A standard man, died, killed by instant noodle suffocation. He is reincarnated in the body of a woman with a system of sex slave. Will he fight the system where just had a good time? 


A lot of sex scene in this story so -18 abstain

It was a long slim tube which the white spots scattered like powder snow upon the sky blue body, about 1.65 meter in length, 34 kilograms in weight, of a condensed structure which could be disengaged into several parts that could be again combined into different forms of miniature firearms. A fancy mix-and-match design that could be equipped on one's arm, thus the convenience of shooting upon free will. The weight of the miniature version had hardly 8kg weight which also contributed to portability. 

"Do you have a place to try this out?" said the lady, with intense expectation brewing inside her. She had never seen such revolutionary design before, it was extremely foreign to her eyes yet miraculously fitting to her hands. She had the urge to test the strength of this new weapon she was bestowed upon. It was that passion every shooter like her had which drove her. "Is there any place to test shooting?" said she loudly.

Kristen was shocked back into reality, she nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, yes, come with me!"

They arrived by the basement under her lead. She unlocked the gate and turned on the lights, "This is the shooting room, the standard setup." She gave a brief introduction before retreating herself to the "auditorium" at one side with the rest of the crew who were equally interested of this strange-looking weapon.

Into position! Without further ado, the lady raised the gun and made her first shot promptly.

A stream of red beam about breadth of one's thumb struck the very center of the bullseye. Her accuracy as a professional had been justified, still she could not hide that excitement of a little girl on Christmas as she hurried her way to the front to remove the bullseye from the attachment. She was there to examine the strength of the new weapon, likewise the others. "Such strength!" Astonishment filled Kristen's words upon seeing the charred edges of the pierced center. 

A standard setup was the typicality in most shooting rooms, where bullseyes were made out of nubis stones which had a mediocre energy-absorbing attribute, perfect for making bullseye but not protective shield due to its brittleness. People used such material to examine the capabilities of an energy-based weapon.

And that red beam just penetrated a 5 centimeter thick bullseyes made out of energy-absorbing stones. 

The few spectators froze upon the astounding sight.

Mr. Mo could not help but to compliment dramatically, "I might be considered a novice when it comes to weapon but this ray gun has earned my fondness. Such masterpiece."

The lady lowered her head, caressing that gun with a unique appearance lovingly. It needed no word to describe her joy at the moment.

Ban Meng coveted that new toy, he continued marveling at it mindlessly, unaware of the stream of saliva dripping off his mouth's corner. Kristen, his cousin had her mentality shattered to the ground, the invention of this ray gun had utterly deconstructed what she knew about weapons for the past few years. It was only a stick made out of speckled blue yet it actually impaled a piece of nubis stone. She could not believe her eyes, reality was standing right there. She was the witness to every step, every flick of finger the lady made. The mystery intensified... she could not help but to have questions overloading her head.

How comes it could make such strong shoot? What is that structure? How the heck did it even work? What are the effects of this strange design? What is the concept behind it? 

She could even imagine the shape of each component involved, however, she could never replicate the design. It was of techniques she had never seen before, it was of foreign structure design, everything was unfamiliar to her, even the way the boy crafted the gun was something revolutionary. These were so new that she realized, to her horror, that she hardly learned anything from this master craftsman. 

And that was when the lady performed a multi-shot which landed across the bullseye like a shower. None of the beams had missed. It was a goddess's accuracy that had mesmerized everyone at the scene, well, except for our craftsman, Ye Chong. He was terrified since he realized how the lady could be a highly skilled parakinetic shooter and it would be a hard nut to crack if he did not have Celest by his side. His schemata ran wild, piecing together a feasible plot to handle such opponent.

"Mhmm..." The lady placed the ray gun down with satisfaction, she loved its portability and the hand-on experience, everything felt truly made for her, that it almost felt like a part of her.

"Here is your reward, as promised." The lady passed Ye Chong amapolla wood with a hint of respect in her hoarsely spoken words. The amapolla woodpiece was about size of one's palm, a grayish brown with cravings like the shell of the turtle. It was totally different compared to what Ye Chong had seen in the workshop. He could feel the weight the moment the wood was placed onto his hand. But, other than the strange craving and the slightly greater weight in comparison, he could not tell anything extraordinary about this wood.

"Oh, allow me to introduce myself," said the lady formally, "I'm Sha Ya, a Level 8 shooter."

The moment the title was mentioned, the atmosphere seemed to have frozen. 

