Sky-cracking Rider

Undoubtedly, the Level Three Thermonuclear Warhead "Tsar" was detonated, and the massive energy impact successfully destroyed the "Wormhole Cloud" on the other end, causing the collapse of the "Wormhole Cloud" on the Blue Star side. The enormous spacetime energy degraded and dispersed into the atmosphere in the form of countless lightning bolts.

"Time was warped by 15 seconds."

Chen Fei remained calm.

This situation shouldn't be considered an anomaly; it just depends on how much time was warped. Whether it shortens or lengthens is a common occurrence.

The concept of objective time on a planet's surface has little practical significance in the grand scheme of the universe.

After all, in many mythological stories, there is the setting where one day in heaven (the realm of immortals/gods) equals one year on earth (the human world).

However, integrating reality, the boundary between myth and reality has already begun to blur.

Emmm... But when it comes to advanced physics, it's really challenging for me, Chen Xiao'er.

The Artificial Intelligence "Adam" is similarly bewildered. It's a combat AI, not an academic AI, and can't reach the higher echelons of theoretical research. After all, AI inherently lacks creativity and is only good at copying assignments and optimizing existing resources.

"All 'Wormhole Clouds' have ended!"

The Command Center issued an announcement, and the Blue Star sovereigns clapped in celebration.

However, the next "Wormhole Cloud" cycle is 23 days away; everything has just begun.

Although it's unclear how much damage this two-hundred-million-ton "Tsar" Plus will cause to the monsters' home, one thing is certain: the parasitic species are eyeing Blue Star just as Blue Star Humans have the ability to spy on the parasitic species' planet.

Interstellar wars are no longer long-distance expeditions of warship fleets but have evolved into who can break through the gates first.

While the parasitic species can deploy "Wormhole Clouds" within Blue Star's atmosphere, if the location of the parasitic species' planet can be confirmed, Blue Star Civilization is prepared to use the limited quantity of "Longinus" to breach a few gates on the other side, making a grand entrance.

The Third Era Civilization's legacy technology includes similar "Stargate" technology, but it is still being deciphered and lacks many rare materials, making restoration extremely difficult and far less cost-effective than creating Dimensional Gates with "Longinus."

"It's over again!"

Lying flat, Miyoshi Xuesen let out a long sigh of relief.

In the bridge chamber of the second flagship, all "Wormhole Clouds" were listed out, the coordinates marked, appearance and end times noted, and the corresponding damage statistics were underway.

Not only are the scientists of Blue Star Civilization collectively studying this unique "Wormhole" phenomenon, but the AI "Adam" is doing the same.

Mechanical Dragon returned to the second flagship, and Chen Fei muttered to himself, "The third Metallic Dragon!"

He had sent away three Metallic Dragons.

Bit did it to himself, no one else to blame.

Metallic Dragons tamed by Dragon Hunters behaved like beasts and were killed by a flock of Pure Light Sparrows, accepting their fate.

Osmium Osiris's starting point was similar to Bit's.

The Metallic Dragons yearn for freedom (to be unrestrained). Currently, nearly all adult individuals are trapped within the "Halo" on Cangqiong Star, collectively sealing the spatial fissures that have spanned low-Earth orbit for a hundred thousand years, being confined for decades, yet still not calming down, nearly becoming the fourth plague sweeping across cyberspace.

Even so, for the Metallic Dragons accustomed to reckless behavior, it wasn't easy.

Now they have the opportunity to leave; even if they never return, even if they face death bravely, they do so willingly.

Life is precious, but Mithril tastes better.

If for freedom, both can be forsaken.

Whether facing countless monsters on the parasitic species' turf or the apocalyptic power of the Level Three Thermonuclear Warhead "Tsar," the adult Metallic Dragon Osmium Osiris still faces uncertain fate despite obtaining this chance.

The X-D-005 Giant Dragon-type Combat Mobility Armor returned inside the second flagship, and Chen Fei went back to the bridge to find Miyoshi Monk sitting obediently, brewing tea in earnest. A small clay stove and a tiny pot emitted delicate tea aroma, but upon closer inspection.

"Um! Miyoshi, what happened?"

The round trip didn't take much effort, but the monk sported a bruised and swollen look.

"Nothing, nothing, even a horse may stumble, a man may miss a step!"

Miyoshi Xuesen lifted his wide monk robes' sleeves, covering his old face.

"Is it?"

The monk claimed missteps, but Chen Fei didn't believe it. He suspiciously looked at the little loli-looking S-Class Ability User, Yan Ling.

The latter snorted, looking skyward, pretending nonchalant.

No one gave Chen Fei an answer, but the truth was evident.

The unlucky monk could only accept his misfortune.

Despite the seeming difference between A-Class and S-Class, the gap is as vast as a chasm, unreachable.

