Don't go to the moon, there are gods on the far side of the moon.

When the near-orbit maintenance craft took off, all public live broadcasts in the space city were delayed by thirty minutes.

It's not about concealing anything, but about preventing the real-time optical path from being propagated a second time. Last night, Beitianmen moved the old landmark to the western suburban ground station, and today, the external observation followed the bright spot to the edge of the solar sail. No one dares to underestimate a beam of light, a frame of image, or a glass screen anymore.

Wen Zhaolin sat in the co-pilot's seat of the repair boat, wearing an old-fashioned pressure belt.

The pilot was Liang Che from the National Space Organization, and the other mission expert, Han Qing, was in charge of the external robotic arm. Neither of them were Mythic Adaptors, nor did they possess any Heavenly Pillar Echoes. Qin Lan specifically chose them to reduce the number of interfaces with the old system.

After checking the permissions, Liang Che said calmly, "Mr. Wen, during the mission, you only have the right to make suggestions, not the right to command."

Wen Zhaolin nodded.

"clear."

Han Qing added, "If you try to overstep your authority, we will lock you in the vice-chair."

"I understand."

His cooperation actually made the ground control module more vigilant.

Lu Chengong stared at the screen and said in a low voice, "He's being unusually well-behaved today, unlike a villain."

Xu Wangshu didn't respond to that word, only saying, "He's not obedient, he's just finally realized that some things won't talk to him about order."

The toolbox flashlight is on.

A belated sense of maturity.

Lin Xiaoman was placed in the adjacent lounge, where she couldn't access the mobile network and could only view task summaries on a low-brightness text screen. She sent a message.

"Hey bro, say less, save your battery."

The toolbox remained silent for a few seconds.

【The same to you.】

The scene became extremely dark after the maintenance boat entered the high-orbit debris field.

Those abandoned reflective sails, like withered silver leaves, drift between Earth and the Moon. They were once auxiliary equipment of the Earth-Moon Ladder project, used to test large-area photodynamic attitude control. After the project failed, Tianheng sealed them as orbital assets, neither dismantling them nor releasing a complete inventory.

Now, these old ambitions have finally come in another use.

Wen Zhaolin pointed to the abandoned sail with the number T-HF-09.

"That side. Its coating is incomplete, the reflectivity is weak, and there is a manual attitude wheel on the back."

Liang Che did not approach immediately, but instead sent the parameters back to the ground for verification. Xu Wangshu confirmed that there were no old celestial patterns on the sail, Qin Lan confirmed that the orbit would not threaten near-Earth space, and Lu Chengong confirmed that the fragments of the Nine Suns had not been activated.

Finally, the toolbox flashlight turned on.

[I didn't hear any mythological sounds.]

That's how it passed.

The repair boat's robotic arm gripped the edge of the wrecked sail. Han Qing activated the manual attitude wheel, and the silver blades slowly turned, revealing a gray, reflective layer in the darkness.

The sunlight brushed past one corner of it.

A very faint point of light appeared on the orbital diagram.

Almost simultaneously, the unusual bright spot at the edge of the solar sail stopped.

Everyone in the main control cabin held their breath.

The bright spot looks hesitant.

Then, it left the solar sail and moved toward the high-orbit scrap sail.

"It followed," the technician said, his voice strained. "It followed the empty target."

Lu Chengong let out a breath.

"Okay, dog walk successful."

Xu Wangshu looked at him and said, "Don't underestimate your opponent."

"I'm a smart aleck when I'm nervous."

The toolbox light comes on.

[I've been owing it for a long time.]

Lu Chenggong wanted to curse, but held back because the bright spots on the screen suddenly accelerated.

It wasn't the movement of a point of light, but rather like some unseen gaze shortening the distance. One second it was at the edge of the solar sail, the next it was close to the outer edge of the wrecked sail. A faint ring of black frost appeared on the wrecked sail's dull coating.

Han Qing's voice changed: "The sail temperature is dropping."

Liang Che immediately prepared to leave.

Wen Zhaolin stared at the abandoned sail, his face pale.

"It's confirming whether it's empty or not."

Xu Wangshu immediately ordered: "Retreat the repair boat and unhook the wrecked sail."

The robotic arm is released.

The wrecked sail drifted outward along its predetermined trajectory, like an old mirror cast into deep space. The maintenance craft reversed and retreated, but Black Frost left a small trail along the point where the robotic arm had made contact, like a finger that had pressed against metal and hadn't had time to retract.

