Chapter 864: The Dazzling Stars (Part Nine) (Patreon)

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From the breathtaking scenery of the Andromeda Galaxy's Great Nebula to the pungent scent of war in the Centaurus Millennium, from the glorious days of Asgard Warfare Space to the gradual cessation of conflicts in the Nine Realms.

Sif, although she had never witnessed the glorious era when Odin led the gods and conquered Asgard, had accompanied the formidable fleets of Asgard, traversing every corner of space and encountering countless civilizations that shone like stars.

As a race with the luxury of living for thousands of years, their knowledge and experiences were unparalleled compared to the short-lived races with lifespans of only a few decades. In the past, Sif could have proudly claimed that she had seen it all, witnessed grand events beyond imagination.

But today's spectacle was beyond her expectations.

She had long known that humans were exceptionally skilled at creating explosives. Their civilization seemed to revolve around bombs, bombs, and even bigger bombs. They didn't hesitate to build their industrial foundation on top of explosives, relentlessly pushing the boundaries of bomb-making. They had successfully created super-bombs capable of annihilating their own kind dozens of times over.

However, the current situation was still unexpected for Sif. She hadn't anticipated that humans would not only create super-bombs capable of destroying their present selves dozens of times but also develop bombs that could potentially obliterate their future selves hundreds of times over.

Sif could understand that primitive spacefaring civilizations often had to dispose of space debris by simply tossing it far away, with the intention of dealing with it when they had the means. Asgard had followed a similar path in its early days.

Their spaceships were not initially as powerful as they were now. The early warships were not only weaker but also more challenging to construct. The Dwarf race wasted countless materials daily, some of which could be recycled in vast furnaces, while others had to be discarded in remote, empty places.

Initially, the Asgardians believed that with the vastness of space, what harm could a little space junk cause? Even if they built spaceships, what were the chances of colliding with it?

However, once spaceship technology matured, and faster-than-light travel became routine, they realized that space wasn't as empty as they had thought. In fact, it could be quite crowded, and a slight error in navigation could lead to collisions with celestial bodies.

Asgardians had no qualms about space traffic accidents; after all, they fought interstellar wars by leaping onto enemy spaceships and engaging in close combat, withstanding enemy fire.

Initially, space debris did cause some trouble for their fleets, as Sif had heard her uncle mention. Most early accidents in the fleet were caused by Asgard's careless disposal of space junk.

However, the losses in personnel were minimal. Even if they collided with debris, it would result in no more than a few days of rest back home.

But humans were different. With their fragile frames, even a small meteorite could be fatal to early spaceships, let alone the densely packed space junk.

Once their spaceship was damaged, they couldn't tough it out like the Asgardians, flying hundreds of light-years back home with injuries.

Sif stood there, stunned for several moments, before she shouted, "Humans! Have you lost your minds?"

"Quick, contact S.H.I.E.L.D…" Sif began gasping and exhaling frantically, her chest rising and falling rapidly, clearly infuriated.

One of the crew members immediately tried to calm her, saying, "Sif, His Royal Highness, please calm down. We've seen the madness of humans before. I'll call their official organization right now."

The crew member took out a communication device and dialed. After a while, he grew frustrated and said, "What's going on? Why isn't anyone answering these numbers in the contact list? Where have they all gone?"

"Call Sanctum Sanctorum!" Sif roared. "They were very diligent when they were selling us their telephones. But now that we need them, they can't be found?"

The crew member picked up the communication device again and, after a moment, said, "Hello? Is this the Sorcerer Supreme? We are members of the Asgard patrol fleet, accompanying Sif, His Royal Highness, in maintaining the security of the Nine Realms and, well, the cleanliness of the Nine Realms."

"We've discovered excessive space debris within the Solar System. What's going on? Is there a sudden surge in space technology? But even so, you can't... Oh, Sif, His Royal Highness, Sif, His Royal Highness!"

Sif snatched the mobile phone and yelled into it, "Strange! Have you lost your minds? You've launched so much junk into space without considering the future of your spaceships and navigation routes?"

"I know that when space technology experiences explosive growth, production capacity is crucial. In a sense, developing space travel devices is an exhaustive method. As long as you toss enough, you'll eventually find the right solution. But you also need to think about the future..."

"What? If you can't reach Mercury this year, there's no future? Why the rush? I understand your lifespan is relatively short, but it's not as if you need to reach Mercury within a year, right?"

"What are you planning to do? The density of this space debris is making me fear it might affect the orbital trajectories of the planets around you. And you all think it's okay? You bunch of madmen!"

