The Age of Cosmic Breeding: Deep Space Shepherd

In AD 2085, humans killed their own technology with their own hands. The starry sky has become an unspeakable taboo. I thought this was for sustainable development. Until I picked up an ancient black stone, and a cold message was implanted in my mind: [Brain development degree: 5.01%. Welcome, candidate. I was shocked to realize that we were wrong, so wrong. The so-called "hibernation" is nothing more than an anesthetic used to prevent livestock from waking up prematurely in higher-civilized pastures. Dinosaurs are the crops harvested last season, and we are the cattle and sheep raised in captivity this season. The reason why the starry sky is silent is not because it is desolate. But because—— All the noisy people have been dragged away by the "anglers" and turned into nutrients that nourish the floating island. When the Guardian Council wants to "cleanse" me... When the Renaissance Front wanted me to be a "tinder"... I held the black stone that guided my awakening and looked at the starry sky disguised as a tomb. My brain is mankind's last weapon. This time, I am no longer silent. I want to work for mankind in this dead pasture... Find a way out! [Brain Development] [Cosmic Ranch] [Concept Becomes a God]