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Chapter 29: The Girl with Stars
[Escape! He exploited surveillance blind spots and adaptive camouflage to evade detection. You are not his equal—withdraw immediately!]
Sophon's emergency transmission flickered before the man's vision.
"My Lord, I—"
The operative spat crimson, struggling unsuccessfully to rise from the pavement.
"Communicating with your masters?" Valdor approached with measured steps.
His enhanced hearing had intercepted the whispered exchange despite its minimal volume.
"Tyrant's lapdog," the man glared at Valdor with defiant hatred.
"Then what does that make you? A species-betraying vermin?" Valdor's expression remained impassive as he gazed down at his captive.
"Human civilization is beyond salvation. We merely pursue righteous action."
"Fool." Valdor felt no inclination toward debate with such delusion.
"Eliminate Human Tyranny! The world belongs to Trisolaran Civilization!"
The man screamed his organization's motto, fixing Valdor with provocative intensity—seeking to provoke swift execution through rage.
From his initial decision to join the Earth-Trisolaris Organization, he had prepared for martyrdom in the service of noble ideals.
"Eliminate Human Tyranny! The world belongs to the Trisolaran Great Lord!" the Raven echoed in sardonic mockery.
Valdor ignored his companion, maintaining calm regard for the prisoner.
Inexplicable fury ignited within the captive's chest. Had his captor resorted to abuse or torture, anger would have been expected. Yet this indifferent scrutiny generated profound helplessness—like striking cotton with closed fists.
It made him feel grotesque. Clownish.
"Do it! Kill me!" he shrieked.
"No," Valdor shook his head. "For creatures such as yourself, death represents mercy rather than punishment."
"Forcing you to witness your faith's destruction constitutes the cruelest retribution."
"You have dreamed eternally of Trisolaran descent to cleanse humanity, but that day shall never arrive."
"Instead, you vermin will languish in captivity until the Trisolaran Civilization crumbles beneath the Human Empire's righteous wrath."
"Then you will be escorted to Trisolaran ruins for execution by firing squad."
Terror replaced defiance in the man's features.
"Impossible. You cannot achieve such a victory."
Valdor regarded the man beneath his boot with something approaching pity.
"We can, and we shall. Once the Empire's ionic barrier activates, Trisolaran Civilization will be rendered blind."
"The technological blockade will dissolve, and prolonged suppression will yield explosive advancement. Humanity enters a period of unprecedented development."
"Soon, you may witness the annihilation of the first fleet dispatched by Trisolaran Civilization."
"No!" Horror consumed the prisoner's expression.
Should Valdor's words prove accurate, it would exceed death in its cruelty.
"Oh, then we can visit the Trisolaran homeworld to cultivate potatoes and tomatoes," the Raven interjected cheerfully. "With an entire civilization as fertilizer, the vegetables will surely achieve unprecedented excellence."
Valdor stared at his companion in disbelief.
Did this creature's consciousness contain anything beyond fried sustenance and condiments? When they established the magic academy, they should offer specialized courses in potato preparation and sauce creation.
Even when contemplating Trisolaran destruction, his first consideration involved agricultural products.
When the Empire moved to eliminate the evil gods lurking in the void, would this accursed bird's primary concern be experimenting with condiments derived from malevolent deity corpses?
The operative was transported within the ionic barrier zone, where Sophon surveillance proved impossible. There, he endured continuous high-intensity interrogation.
Though his will remained formidable, experienced interrogation specialists extracted every secret from his consciousness.
A great purge followed, dealing another devastating blow to the ETO. Numerous political and business elites faced arrest, creating temporary instability across human society.
The Emperor unified humanity's resources, guiding civilization's development through supreme authority.
Supported by the Pan-Eurasian Concord's formidable infrastructure—a coalition of post-national entities across Asia and Africa operating under Imperial command—ionic barrier transmission towers across the globe achieved completion within months.
The protective system designated Nuwa officially came online.
Although engineers from the Concord handled primary infrastructure and system compilation, their work was directed by Imperial authority. Naming rights were granted not as an honor, but as a bureaucratic formality.
"Activate the Nuwa System."
At the Emperor's command, researchers initiated the sequence.
Ionic barrier towers worldwide were activated simultaneously. Gleaming, streamlined spires projected massive energy beams skyward, spreading at high altitude to form overlapping barriers.
All barriers merged and connected, creating a comprehensive force field shield.
Four light-years distant, within the Trisolaran System, Trisolaris currently experienced the dark night of its Chaotic Era.
