Minecraft: Steve came to the back room

Yang Bo sat in the driver's seat, browsing various physics knowledge on a tablet computer.

As his blood volume increases, his overall physical fitness will improve, and even without the support of the super brain gene, his memory is now comparable.

"No wonder those scientists are so obsessed; quantum physics is indeed addictive."

The scary thing about knowledge isn't not understanding it, it's understanding it.

Once you start looking into it, everything outside will become boring, and your whole life will probably be trapped in a string of numbers.

Suddenly, a notification sounded inside the spaceship, followed by some red dots appearing on the screen.

Yang Bo immediately put the tablet he was holding into his backpack and stared at the screen excitedly:

"We've finally found it!"

Because there are no stable jump points in the Trisolaran universe, he could only use the Space Stone to forcibly open a wormhole and arrive at the place calculated by Shen Yufei. However, he did not find the Trisolaran fleet after arriving there.

Although the Trisolaran fleet can only travel at 0.1 times the speed of light, that is still 3 kilometers per second.

Having no other choice, he released tens of thousands of mustard seeds to conduct a thorough search of the route between Trisolaris and Earth.

It was also by sheer luck that, in just three days, Mustard Seed discovered the Trisolaran fleet.

"Let's go, catch up and get to work."

Piloting the spaceship, based on the location transmitted back by the mustard seed, they directly used the space stone to jump to the Trisolaran fleet's inevitable route.

As soon as he emerged from the wormhole, Yang Bo saw the white 'star' in the dark depths of space.

It was a star composed of white light emitted from the thrusters of thousands of spaceships.

Each one is like a drifting mountain of metal, not as exquisite as one might imagine; everything is for practicality.

Soon, the stars dimmed.

Thousands of giant ships slowly opened their massive metal magnetic funnels at the bow, silently capturing the sparse particles of interstellar space.

Yang Bo piloted his spaceship at a speed of 0.4C towards the Trisolaran fleet. He spotted them, and they obviously spotted him too.

A large number of particle beams flew in at once.

Unfortunately, as these particle beams approached Yang Bo's spaceship, they suddenly slowed down, and some even abruptly turned and flew into deep space.

"With dual shields of time and space, you think a mere particle weapon can take down an airplane? Dream on!"

Just then, ten silvery-white water droplets flew straight towards him from the fleet.

Yang Bo's eyes lit up when he saw these "water droplets" on the monitor.

"Water droplets!!"

Its perfect teardrop shape, with a rounded head and a pointed tail, was simply headfirst into Yang Bo's heart.

This thing is a detector of the Trisolaran fleet, and also a weapon. It is made of a strong interaction material and can reflect electromagnetic waves 100%. Even under a microscope with a magnification of ten million times, it is still an absolutely smooth mirror.

Just as the water droplet was about to hit him, Yang Bo had a thought, and the small transport ship disappeared.

The water droplets, having lost their target, brushed past Yang Bo, but the next moment, the cosmic vacuum seemed to become incredibly viscous, and these water droplet detectors, famous in the world of "The Three-Body Problem," were frozen in place by time.

The rest becomes extremely simple.

After Yang Bo teleported there, he reached out and collected the water droplets into his backpack.

Ultimately, only one of the nine water droplets remained, suspended in space.

"You're the only one left! Perfect timing to test the effectiveness of my geological hammer!"

He took out a geological hammer that emitted a purple glow from his backpack and then smashed it down on the water droplet's head with all his might.

thump—

There is no sound in the vacuum of space, but Yang Bo still experienced auditory hallucinations.

Under his full-force attack.

The water droplet was not damaged at all, not even leaving a mark.

"Excellent! As expected of a water droplet!"

Having materials with strong interaction forces is essentially equivalent to physical immunity. Even the vibranium weapons of Wakanda that can decompose matter would be completely ineffective against the droplet.

However, this was not the end. Yang Bo took out a pistol that emitted a purple halo from his backpack, then aimed it at the water droplet and pulled the trigger.

boom--

The spark at the muzzle flashed and disappeared.

The water droplets, which should theoretically deflect the bullet, were as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of this bullet.

Instantly, the strong interaction force generator inside the water droplet was destroyed.

Once freed from its constraints, the water droplet disintegrated into countless fragments in space.

"As expected, the water droplet still can't reach the level of rules."

