Gods: The Swarm

Chapter 586 Dyson Megastructure

A cold wind blew, and Claire shivered.

He looked up at the sky. The only star in the galaxy was extremely dim, no longer as warm and bright as before.

The silver-gray artificial spherical structure has completely wrapped it, absorbing heat continuously.

With the construction of the Dyson megastructure, the ecological environment of Momba has been devastated.

The once lush forests have withered, lakes and rivers have frozen into ice, birds and animals have died helplessly, and the whole world is shrouded in a bleak atmosphere.

The locals who still live on Momba have a harder and harder life.

Claire often blames herself and feels that she is also one of the accomplices.

After the border war ended, the Molson Consortium came here with huge resources and technology.

The locals were jubilant, thinking that the economy depressed by the war would prosper again and even take off again.

For a living, Claire accepted the employment of the Molson Consortium and drove an interstellar mining spacecraft to the asteroid belt outside the galaxy to mine.

All the resources collected were used as building materials for Dyson's megastructure.

If he had known this earlier, he would rather starve to death than accept the employment of the Molson Consortium.

Claire shook his head in annoyance, glanced at the tavern in the corner of the alley, and his throat moved slightly.

After hesitating for a long time, he took a step.

Pushing open the door of the tavern, a strong smell of wine and sweat came from the room.

"Old John, the heating is so high, don't you want to live like this?"

Claire walked to the bar and joked to the tavern owner.

Old John said unhappily: "You kid, do you have money to pay the debt?"

"Uh............."

Claire touched her nose awkwardly and said with a wry smile: "I'm still a little tight on money recently, so I'll continue to owe the previous debts. Just give me a glass of the cheapest beer!"

"Hey, why are you so stubborn?"

Old John shook his head, deliberately lowered his voice, and persuaded: "You were doing well in the mining company before, but you had to resign and work on your own............."

Before he finished speaking, Claire waved his hand and said loudly: "Forget it, I would rather starve to death than make this conscienceless money."

"襙!"

"Claire, who the hell are you talking about?"

"Who the hell is conscienceless? I think you're itching again, right?"

The sarcastic words angered many drinkers, and they kept cursing.

Claire was not afraid at all, and even didn't bother to pay attention.

This tavern was shabby and remote, and most of the people who came to drink were the natives of the nearby slums.

He was an orphan since he was a child, and he grew up in the slums. He was very familiar with these tavern regulars, and many of them were childhood friends who had played together in the mud.

It was normal for them to quarrel with each other, and it was not a big deal.

Claire sat at the bar and drank beer.

Seeing that he didn't argue, the drinkers didn't continue to curse.

In fact, they could understand Claire's thoughts and were indignant about the immoral things done by the Molson Consortium.

But now, it is really difficult to find a job to make a living on Momba Star.

Not everyone is like Claire, who can do whatever he wants if he eats enough for the whole family.

The originally noisy tavern suddenly became quiet for no reason, and the drinkers were drinking silently.

Until the sound of chairs moving was heard in the corner of the tavern.

"Boss, two more glasses of rum."

A short man stood up from the small table and walked to the bar to order drinks.

"Hey! Alon people?"

The drinkers cast their eyes on him, feeling a little surprised.

Although he was wrapped in thick winter clothes and a hat on his head that covered his pointed ears, his unique big head and slender limbs made him easy to identify.

Even though he was on the border of the empire, the locals knew a lot about the alien races.

Before the war, Momba was close to the border star system and undertook part of the transportation of military supplies and logistics. Because of its pleasant scenery, it was the first choice for border officers and soldiers to take a short vacation.

It was also one of the important trading places for border trade between the two countries.

Trade was prosperous, and transport fleets were constantly coming and going. Naturally, there was no shortage of alien merchants and crew members.

Especially, the Alon people, who were famous for their cunning and greed, accounted for a large proportion of interstellar merchants.

Today's Momba is no longer as prosperous as it used to be.

In that border war, the disputed areas between the two countries, along with nearly 100 star systems where the border guards were stationed.

All habitable planets were almost reduced to ruins.

According to the agreement between the two countries, the border defense zones of each country were withdrawn synchronously, leaving a larger buffer zone.

Unfortunately, the star system where the Momba star is located was also included in the military buffer zone.

It is still nominally the territory of the Lance Empire, but there are no garrisons.

With the massive entry of the Molson Consortium, even the administrative organs are in name only.

After several years, both the official and the civilian have subtly regarded it as the private territory of the Molson family.

Otherwise, the Molson Consortium would not dare to recklessly build a Dyson megastructure that wraps the star in a star system with habitable stars, thereby frantically grabbing energy.

In the direct jurisdiction of the empire, Molson would never dare to do such a thing.

No matter how vast the empire's territory is, the number of habitable planets is ultimately limited. Not all barren planets are suitable for environmental transformation, let alone primitive planets with complete ecological chains.

Perhaps it was because the True God Molson paid a heavy price to eliminate the war disaster that the high-ranking officials of the Empire acquiesced to this in order to compensate for it.

This was an absolute disaster for the locals who remained on the planet Momba.

The war and the large-scale exodus had already led to a serious depression.

Before the post-war reconstruction, the construction of the Dyson megastructure made the living environment even worse.

Not to mention restoring the prosperity of trade, even the local daily necessities were extremely scarce and had to rely on external supplies to barely maintain.

No matter how cheap daily necessities were, after the interstellar transportation costs were added, the prices would inevitably soar wildly.

Not to mention the business giants such as the Molson Consortium, even ordinary interstellar merchants felt that the profit of delivering daily necessities to Momba was too small.

Although things are rare and expensive, there is still a lot of room for price increase, but I am afraid that the locals can't afford it!

Those who could afford the boat tickets at the beginning all fled, and most of those who remained were in dire poverty, and there was not much profit left after they were squeezed dry.

Moreover, after the Molson Consortium entered, it did not make any effort to restore the post-war order.

They just paid to hire workers and frantically mined various resources and minerals, which gave people a sense of exhausting the resources.

Perhaps some of them deliberately let prices soar and watched the public security chaos to force more indigenous people who had no food and clothing to accept their cheap labor demand.

In the long run, foreign merchants will have even less interest in getting involved.

Nowadays, isn't it rare for an Ailon man to appear in a tavern near the slums?

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