Hearing the words from the other side, Sif sighed and said, "Well, I understand. You started later, and you face more challenges. Earth has unique advantages, and there are surely many who are eyeing this place. You must accelerate your development."

Sif pinched her brow and continued, "I am currently in the inner Solar System. I have two escort ships here, and I can send three more later. We can help you clean up, but you must understand that this can't go on forever."

"Let it be. Even if I tell God-King His Majesty, he'll probably think the same way. After all, you are the people of the Nine Realms. Yes, he sees great potential in you. Well, don't talk about personal feelings; Asgardians are not as sentimental as you humans."

"By the way, to prevent your important equipment from getting damaged during the cleanup, you better have your devices withdrawn. What? They've already landed on the planetary surface? None of them are floating in the air? Very well, I understand. Goodbye."

Ending the call, Sif turned to the captain of the escort ship and said, "Bring in three more escort ships. Let's clean up this mess together."

She shook her head in frustration and said, "When these humans had their technological explosion, they were too busy tossing equipment into space. By the time they realized there was too much junk, it was too late, and they probably expected us to deal with this Rotten mess for them."

"Who made them the most promising race in the Nine Realms? Come on, let's clear all the debris floating in the sky, be careful not to touch the equipment on the planetary surface."

On S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Helicarrier, Nick Fury used a special telescope to watch the dazzling light streaking across space.

He saw the escort ships execute a swift maneuver, and with a whoosh, a brilliant laser shot from the side of one of the warships, shattering a massive space debris ball, making it vanish into the light.

Nick clicked his tongue and said, "Leaving aside everything else, Asgard's weapons are quite convenient. Are you sure you don't want to get into the arms trade?"

Loki, sitting on a sofa, swirled his glass of wine and said, "Asgard's weapons are of no use to you. It's all about energy, energy, or energy."

"Can't the Ark Reactor help with that?" Nick asked, still watching.

Loki sighed and said, "Although I'm not an expert in this area, having a few advanced components won't make a spaceship work. For example, a warship is meant for fighting. If you use the Ark Reactor's energy to power the cannons, first, you need protection for the Ark Reactor. You can't expect every shot to hit and destroy all enemies trying to disable your energy source. What if there's a mistake?"

"Secondly, you need a technical hidden energy transmission channel that can't be detected by the enemy's scanning devices. Otherwise, if the opponent cuts your wires, the ship will be useless."

"At the same time, you need sufficient maneuverability. In interstellar warfare, no one stands still for you to aim. Even if both sides use chemical fuel-powered spaceships, the one that can run faster wins."

"Lastly, you need to scan the opponent's weaknesses, requiring complementary scanning and reconnaissance technology. Sometimes the main ship's scanning range isn't wide enough, so you need auxiliary scout ships, which in turn require scout robots and anti-trap devices."

Nick covered his forehead and said, "Stop, I have a headache."

Loki shrugged and said, "Actually, humanity is playing on easy mode, or you could say you're incredibly lucky."

"Your homeworld is highly habitable, requiring minimal effort for modification, at most maintaining the stability of the Earth's core to prolong its lifespan, but that's billions of years away."

"The rotation and revolution speeds are suitable, and the planetary shields are relatively easy to set up. There's no shortage of resource planets of various types within the galaxy, and they are all relatively close. Plus, the Sun provides natural energy."

"What's even more outrageous is that you have an Iron Sorcerer for universal science and technology, and a Sorcerer Supreme for advanced magic. With Asgard's protection externally and a shadow curtain internally, other civilizations wouldn't even dare to dream like this."

Loki stood up, patted Nick's shoulder, and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, then said, "You think mutants are a headache, but in reality, in other civilizations, these matters might not even make it to the front page of their daily news."

"I've seen a civilization that was on the brink of breaking out of their star system. Suddenly, most of the population's homeworld star cluster plunged into extreme cold. For the next thousand years, all the headlines were about which place's heating boiler had exploded, which city's population had sharply decreased, and everyone had gotten used to it."

"Other civilizations faced industrial accidents, atmospheric pollution, shortened planetary lifespans, and had to relocate."

"Some stars went dark, planets collided, sudden physical mutations occurred, and entire tribes inexplicably contracted deadly diseases. Most civilizations struggled like this."

"Humanity is like a flower in a greenhouse. Only when you never have to worry about food and drink can you have so many disputes and philosophical musings."

"If survival is difficult and you're constantly struggling to stay above the survival line, you won't have the luxury to endlessly debate over the X-gene."

Nick smiled and said, "Your description of these disasters reminds me of a race..."

He and Loki exchanged glances, then simultaneously wore a knowing smile and said in unison, "Sulphur Dwarves."

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