Thesis.
Select a hundred scientists to infiltrate the enemy camp.
Zeng Ciwen knew that this was a sign of the deity's favor towards him, a concession to his perseverance.
"Alas, I ultimately chose the most difficult path... Perhaps leaving with the deity, departing from this fragile Earth about to be engulfed in war, would be the best choice," Zeng Ciwen mocked himself.
But if he left, what would happen to his family, friends, and country on Earth?
How could he let his home planet suffer?
How could he be a deserter?
His character destined him not to be a deserter.
If he truly were a deserter, the civilization he once led would not have been so crazily devoted to constantly exploring the world, even at the cost of its own destruction, just to see the stars.
This hundred-year-old white-haired elder stood by the windowsill, reaching out his hand as if to grasp the sunset in the sky.