Han Qing examines the outer arm.

"The robotic arm's end effector temperature is abnormal; it is recommended to discard the gripper."

Qin Lan approved.

The claws detached, carrying a bit of black frost as they drifted toward the wrecked sail.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after the black frost left the repair boat.

But the next second, the abandoned sail suddenly lit up.

It is not illuminated by the sun.

Instead, it exudes a cold whiteness from within.

Wen Zhaolin suddenly stood up, but was pulled back into his seat by the seatbelt.

"No, it's not looking at the sail."

Xu Wangshu asked, "What is it looking at?"

Wen Zhao stared intently at the center of the wrecked sail.

"The back of the discarded sail was engraved with Tianheng's early slogans."

Zoom in on the image.

On the gray sail, a line of words, almost worn away, emerged in the cold white light.

Let Heaven be the standard, and let order be rebuilt on Earth.

Lu Chenggong cursed aloud.

"You even carve ambitions into trash?"

Wen Zhaolin's face drained of all color.

Those words weren't an order from the old Heavenly Court, but rather a gesture of surrender that humanity had once willingly written. The unknown observer outside the shell, without looking at the name, saw the intention within the light. The abandoned sail wasn't empty; it carried Tianheng's earliest desire to borrow order from Heaven.

The bright spot stopped along the line of text.

The Deep Space Divine Court interface pops up automatically, but it lacks the old Heavenly Court format.

There is only one line of record with no temperature.

[A voluntary request for order was discovered.]

The main control room was deathly silent.

Wen Zhaolin closed his eyes.

He finally understood that the slogan he had casually carved on the discarded sail years ago had become a business card handed out to the outside world.

Qin Lan said coldly, "Destroy the defective sails."

Liang Che immediately carried out a remote micro-explosion.

But as soon as the demolition command was issued, the space around the wrecked sail seemed to be held down by something, and the signal delay suddenly lengthened.

[A voluntary request is irrevocable.]

When those words appeared, the heartbeat in the toolbox suddenly jumped.

A sentence appeared with difficulty on Lin Jibai's screen.

Let him leave on his own.

Everyone looked at Wen Zhaolin.

Xu Wangshu understood.

This statement is the light left behind by Wen Zhaolin's intention. Others blow up the sail, as if destroying evidence; only his public withdrawal can change that light from "voluntary request" to a record of human error.

Qin Lan turned on the public channel.

Wen Zhaolin stared at the increasingly bright wrecked sail, his voice hoarse but clear.

"I am Wen Zhaolin."

"Head of the early Earth-Moon Ladder Project at Tianheng".

"I once tried to use the heavens as a measure to rebuild the order of humanity."

The cold white light on the wrecked sail paused slightly.

Wen Zhaolin continued:

"I now retract that statement."

"Humanity does not make any request for order from any external entity."

"My mistake does not represent the consensus of the world."

The wrecked sail trembled violently.

The old slogan peeled away inch by inch, as if scraped off from the light.

The cold white record immediately appeared.

Does the person who withdrew represent humanity?

Wen Zhaolin could not answer.

He certainly cannot represent us.

This is precisely the coldest place outside the shell. It grasps not power, but the gaps in logic.

Just then, the toolbox flashlight turned on.

He does not represent everyone.

Xu Wangshu accessed public records.

"The Human Rights Review Committee confirms: Wen Zhaolin only represents himself in withdrawing his own mistake."

Qin Lan stamped the seal.

Lu Chengong gritted his teeth and added, "The Houyi sequence bears witness; Tianheng's slogan does not represent me."

Xiaoman sent a message from the lounge.

[Witnessed by the DreamNet, but ordinary people did not agree.]

More and more nodes are following suit and confirming.

[Witnessed by Liang Che of the space team; the individual did not consent.]

[Witnessed by archivist He Jing; the individual did not consent.]

[Repairman Zhou Jianguo testified: Whoever wants to submit it can submit it; don't include me.]

As each ordinary confirmation was pressed down, the cold white light of the abandoned sail finally began to waver.

Liang Che seized the opportunity and triggered a micro-explosion again.

This time, the wrecked sail exploded into a pile of dark gray debris.

The unusually bright spot lost its target and slowly retreated beyond the solar sail.

Before it could leave, it left behind a new record.

[There are those who submit reports within the human realm.]

We will continue to monitor the situation.

Wen Zhaolin sat in the secondary seat, not looking up for a long time.