There's a huge incinerator here, and at its core is a tiny star that's spinning.

There was a controller at the door, and when he saw the new garbage coming, he didn't even lift his eyelids, and then touched two buttons.

Brushing ...... A transparent slot stretched out, enveloping them all with a brush, and in the next second, the waste was already transported into the swaying stellar core, instantly turned into powder by the heat.

'Scrap XXXX has been disposed of......'

The corresponding data was entered into a database shared by the High Races Alliance and the Vault.

It's just a two-step step, and the basic information of this incinerated race is collected.

The form and composition from birth to death are clearly marked, waiting to be consulted by the higher races and institutions interested in this race.

For the most part, though, no one is interested in a race that loses too quickly.

This race of demonstrators, discovered from a small galaxy, will be completely forgotten and will quietly go on with their lives.

Of course, this is the norm.

Even the High Race Alliance, which has the right to monitor the safe area of the vault, didn't find out that the moment this race entered the incinerator, there was actually a creature corpse that was crushed at the bottom, and it was actually taken away by another hidden absorber.

The corpse jumped two or three times at the spatial node, and finally landed in a white space.

In this space, there are many, many more samples like it.

Everyone was suspended in a transparent lattice, quietly waiting for something.

Not long after, a mechanical voice sounded.

'A new sample of XXXX is in place, and basic biological element examination begins. ’

Then the new specimen fell into a test dish marked with strange symbols.

If Mai Fan was here, he would recognize it at a glance, and this symbol was the symbol of the research center where he went to perform the biological test this morning.

It turns out that this research institute is not only collecting genetic data of various races on the surface, but behind the scenes, they are also using all means to obtain biological data that they cannot get on the surface.

Due to the vigilance of living beings, there are only a few people who can go to the research institute to provide samples.

And the cost of exploration for wild species is too high.

Activities such as the exhibition column can bring together a large number of species and creatures at one time......

It's perfect for a research institute inside the vault.

And the purpose for which they provide protection, as well as the cost of waste, is in front of the low-hanging fruit......

It's not worth mentioning at all.

At this time, the sample that had been deliberately stolen was left in the analysis room of the research center in the vault.

A complex and sophisticated instrument, after feeling that the sample is in place, begins its analysis.

By this time, it was already late at night in the shelter.

The person in charge of the monitoring on duty just glanced at the monitor and stopped care.

Because they know that after these races settle in, it will be the peak of their sample collection.

And this kind of life will continue until this group of people leaves.

How can there be any active extraction of such a dead sample?

On the first day of their institute, they didn't even finish analyzing the samples they took on their own initiative.

Didn't you see the researchers in the institute, are you still working overtime?

No, the researchers in the center are now complaining about the workload tonight.

One of the men, who was holding a blood sample, was complaining to his mentor.

"Teacher, what do you think we're looking for?"

"Haven't we done enough research over the years?"

"Tissue replacement between different species, the possibility of communion between non-homogeneous species, and the prolongation of the life characteristics of a species, the successful case of replicating the population......"

"We've got all of that. ”

"But why is there still such a large amount of work, day after day research, extraction, extraction, and research......

"It can't really be the legend that someone is studying the possibility of life forever, right?"

"Are these people crazy? Is there anything that lasts forever in the vast universe?"

"Even the stars will fall, right?"

But his teacher had a serious face: "Don't ask so many questions if you shouldn't ask." ”

"What was my original intention when I brought you here?"

Student solemnity: "In order to study the deepest meaning of life......"

The teacher sighed, how could his students still be so innocent.

As far as the subject of their research is concerned, they have been wanted by no less than two or three higher races.

His research philosophy of dedication to racial equality and homologous development would not be tolerated by the higher races at all.

When he was desperate, it was the boss behind the shelter who accepted him, gave him a place to live, and gave him such a high-end research environment.

Whatever the person behind this wants to do, at least it doesn't conflict with his current research.

He believed that the superiority of the so-called higher races could be broken by relying on his current research.

This old man, who couldn't see his expression and looked very casual, looked into the distance.

He seemed to see the tragic past when his race was almost wiped out because he provoked a higher race.

Those scenes of struggling in the mud are still vivid in my mind.

Is there anything wrong with the higher races?

No, the IQ of their clan can be regarded as the top in the vast universe.

It's just because these higher races have a longer history of development than them, just because their race is a little immature, just because, before that, they never thought that there would be vicious extermination and invasion......

It is only because of the excessively high moral standards that they forget the evil of competition between species......

That's why we're in this situation.

He stood in the research room, striking at the lower races.

But he knew that these sacrifices were temporary and necessary.

As long as there is a breakthrough in his research.

From now on, racial equality will not be a dream.

At this he looked at his student, who seemed to be reminded of the unpleasant past, and when his gaze met that of his tutor, he became firm.

Once again, a room full of people threw themselves into intense work.

It was at this time......

"Huh, teacher, look at this. ”

"Look at these two samples, are they from the same race?"

"But there is already a clear distinction in the characteristics of the species that are presented. ”