Ban Meng felt he was in trance upon hearing the rank. Did a Level 8 shooter, an almost-mythical figure just walk into his cousin's place and begin walking around and actually performed her skills? He nearly pinched his cheeks to confirm he was not dreaming.

Kristen had never regained her color since the last shock. A level 8 shooter? Were her ears acting up? She was impressed of her courage, that she virtually offended a Level 8 god!

Ye Chong remained expressionless. He was not aware of the meaning behind that title.

Ye Chong's indifference did not enrage Sha Ya, as she took out a piece of golden leaf from her pouch, "This is plucked from the Darkniss. A token of appreciation for your great work." 

"Golden leaf?!" Everyone was so close to making a leap, even Mr. Mo.
The golden leaf was reflecting the world in amazing shine, where the veins could be clearly discerned, as if the finest gold craft of a piece of leaf. But Ye Chong could tell it was not a sculpture, rather it was truly something offered by nature.

It should be from a highly "metalized" plant.
"Thank you," said Ye Chong as he took the leaf, now a little intrigued of the "Darkniss" Sha Ya mentioned. 
"I should be the one thanking you." She looked overjoyed, "I have been searching for a fitting weapon and I can't believe I'll ever lay my hand on one." Her words were sentimental as she recalled the journey she took in search of her weapon.
"Alright, I have to go now. I'm staying at Bisley City. If you need any help, don't hesitate, call me up. Asking someone on your behalf works too," said Sha Ya, well, she was in fact the right person to provide solid help. 

Ban Meng fired his stare of pure envy at Ye Chong for this inhuman boy was actually able to win over a level 8 shooter's friendship. It was as if dreams.
"See ya." And Sha Ya left. Ye Chong walked to Kristen and lifted the piece of wood. "Let's trade," he said.

Ye Chong, with his pocket full of a million ao and a new ally in his social circle, led Ban Meng back home. Ban Meng had become one of Ye Chong's believers by then, he was overawed by Ye Chong's capabilities. 

"I need a house. Large and somewhere isolated. Would you help me?" asked Ye Chong abruptly. 
"Uhh... let me think..." Ban Meng began searching for the matching item in his mind. That sounded sufficiently a good news to him, he would never want a potential explosive to follow him home daily. It would be great if he could send this walking bomb somewhere else. 

Then a place came into his mind.

... 
They took a few detours and finally stopped by one house.
"How about this place?" asked Ban Meng, as he looked at this particular house which fulfilled Ye Chong's requirement - it was spacious, about 3500 meter^2 including the lawn, while being at a quiet corner of the region close to the Duality Forest. He could not imagine any visitor frequenting here. It was a pretty good deal too - 100,000 Ao and it was all Ye Chong's. 

"I like it," Ye Chong nodded expressively. 
"Of course! Let Ban Meng make the choice, it'll never go wrong!" responded Ban Meng proudly.
"Right. You can go now," ordered Ye Chong the guest-vanquisher. 
"Geez, that fast?!" Ban Meng sobbed, "Fine, good bye." 

And he left.
The quiet home was very quiet again. 
It was rather empty as there was nothing else than the few pieces of furnitures. Well, that was what Ye Chong desired. He needed a place to sleep and store his loots. 

He quickly deployed Celest which stood there solemnly at his service. Ye Chong hopped into Celest and performed a thorough scan to see if there was anything suspicious.

To his relaxation, system returned no detection of any form. He had finally some me-time and actual security to think about his next move.

What would be my priority? To find Mu/Shang of course. 
Where's Mu/Shang? They must be at Gray Valley.
Well, if that's the case, I would have to first return to Gray Valley, or He Yue galaxy at the very least. Only then I would have the slightest chance of reuniting with Mu/Shang or the Sangs if I have to. Next, we shall reconnect the pathway connecting both He Yue galaxy and Gray Valley. 

Alright, the ultimate goal would be to return to either of the regions.
But then... how should I do it... Hmm...
Wait...

Ye Chong remembered the three microchips Kui gave him, which contained researches by Consortium involving Space Science, Mechanical Science and Biologic Science. And he did mention something about Space Science that interested Ye Chong. Perhaps the answer lay within that chip. 

He took the chip out and slid it into the processor of Celest.