The water droplet uses an internal strong interaction force generator to firmly lock the atomic nuclei of its outer shell, making the shell's strength far exceed that of any natural substance.

However, the water droplet's defense is somewhat insufficient against the "Penetration" enchantment.

They are not the same thing at all.

One is a concept, the other is physics.

Yang Bo put away his pistol and then looked at the Trisolaran fleet that was still firing particle beams.

With a thought, his figure vanished into the universe.

Inside the cockpit of the Trisolaran flagship, a group of humanoid creatures with smooth, mirror-like surfaces were frantically flashing with light spots that changed from bright to dark.

"Wow, this is quite a heated discussion!"

Yang Bo's sudden appearance interrupted the Trisolarans' 'discussion'. These Trisolarans used light signals to directly express their inner thoughts, communicating with light without needing to speak.

However, this way they have no way to hide their thoughts or lie.

Yang Bo took out a white food stall chair from his backpack and sat down, gazing at the Trisolarans who looked like 'mirror men'.

"I've come here to talk to you. I need your Trisolaran technology. In return, I can spare your civilization. What do you think?"

Soon, a Trisolaran who appeared to be taller stepped out from the group.

Some bright and dark spots flashed across his body, and some words were projected onto the open ground in front of Yang Bo.

We can grant your request.

The Trisolarans considered it a worthwhile thing to use technology to ensure the continuation of their civilization.

"Are you human?"

Yang Bo was very satisfied with the Trisolarans' sensible attitude:

"I suppose so. But you're lucky you ran into me. If you had run into the Human Alliance or the Twin-Headed Eagle or something..."

"You colonists of the world, even euthanasia is a luxury you can't afford."

As for encountering the Earth Alliance... well, just take them back to have children.

Mark the space on the fleet.

"Gentlemen, I have some good suggestions for your future. I wonder if you would like to hear them?"

What suggestion?

"First, tell me who is the fleet commander. Also, I need your language foundation model."

The Trisolarans don't lie, but right now he has no idea what the different flashes mean.

He must first understand the situation of these Trisolarans before considering whether or not to keep them.

Chapter 415 Ding Yi and the Geological Hammer

In the underground headquarters of the Trisolaran home planet.

A group of Trisolarans were like people in a disco, their bodies flashing as they exchanged their inner thoughts and questions.

"Your Excellency, the First Fleet has been completely lost contact."

"I'm terrified. What if another civilization discovered them and wiped out the fleet?"

"What if other civilizations have discovered us as well?"

"Your Majesty, I don't want to die."

Inside the room, the bodies of dozens of governors and high-ranking Trisolarans were covered with layers of light spots.

Their thoughts poured out without restraint, a jumble of fragmented, fearful, and chaotic ideas.

"The global observatory array and deep space monitoring network repeatedly swept across the 4.2 light-year route, and the First Fleet's flight path, engine light trails, gravitational fluctuations... were all cleared to zero."

A thousand colossal warships, spanning generations, vanished completely into the interstellar void.

Upon receiving the news, the Trisolarans became even more confused, but amidst the chaotic light and shadow, the leader was surrounded by a deathly darkness.

His body was devoid of any extra light; he could be said to have abandoned all emotional fluctuations, leaving only the absolute calmness of the Trisolaran civilization.

"Stop the useless emotional outpouring."

A faint light emanated from the head of state, and in an instant, the chaotic scene was completely suppressed.

"Excluding conventional cosmic strikes."

"If the Dark Forest is cleaned up in a conventional way, it will inevitably leave behind gravitational ripples, energy aftershocks, and traces of spatial distortion."

The entire airspace along the flight path was exceptionally clean, as if erased by rules from a higher dimension, rather than by physical destruction in a lower dimension.

"What we encountered was not a hunt, but the unknown. It was a higher-level cosmic rule force that the Trisolaran civilization had never encountered before."

"The First Fleet has been determined to be permanently out of contact across the entire region, and is presumed to be completely destroyed."

All fleet navigation data and airspace monitoring records were sealed and classified as top secret.

All interstellar expedition plans were terminated, the home planet's defenses were tightened across the entire region, and all external exploration was suspended.

From this day forward, the Trisolaran civilization will remain in complete hibernation—observing the stars in silence, and revering the darkness.

Inside the hall, all was quiet.