Stumbled Into An Alien Group Chat To Steal Advanced Technologies

"George, your mentor is looking for you!"

"Hey, George, it must be because you haven't handed your thesis to your mentor yet!"

"George, what they said is true. Your mentor, Professor Eugene, told us to tell you to immediately go to his office if we see you."

As George was walking on the Yale campus, all the classmates he met were telling him the same thing: Professor Eugene was looking for him!

At first George thought his classmates were joking with him because his phone was functioning as normal since he had just received a message ten minutes ago.

There was no reason for Professor Eugene to not contact him by phone.

It wasn't until a very special girl came up to him and said the same thing to him that he believed it to be true.

Sometimes the reason one trusted another was simple.

George liked this girl called Anna.

She was so special.

Her looks were so exquisite without a flaw and she was so breathtakingly beautiful that it seemed unreal.

She was like an angel left on Earth.

All the Yale students nicknamed her "alien beauty" behind her back!

Because she had the beauty that made all the girls jealous.

She was just like the female robot in Terminator 3.

George looked straight into Anna's eyes.

From between her beautiful curved lips came a pleasant voice, "You shouldn't keep staring at me like this. Your mentor is still waiting to see you in his office."

George recovered from his momentary daze and returned to normal.

In order to hide his embarrassment, he quickened his pace and walked to the academic building not far away.

However, Anna's voice sounded behind him again, "George, if you're free on Friday night, we can go for a drink."

"Okay, I have time on Friday..." George turned around and found that Anna had already left far away.

"Is today my lucky day? Or is it just my lucky day!" George hummed a happy tune.

He stopped staring at Anna's charming back and turned around to head to his destination: the academic building that had a medieval architectural style.

The dark gray walls gave people a serious and suppressing feeling.

George entered the academic building and walked through the corridor to the door of Professor Eugene's office.

"Phew!"

He exhaled before raising his arm to knock on the thick wooden door.

After a few dull knocks, the familiar voice of Professor Eugene came from inside.

"Please come in. George! Where have you been these past few days?! Haven't you received the messages I sent you? Why haven't you submitted your thesis on the existence of alien civilizations? What?! You lost your thesis?! The deadline is at the end of the month. If you can't submit your thesis, I can't guarantee that you'll get your degree. Alright, you can leave now. I'm going to have a headache again and you know if that happens, the consequences will be very serious!"

Hearing that his mentor was going to have a headache, George was so scared that he ran out of Professor Eugene's office.

"Dong, dong, dong!"

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor could be heard in the silent corridor.

At the same time, the sound of Professor Eugene breaking things could also be heard.

It was not until George ran out of the academic building in one breath that he moved his hand to wipe off the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

There was still half an hour before lunchtime ended.

When George looked up, an empty space greeted him. His surroundings seemed a little quiet.

"Did Professor Eugene send me a message? This is bad. If I don't finish my thesis on time, I won't be able to get my degree..."

Just as George was feeling depressed, he habitually took out his phone from his pocket. The display screen didn't show Professor Eugene's message, instead, there were messages of a few weird IDs chatting with each other.

"What chat group is this? When did I join it?"

The unfamiliar chat group that appeared before George piqued his interest. In the chat group, some people with weird IDs were chatting with each other.

Sarlatian (level 2.5 civilization): "Our planet has developed a light-speed spaceship. The video of the first flight has been uploaded to the group file. Everyone is welcome to download and watch!"

Mokalian (level 1.8 civilization): "Sarlat, are your light-speed spaceships for sale? If yes, how much universe dollars per spaceship?"

Selkian (level 3 civilization): "Light-speed spaceship? The Sarlatian's understanding of the speed of light is still in its infancy stage, far inferior to the Selkian's 10 times light-speed spaceship!"

Selkian (level 3 civilization): "The newcomer who just joined, why aren't you say anything? Your rudeness has already offended the Universe's great Selka civilization!"

Sarlatian (level 2.5 civilization) : "I advise the Selkians to not use such a tough tone when speaking to an unknown civilization. Perhaps the newcomer is from a high-level civilization that far surpasses us. Can't you see that the introduction panel of the newcomer doesn't show the level of his civilization at all?!"

George's gaze locked onto the screen in front of him.

The corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"Damn it, it's a bunch of crazy people. Why did I join such a chat group?!"

Other than the weird IDs in the chat group, the strangest thing was that there was a level of civilization represented by Arabic numerals in front of their names.

If this wasn't indicative that they were madmen, then what was?

It was probably a group of crazy space enthusiasts who had set up a chat group and unleashed their fantasies about the mysterious universe through such role-playing.

It must be so!

George operated with both hands and found the function to delete the chat group in the chat software.

The eye-catching delete button appeared under George's finger.

He quickly pressed it, not wanting to see the brainless conversations for one more moment!

However, something mystical happened right in front of George's eyes.

He couldn't delete the strange chat group.

In the following moments, George used his finger to hit the delete button crazily.

After doing as such for some time, to his despair, the conversation in the chat group still continued to pop up on his screen.

This could only prove that George's operation to delete the group had failed.

"What the hell!"

Seeing that the interface of the brainless chat could not be deleted, George was simply speechless.

In the chat group, someone with the ID Sarlatian was starting to send red packets in the group.

Sarlatian (level 2.5 civilization): "To celebrate the development of the light-speed spaceship by the great Planet Sarlat, I have prepared a red packet with generous rewards. I hope everyone can get the prize they want (the Selkians are from a level 3 civilization, they would disdain to snatch red packets)!"

"Hm? Someone is giving out red packets!" George temporarily stopped deleting and used his finger to click on the red packet symbol that appeared in the middle of the screen.

Following that, the red packet interface on the screen started to rotate rapidly for a short time.

After the rotation stopped, the prize appeared.

[Congratulations on drawing a light-speed spaceship!]

[Please enter the coordinates of your delivery address in the pop-up interface!]

???

"Are swindlers so bold now?!"

George's eyes widened. He could not believe that he had really encountered swindlers.

They wanted his coordinates, right?

It just so happened that George majored in space physics, so he could immediately name a few coordinates in the near-earth universe.

Thus, he entered a near-earth universe coordinate into the interface in front of him.

That coordinate was a famous Lagrange point.

After that, George ignored the group of "psychopaths" in the chat group.

He had to rush back to his dorm to finish his thesis.