"Reading..."
"Welcome to the Directory."
"Please select from one of the available processes:
1. Read data
2. Create database
3. Perform Simulated Calculation"

Ye Chong dazed at the prompted interface. He had zero knowledge regarding Space Science, it would take forever before he mastered the basics, he had no more time to initiate his first Space Science class.
"Perform Simulated Calculation," stated Ye Chong. 
"Error : Database not found. Database required for operation," replied the processor coldly.
Ye Chong sighed, "Create database." 
"Command received. Creating database, estimated time remaining : 5hours 30minutes." 

And Ye Chong rooted himself at the seat for the next 5 hours and 30 minutes, finally after that, "Perform Simulated Calculation - Ways to Travel to He Yue Galaxy." Somehow Ye Chong could feel his heart twitching by the little searing anticipation growing in him. 
"Creating the necessary platform...
...
Creation completed!"
"Inserting the given properties...
...
Insertion completed!"
"Simulation performing..."
"..."

"Calculation completed. Estimated time needed: 32years 5months 23days." The time length was so unexpected that Ye Chong's mouth remained partially open.

THIRTY TWO years?! He could not accept that... It would be too long to fix anything... 

Ye Chong was blown at first, but he took a breath and calmed down, "How to reduce estimated time needed?" 

"Processing..."
10 seconds later, "Matching Solutions found:
1. Provide more properties for calculation
2. Enhance memory processing ability."

"How to enhance memory processing ability?" asked Ye Chong.
"To enhance memory processing ability, you could:
1. Enhance my capacity.
2. Connect additional processing unit." 

Enhance the capacity? The preposterously vague idea was immediately scrapped. Ye Chong was too unfamiliar with such avant-garde mechanism. He could not even find the sealing board to unscrew. 

He could add in more processors by producing them but... he naturally did not excel at it.
"How to produce processor?"
"Error: Insufficient information." The reply was not helpful... 

And that was when Ye Chong recalled the second microchip that contained Biologic Science researches. Well, a standard photon processor might sound far-fetched at the moment, but he could have crafted a bio-photon processor like Celest's. The chip should contain the necessary information. He quickly replaced the chip and booted the interface.

"Welcome to th-"
"How to produce bio-photon processor?"
"To produce bio-photon processor, you would need..."
The reply was also extremely helpful. Most materials mentioned were unavailable within his grip, especially when most of them required additional handling like cultivation. 

Well... he got to build a biological science lab then... It would be a major project, still he had to complete it. To never give up on even the slightest hope was his motto since childhood. 

The saving grace was he scavenged everything useful from the Consortium at their central lab back then, including those technological fascinations, or he would have to really start from scratches.  

Though bestowed with fancy technologies, there were still lots of works to do.

The kingdom of organisms, the flora and fauns, were already different across regions, let alone across planets and across the galaxies. Most materials used by the Consortium could not be found here, especially samples of a few organisms. 

The first feasible move would be to establish a working database which contained attributes of the native organisms at his place. But before that, there was one last thing he got to do first. Security, security, security. He might have not detected anything, that did not guarantee he would be safe from unwanted attention in the future. He would not want to be pointed with a parakinetic firearm before he even began assembling the new processor. 

He first examined woods like speckled blue using the facilities available. He was able to identify that speckled blue had three times the energy compatibility compared to most metals. That was not it, Ye Chong had also performed other examinations and the conclusion? It was earth-shattering! All these plants were excellent on both energy compatibility and physical attributes, which made them few of the best materials to produce any sort of machines. The downside however, was the poor compatibility with circuit... which justified the non-existent photon processors here... 

After understanding the attributes of these materials, Ye Chong could finally produce a stronger and a more efficiently designed weapon. 

Ye Chong made bulk purchases on the mentioned materials, including the "honorably mentioned" speckled blues. He began a massive production.

With these utilities he got from Consortium, he no longer would need to rely on dagger to carve simple weapons. His efficiency accelerated the progress significantly. It only took him 7 days to produce over 100 types of weapons.

He then installed these firearms at all corners of the lawn, while equipped them with an advanced detection system. Any unauthorized personnel or "thing" would be destroyed immediately.

A real tactical annihilation! 

The installation points were all after Ye Chong's careful calculation which formed a firewall that covered the entire region. No blind spot while being tenacious. Most of them were the real heavy firearms, they were heavy to be carried around but they would be perfect for a fixed point tower defense. A prime example would be the Spheric Beam Scattered Launcher, which launched 160 spheric light beams in one wave thrice per second, covering up proximity about 4 meter^2. 

