For humanity, burn the stars.

Rook seemed to realize that he had been a little too emotional just now, which was not in line with the composure that a higher race should have.

It quickly calmed down, and the tendrils that had unconsciously stretched out slowly retracted and overlapped in front of it again.

After careful consideration, it still had no intention of changing its previous decision.

From any perspective, what Qin Heling said makes perfect sense.

Even if you're worried he'll escape, you can remove the spaceship's engines, and they'll definitely take precautions.

Given his overwhelming technological advantage, he had absolutely no chance of escaping.

Relieved, Luke seemed to be already imagining the success of the exhibition.

It began to excitedly consider the benefits of this idea, and its whiskers began to flutter gently again:

"It's definitely a good idea to let the audience have a more direct experience of the level of human technology and civilization."

"Although the technology is outdated, the spaceship certainly adds a lot of charm to the historical context."

"In this way, you are no longer just an isolated 'human exhibit,' but have a background and a story."

"Hmm! In that case, you should be considered a 'civilization specimen'!"

It seemed to have already foreseen the grand spectacle of the future exhibition, its fiber optic organ swaying joyfully:

"Yes! That's it."

"A human warship, commanded by the last human general..."

"It's perfect in terms of both its topicality and its completeness!"

Qin Heling shrugged and said casually:

"Anyway, everything is under your control."

"Whatever."

His voice was calm and even, as if he were stating a fact that had nothing to do with him, which reassured Luke even more.

Luke's optical fiber organ flickered slightly, clearly indicating that he was in a good mood.

However, Rook's whiskers twitched slightly, as if he were thinking about something.

It turned to Qin Heling, casting an intrigued glance and asking:

"So, which warship do you want?"

"I also have a collection of human warships; you can choose any you like."

Qin Heling shook her head and offered her own thoughts to Luke:

"If possible, I would prefer to use warships that I am familiar with."

"Considering all factors, let's choose from small frigates that one person can operate."

"The Ripple, Starmark, Clive, and Sutton are some good options."

Qin Heling searched the information in the seed fire system's database and reported the numbers of four spaceships in succession.

These are all fleets under the command of Major General Qin Heling from the Earth Alliance Fleet at that time.

And the Starmark, equipped with that imaginary jump device, was naturally among them.

However, in order to avoid revealing his purpose, Qin Heling mixed it in with the other spaceships.

After saying that, Qin Heling made a new request:

"Please send me pictures and information once you find the whereabouts of these spaceships."

"Please let me see them so I can choose the most suitable one."

Ultimately, the choice must be in your own hands; otherwise, you'll be helpless if the other side simply throws one at you.

Luke was very satisfied with Qin Heling, who was very cooperative and actively fulfilled his obligations as an exhibitor, and planned to let him do his job.

After all, who understands the selling points of "human beings" better than humans?

Rook noted down these warships, preparing to search through the database.

However, its optical fiber organ suddenly curled up, and one of its tentacles rose up, as if pondering:

"...'Starscar'?"

When Qin Heling heard it precisely mention the most crucial warship, his heart leaped into his throat.

The condition of the other warships doesn't matter, but the most crucial Starmark absolutely cannot have any problems...

Fortunately, what Luke said next eased his tense nerves again:

"What a coincidence, the name of this warship... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."

Rook pondered for a moment, but seemed unable to recall anything immediately. He shook his whiskers and continued:

"I'll ask about it in the meantime."

Having finalized the plan, Luke left the manor with great interest.

Simulated sunlight moved slowly through the living room, its light spots creeping across the delicate texture of the carpet and climbing up the armrests of the soft chairs.

Qin Heling sat quietly in the light, her eyelids lowered, casually glancing at the tall French windows of the manor.

Outside the window, the artificial sky was a clear, unblemished blue, without a single cloud.

Just like Qin Heling's mood at this moment.

You can't laugh, you really can't laugh...

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Two more days passed.

Meanwhile, the previous "exhibition" at the school continued to reverberate within Vera's upper class, causing ripples in the social fabric.

In news reports and social circles, Qin Heling's name has gradually appeared in the sight of many Vera.

As humans reappearing, they are a novel topic of conversation for them.

Of course, what attracted more attention from the nobles of Vera was the name of Luke.

Although it was essentially just the young master's petty squabbles, and everyone knew what was really going on.

However, inevitably, more and more Villas have taken notice of this and are trying to get involved by investing.

This can mostly be understood as an attempt to curry favor with the governor's child.

During this period, many people hoped to communicate with Qin Heling, or rather, Luke, who was behind him, and try to climb up to his coattails.

But all of this has little to do with Qin Heling himself.

After all, he was just an exhibit, and no one would bypass Luke to approach him.

Qin Heling simply stayed quietly in the manor, reading and resting.

Occasionally, accompanied by intelligent robots, it takes a stroll in the courtyard, like an exhibit that is truly content with its current situation.

Of course, the exploration of the 'Seedling System' in my mind never stopped.

Finally, on this day, he received the news he truly needed.

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Looking at Luke, who had returned with news, Qin Heling showed little expression.

With just a hint of doubt in his eyes, he asked:

"You mean...?"

"Is that 'Starmark' among Varian's father's collection?"

Luke hovered in the living room with a lighter and more agile posture than usual, and one of his tentacles curled upwards, its tip swaying slightly.

"Yes, so I had some recollection of it at the time."

"Varian's father was an inspector, not much different in rank from my father, so it's normal for him to collect some distinctive human artifacts."

"Our two families are close; I may have even seen the Starmark at one of their private exhibitions."

Luke seemed to be in a good mood, and continued:

"Once you're ready, you can come with me to check on the spaceship's condition at any time."

"I can't wait to get ready for the next exhibition."

Qin Heling listened and nodded calmly.

"I see."

"I can do it anytime."

As Luke boarded the spaceship, Qin Heling seemed to be getting closer and closer to his chance to escape.

But for some reason, Qin Heling had a slightly uneasy premonition, as if shrouded in dark clouds.

I have a feeling that the coincidences surrounding the "Starmark" are a bit too much...