A massive moon dominated the sky, casting cold radiance across the landscape. Most Trisolarans had dehydrated into hibernation; even plant life instinctively desiccated into fibrous bundles clinging to the surface, devoid of vitality.
The colossal monitor at Earth's surveillance station flickered several times before dying completely.
High-ranking Trisolaran officials observed this development in profound silence.
The ionic barrier had severed quantum entanglement arrays connecting the Sophons. Restored to eleven dimensions, the Sophons possessed internal sensors and interfaces smaller than electromagnetic wavelengths.
Without entanglement array support, they could neither perceive the material universe nor receive transmitted commands.
Trisolaran Civilization had permanently lost their Sophons within Earth's space and could no longer impede humanity's fundamental technological advancement.
"Originally, we could have achieved effortless victory in this conflict," the Trisolaran Head of State observed, approaching the window to gaze upon moonlit wasteland.
The Military Consul displayed equal dejection. "Who could have anticipated Human Civilization producing a ruler of such formidable leadership and cunning, single-handedly altering humanity's destiny? This defies probability."
Other officials nodded in agreement.
Human Civilization had teetered on collapse before this figure's emergence reversed their fortune entirely.
He had turned the tide and defied fate itself.
Such intervention seemed almost... unfair.
"Are any options remaining?" The Head of State addressed the Science Consul. "Do we possess alternative means of constraining humanity?"
The Science Consul shook his head. "Our current technology finds it extremely difficult to impact Human Civilization across four light-years."
"One possibility remains," the Military Consul's words drew universal attention.
"Extreme pacifist factions within humanity possess significant numbers. If we could organize them into a resistance movement fighting for democracy and freedom, we might curtail the Human Empire's development."
"But Sophons can no longer enter Earth's space," the Head of State frowned. "How would we support such resistance?"
"While Sophons cannot enter Earth's space, they can still transmit messages, conveying our commands and ideology to the ETO."
The Military Consul paused before continuing: "We could provide the resistance with advanced weapons technology, granting them the capability to contest the Human Empire."
"This constitutes playing with fire," the Science Consul warned. "Any mistake could place these technologies in Imperial hands."
"Playing with fire now surpasses annihilation later. Humanity's development rate demonstrably exceeds our own."
"Allowing their peaceful advancement might result in human warships appearing above Trisolaris within our lifetimes."
The Head of State silenced all debate. "Execute the support plan. We have no alternatives."
"Additionally, prepare evacuation protocols. Should the war fail, Trisolaran Civilization will flee outward."
Within the Hibernation Center, every awakening hibernator asked the same question: "Has the Doomsday War begun?"
The facility experienced unprecedented activity during this period, with daily awakenings becoming routine.
Following the ionic barrier's successful establishment, long-suppressed human society could finally exhale. It provided desperate humanity with a genuine hope of defeating the Trisolaran Civilization.
For fairness and to demonstrate human unity while avoiding special privileges, the Empire introduced new legislation: every human must serve in the war effort and could not escape to the future through hibernation.
All hibernators required awakening and assignment to duties.
Cheng Xin awakened among them.
She remained hospitalized until her physical functions recovered completely. During this period, she learned of Earth's current situation.
All nations had vanished, with humanity unified under an imperious man calling himself the Emperor.
Earth had established an ionic barrier, blocking Trisolaran surveillance and lifting the blockade on fundamental science.
Her former organization—the Planetary Defense Council's Strategic Intelligence Bureau—had been inherited and redesignated as the Imperial Strategic Intelligence Bureau.
Though shocked by human society's transformation, Cheng Xin quickly adapted to these changes with characteristic equanimity.
Following discharge, her life gradually normalized, and she assumed it would continue peacefully.
Until a man approached her, revealing terrifying cosmic truth.
"Dark Forest? Every discovered civilization suffers devastating strikes?"
"Trisolaran Civilization prepares for mutual destruction. Once war with Human Civilization fails, they will publicly broadcast both Trisolaran and Earth coordinates to the entire universe."
Cheng Xin trembled at this revelation.
Should Trisolaran Civilization resort to mutual destruction, Human Civilization would face universal extermination.
The man continued: "Trisolaran Civilization has always sought peaceful coexistence with Human Civilization, sharing the Solar System harmoniously."
"Trisolaran Civilization desires only survival and has never intended humanity's extinction."
"Miss Cheng Xin, join our cause. Together, let us halt that tyrant and preserve both civilizations."
"Should war erupt, no one can control the ultimate consequences."
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