It was the flawlessness of this firewall that made any intruder defenseless. It was a densely layered security which was unknown at one glance. The penetrability of these beams were much stronger than the little toy gun Ye Chong made for Sha Ya and the detection system further enhanced their accuracy.

The only problem was... the defense matrix would need a processor to provide command. Celest's processor? That intelligibly expressive processor? Maybe not.

He then succumbed to one processor previously installed on one supportive unit in his inventory. It was not a powerful processor but was more than enough to take charge of basic matrix management. 

Now, he could sleep at last. 
Area 9 meters away from his accommodation was his territory.

The day seemed to be ending.
But his work had just started.

**Legend of the Supreme Soldier ( Legend of the Mastermind) is the first novel that was created by Fang Xiang**

Ye Chong was a denizen of Trash Planet-12. On one fateful day, he discovered a treasure that would forever alter his destiny from a pile of junk - Mu Shang, an unknown machine with artificial intelligence and a lost memory. Together, they venture into the vast galaxy as the isolated "caveman" that was Ye Chong began absorbing all sorts of knowledge and meeting people from all walks of life. He gradually discovers more and more about his own mysterious past as well as his partner’s. Read to find out more!

Rebecca didn't know why Gawain would be so interested in this problem. But at least, it didn't seem like the ancestor was going to criticize her. She heaved a breath of relief and said, "I am calculating and drawing at the same time… It will be much easier to treat the entire yard as a piece of paper."
The answer was too vague. Gawain frowned and asked, "More details?"
"This side of the yard is a line. The other side is another line." Rebecca made large gestures with her arms. "With these two lines as a reference, I'm treating the entire yard like a piece of paper. Every line of the magic circle is separated into crucial points, and every crucial point can be calculated with the distance between the two sides of the yard… This is just enlarging the scale of the manuscript, and the calculation is a Mage's expertise!"
The calculation was indeed the Mages' expertise, but regular Mages couldn't calculate like this!
Gawain looked at Rebecca with a dumbstruck expression… The way this lass was speaking was so messed that not even Heidi could understand. Instead, it was Gawain who understood: she was setting up a coordinate system and using it as a foundation to enlarge the proportion of the magic circle.
There wasn't a need to look from a high place. One simply had to calculate the positions of the crucial points before referring to the crucial points according to the manuscripts and connect them.
It wasn't enough to merely think of this idea; it actually required Rebecca's very incredible geometry imagination and calculative abilities in order to achieve it. Because this world didn't have a comprehensive mathematical or geometry system, Rebecca would either have had to forcefully deduce it with arithmetic or perhaps even create her own formulas!
Of course, Rebecca's method wasn't the best. Gawain knew plenty of methods from Earth that could be used in this situation, but so what?
In this world and in this era, it was already a miracle for Rebecca to do this!
"Did you think of this method yourself?" Gawain felt as though he had discovered a rare treasure and was looking at Rebecca with sparkling eyes.
Rebecca scratched her head and replied, "Not entirely. I read some of it on the rogue Mage's notes. The other parts were thought up by me…"
So that was the case.
Gawain had a clear understanding. Gawain had also read the rogue Mage's notes thoroughly. There was indeed plenty of superficial geometry and mathematical knowledge. Even though there wasn't an organized system, it could be said to be some sort of 'foundation'. If Rebecca had this aspect to her talent, then it wouldn't be weird for her to receive some enlightenment, allowing her to achieve such things today.
Even if she was enlightened by the rogue Mage's notes, her achievements were still unbelievable.
"Very good, a very good method." Gawain nodded with satisfaction before saying, "Next… Why would you choose to bury the magic circle underground?"
"Oh, that is because Lord Ancestor said that this magic circle is to be laid down for the blacksmith store." Rebecca nodded and said, "I thought that since the blacksmiths and their apprentices were different from Mages, the way they do things would also be different from Mages. During the process of shifting materials between the furnaces and creating the ironware, they could destroy the magic circle's structure very easily. Furthermore, burying the magic circle underground wouldn't affect its function and wouldn't affect future constructions on the surface. As long as it is within the range of the magic circle, it would be very convenient to add in new furnaces, or to remove or modify the current furnaces. How should I say this…? It is simply more convenient this way."
Function, allocated area, energy source, energy consumption, crucial system encapsulation, possible expansion… Gawain's brain emerged with plenty of terms that could be used to replace Rebecca's words. Finally, he had a thought that was even more important.
