I, transformed into a vampire girl, sparked the Industrial Revolution.

Chapter 424 Non-human Intelligent Civilization

Two stars and one galaxy is the norm in the Caltea star system. Double the sunlight illuminates a dry planet with an average surface temperature of 75 degrees Celsius, reaching as high as 90 degrees Celsius at the equator.

Only the lakes at the poles provide some support for life, and on this planet, resources are scarce. In order to seize the scarce living space, organisms have evolved forms to fight for it.

On this planet, civilization still survives—and rises into the heavens. Like humans, every intelligent being begins to explore its own world. The end of that war has been forgotten, but the word "humanity" is forever etched in our memories.

On the planet Caltia, cities at the poles sprang up wildly like collapsing crystals, inhabited by intelligent beings who walked upright and were covered in chitinous shells.

At the planet's poles, their civilization revived, and every standard year they struggled against the planet.

Simply because they do not belong here—this planet could not have evolved creatures like them. Their grayish-white chitinous shells were not designed to survive in the scorching desert, but to traverse the ocean and land. Their bodies were not evolved to cope with the planet's deadly sandstorms.

But they survived; they were survivors of that great war.

Now, they have returned to deep space, where the Caldeans have revived their degenerated civilization over thousands of years, from the first steam engine to the first firearm, and then to electricity, photovoltaics, and thermal power generation.

But what remained constant for the Calthians throughout these thousands of years was fear.

Fear of the starry sky.

The Caltea civilization was a typical secondary civilization. After the entire fleet was shot down on Caltea, in the initial period, these creatures, who were imprisoned in the hot desert, began to change their minds over time.

"Human beings".

The Caldeans were once allies of humanity, a species saved from the brink of extinction—but in that war, they raised their arms against humanity, against the very people they had once sworn to defend.

Although this was neither their wish nor their desire, during that period, all intelligent races, regardless of their relationship with humans, raised their weapons against them. This war was cruel and absurd, plunging the surviving Caldeans into deep guilt and fear.

History becomes stories, stories become legends, legends become myths, but human memory remains in their culture—the echoes of the past cannot ultimately restrain the steps of the brave. The civilization of the Caldeans developed rapidly, and they returned to the "City of Origin," a place they had not set foot in for a long time and which only existed in legends. The original city, a flagship that had been shot down—"U-Sir"—was in the starship graveyard, where they recovered the knowledge of the ancient times.

The concept of "human beings" has returned to their society.

From the launch of the first sounding rocket by the Caldeans to the launch of their first starship, the Caldean civilization has been gazing into deep space, fearing humanity's revenge.

"Readings are normal, Your Excellency, the Deep Domain Exploration System is functioning as usual."

"I understand. How about the Deep Zone Fleet?"

The Grand Archon "K-Liel" waved his thick upper limbs. The clothes that were imitated from humans out of admiration were not what their race needed. They were just imitations of what humans did ten thousand years ago. To this day, no one remembers why the Calterians originally wore so-called clothes, but they had a real need for clothing: the deadly sandstorms of Calterian would fill the gaps between their joints with sand, making it difficult for them to move their limbs.

Concrete-built sand barriers have enclosed habitable zones in the Arctic region, protecting the fragile civilization from the encroachment of yellow sand day after day. Large vehicles built by the aquatic races—sand patrol ships—sail on these barriers, their sturdy armor and sophisticated moisture circulation systems maintaining a relatively high level of moisture in the air.

Above them—in the vast space that humans call "outer space"—several crude spaceships, attempting to be assembled into streamlined shapes from heavy metal, floated in the void. The size of these spaceships was beyond the capabilities of this nascent space civilization.

Their sole purpose is to escape.

"Your Excellency, the Deep Fleet is on routine duty, and the first batch of cryogenically stored eggs has been placed on the Regret."

The Caldeans are oviparous, which gives them a great capacity for reproduction. However, on this planet, their reproductive ability, which they should be proud of, has instead become a burden on the development of their civilization.

Therefore, in the current Caldean society, the eggs laid are handled according to class. The lowest-ranking free people are only allowed to keep one or two eggs for reproduction, while the rest are used to maintain the growth of civilization—the egg liquid is used to produce food, and the eggshells are used to produce chemicals.

However, with the development of technology, a considerable number of eggs have now been loaded onto the generation spaceship called "Regret".

They didn't know if humans would come, nor did they know if humans would still vent their anger on their civilization. In the historical archives that the Caldeans recovered, humans were so powerful that there was no doubt about it. At that time, a single sentence from a human determined the future of the Caldean civilization.

What they did not anticipate was that the spacetime of the Caltea star system began to fluctuate.

"We've broken free of position lock, gravity countermeasures are in effect, we're about to return to the physical universe, everyone hold on tight!"

Space was torn open, like a drop of water falling on a calm surface, creating ripples—and under the gaze of the Calterians, a ship appeared in the galaxy.

"The Caltea system, this is the battlefield of the Caltea War..."

Over tens of thousands of years, the debris left from the fierce fleet battle has been captured by planets and stars, forming a magnificent "debris belt".

"Start the scan. For the United Nations, there are plenty of technological artifacts left here."

Raffarin Low stood on the bridge as Alice returned to Earth, taking a different route that passed through several star systems—systems that had been battlegrounds for fleets in the past, some of which had even buried entire civilizations.

"Madam Admiral, look at this—full-area scan detected—an alien warship!"