also can’t know who will win the war between the carbon-based Federation and the silicon-based Empire. Rather than venting our emotions in a retaliatory manner, we should leave a way out—after all, the Trisolarans here are already doomed, so let’s not make a fuss.”

The Second Fleet Commander said, “A supernova will not occur until twenty Earth years from now. If you can build another light-speed warp drive within twenty years, even if the ship can only carry a thousand Trisolarans, that would be enough for them to escape to Earth and reproduce again.”

Commander of the Second Fleet: "The Second Fleet's early annihilation of the solar system is for your own good."

Second Fleet Commander: "I know this will be risky, but the Second Fleet always has to do something for our home planet, to leave a seed of hope."

Commander of the Second Fleet: "May the 197th Trisolaran civilization rise on Earth."

The frail soldier knew that the human world, without the protection of the gods, had no chance of resisting the Second Fleet. Realizing he couldn't save that beautiful, azure world, he felt a pang of sorrow. He thanked the Wallfacer and dejectedly returned to his unit.

The Humanist Wallfacer looked at the Second Fleet Commander in the Sophon.

Those who face the wall in the study of humanities: "Take care of yourselves."

Second Fleet Commander: "Goodbye, Starsea!"

The Humanist Wallfacer proactively shut down the Sophon communication and, taking advantage of everyone's inattention, snatched an antimatter rifle and destroyed the last Sophon in the Trisolaran world.

"What are you doing?" All the Trisolarans' thought waves were simultaneously filled with shock and anger.

“Cutting ties with the Second Fleet is part of the plan,” the Humanist Wallfacer said calmly.

(End of this chapter)