S-Class considers all below as ants, A-Class doesn't even qualify to kneel and lick S-Class's boots. As an A-Class Dark Element Psychic, the monk didn't resist? No, he genuinely didn't! Kicked by S-Class one moment, smilingly asking if they'd hurt their foot the next.

With a close to ten billion population, standing atop Blue Star Humans' evolutionary peak, there were merely fewer than fifty individuals like Yan Ling, seeming to reverse aging.

"Next time, 23 days, with a margin of error of 3 days."

Chen Fei shifted the topic, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

Blue Star Humans formally entered survival midterms mode; pass, live!

Fail, doomsday!

Peaceful coexistence? Fool's dream.

Parasitic species have an ancient history, they either cook civilization delicately like fresh cuisine, savor slowly, gobble down, or swallow whole; sometimes kindness surfaces, deeming useful, like Egyptian Plover (tooth-cleaning bird) in the crocodile's mouth, turning into enslaved species, barely surviving when needed, stewed when not.

With Cangqiong Star Civilization's hundred-thousand-year resistance experience as a precedent, even if Blue Star Civilization occasionally spouts naive and foolish statements, most Blue Star People have brains, preferring death to loss of freedom, abandoning illusions, fighting to the end.

The entire civilization history is nearly a war history; Blue Star People fear war?

The first to disagree would be arms dealers, followed by their strategic partners, military contractors.

"Still 23 days?"

Chen Fei's words reached the Command Center, taken earnestly.

The Blue Star Sovereignty readily adopted this invasion cycle calculation at first instance.

Indeed, the recent "Wormhole Cloud" appearance time was accurately guessed by him. With successful experience, it naturally gets accepted.

Ping!~

Adam: Received cash transfer from Global United Defense Committee Finance Room 2 totaling one million Star Yuan, memo: *monthly mission bonus, current balance ****.** Star Yuan.

As a conscription mission by the Global United Defense Committee, Chen Fei's remuneration is naturally paid by them. As the owner and pilot of the second flagship, his income is slightly higher than other Ability Users, especially during merit-based rewards, the generous Blue Star Global United Defense Committee never skimps.

Chen Fei's lips curved slightly, a seven-digit transfer, and merely a bonus, indeed worthy of the Global United Defense Committee.

Earning with lives on the line, one daring to fight, one dare to pay, selling Ability Awakening Skills to sovereigns, rightful.

When possible, visiting Hablav City to raid high-tax consumables, luxury goods, and cigarettes and liquor, buying means saving, enjoying privately is excellent.

"Huh?"

Miyoshi Xuesen holding his mobile phone uttered in surprise.

Everyone's bonuses seemed disbursed simultaneously.

"Money distribution? Miyoshi, you should treat us!"

Chen Fei slyly bypassed his newly received bonus. Having entered society for not many years, recently cleared enormous debts, unable to match old socialites.

"Distribution? Oh yes, it was. Didn't you get yours too?"

Miyoshi Monk immediately exposed Chen Fei's little scheme of targeting the wealthy.

As an expert in daily scheming, easily get schemed? No, more practice needed.

But Miyoshi Xuesen didn't mind and continued, "The small flying ship you wanted got approved."

"Really? It's not April Fools' Day."

Chen Fei reacted in shock.

Damn, probing worked!

"Whoa? Private flying ship?"

Yan Ling was also surprised; even S-Class Ability Users rarely possess private flying ships, regardless of size.

Flying ship production is much more complex than aircraft, has longer production cycles, and costs are quadruple that of planes with similar carrying capacity, only slightly advantageous in flight operating cost.

Aircraft with over a hundred years of development history haven't exited the stage; technological research hasn't ceased, so within a few decades, as flying ship technology matures, costs lower, mainstream aircraft will completely replace.

"You should treat, must have snowflake beef, tuna, beef tongue, caviar, flesh mushrooms, fugu..."

Miyoshi Xuesen planned to turn the beating from S-Class Ability User Yan Ling into fine dining, making Chen Xiao'er pay, listing a long menu.

Hearing snowflake beef and tuna, even fugu, eat till death this wretched monk, Chen Fei felt mentally drained. At "flesh mushrooms," his eyes brightened, and he probed, "Uh, all swapped with flesh mushrooms, okay?"

"Hey, flesh mushrooms can be grilled?"

Yan Ling tugged at Chen Fei's sleeve, drooling uncontrollably.

Auntie's cravings again!

"Yes!"×2!

One question, two answers, satisfying needs.

"Agreed, flesh mushrooms at least ten pounds minimum, or not enough to eat!"

Miyoshi Xuesen wouldn't let Chen Fei slip with two thin slices of flesh mushrooms, setting the quantity.

Flesh mushrooms are newly high-end ingredients, limited production, rare, pricey, rich in nutrients, considered a delicacy.

Bam!~

Chen Fei dropped a large crate of flesh mushrooms, weighing at least fifty pounds.

A silver light pattern slightly gleamed on his hand's back.

The Supernatural Ability Suppressant finally naturally expired.