On the eve of the project's shutdown, overseas suppliers cut off shipments of high-temperature superconducting tape. One comprador expert declared, "There are no shortcuts in science," and was ready to personally bury China's artificial sun.
Assistant engineer Lin Yuan bound himself to the Civilization Spark System.
While others drew divine gear from gacha, he lit up an entire human technology tree whose path had already been proven in the future.
Twenty-tesla high-temperature superconducting magnets, ignition in ninety days, electricity prices reduced to next to nothing; tungsten-copper divertors, tritium-breeding blankets, carbon nanotubes, and room-temperature superconductors, a materials revolution that rebuilt the foundations of industry; space elevators rising from the ground, orbital factories working through the night, helium-3 mined on the moon, cities built on Mars. In the blazing exhaust of fusion engines, steel fleets set sail. Leading his entire nation, he carried civilization into the depths of space.
Supply cutoffs? Sanctions? Technology blockades?
They simply did not exist.
Only when humanity strode into the sea of stars did it discover that the dark universe was already teeming with hunters lying in wait. Lin Yuan had just one thing to tell them:
"From this day on, humanity will set the rules of this sea of stars."
Wherever the spark reaches, civilization will endure.