Rebecca had realized that this magic circle would be meant for 'normal people' like blacksmiths and had fixed her design on being 'usable for normal people and also to be used in a safe method'. Even though she was just simply burying it, her thoughts were extremely appropriate.
A mainstream Mage would never consider a magic circle meant for normal people to use, but Rebecca… She was a non-mainstream Mage who had taken five years to learn a fireball spell. Her thoughts didn't follow the thoughts of a regular Mage!
Gawain suddenly came back to his senses after a short daze. He saw Heidi's thoughtful expression and couldn't help but laughingly ask, "Did you have such thoughts?"
"I've… never thought of such things before." Heidi had a complex expression while replying. Rebecca's thoughts were too irregular, but at the same time, Heidi was aware of the logic behind these designs. She could even subtly sense the importance of the magic circle being 'usable for normal people', and this seemed to be the direction that the ancestor was attached to. "This is indeed very amazing, but if you bury the magic circle, how are you going to monitor it? This magic circle might be formed with fundamental symbols and isn't as precise or fragile as high-level magic circles, but basic monitoring is still required. Moreover, if it really broke down, how are you going to mend it?"
"I have left many stakes like this." Rebecca pointed at those wooden stakes inside the yard. "The stakes with ropes are the monitoring points. Later, I will switch them with mithril-plated rods. The bottom part of the metal rods will be in contact with the most crucial parts of the magic circle's symbols. If there is a problem with the magic circle, the corresponding symbols will be extinguished. Furthermore, after long-term use, mithril will turn black after losing its energy and will produce heat for a period of time. A single glance will be enough to see which part of the magic circle has a problem. When repairing it, only the corresponding section will need to be dug up… It might be a little more troublesome than traditional magic circles, but at least, the entire yard wouldn't have to be dug up."
As Rebecca was speaking, she revealed a pleased smile and waved the stack of paper in her hand. The papers were filled with symbols and lines which were obviously sketched by her. "Moreover, this magic circle isn't going to break down so easily. Lord Ancestor, please take a look. I have rearranged the symbols' structure… Of course, I didn't change the fundamental parts. I simply extended the symbols from the rogue Mage's design that could stack functions and connected them layer by layer…"
Goddamnit, a redundant system…!
The corner of Gawain's eyes were twitching before he looked at the stakes that Rebecca had prepared in advance to use as monitoring points… Primitive sensors!
Once Rebecca started blabbing, it was very hard for her to stop, especially when she was showing off her achievements. At this moment, she even said, "… This way, the entire self-sufficient magic circle's efficiency will be slightly improved. Furthermore, even if a part of a symbol is daMaged, only the energy supply will be lowered. The consumption parts that are connected to the magic circle will not have a huge impact… Because the magic circle is constructed with the standard to produce more energy than required…"
Rebecca spoke a bunch of words with excitement before finally stopping. She seemed to have realized that she was speaking by herself; as such, she looked at Gawain with an anxious and frightened expression. "Lord Ancestor… are my ideas too reckless?"
Gawain didn't know what kind of expression he should make right now. After some thought, he pressed down on the young lass's head and said, "No, you are a genius."
"Ah?!"
"Furthermore, I have a suggestion." Looking at Rebecca's sketches, Gawain pointed at some redundant connecting parts and said, "The symbol connections at these parts can be easily severed and merged together. If the symbols are daMaged, the connections can be directly severed during repair and connected again after the repair. This way, the entire magic circle won't need to be stopped during the repair."
Rebecca's eyes lit up. "That's right! Why didn't I think of that…? Lord Ancestor is indeed very intelligent!"
Gawain's eyes twitched. He knew that Rebecca was speaking sincerely, but he still felt very diffident…
Young lass, you are the most intelligent one!
After dazing for a moment, Gawain couldn't help but turn to Heidi and ask, "Didn't anyone notice Rebecca's talents?"
"Her calculative abilities and imaginative ideas have always been very… outstanding." Heidi was considering her words. "But these abilities had never been put to good use. The standard of a Mage's strength has always been determined by spellcasting, and in this aspect, she has always been a… bottom feeder."
"What a waste of talent." Gawain frowned and didn't reserve himself while giving an evaluation. "Is spellcasting really the only standard? Then, why not compare strength only to gorillas?!"
Even though Gawain said it, he knew very clearly that it was actually reasonable and logical in the current state of affairs.
In an era when technology was unable to facilitate a leap in civilization, it was very normal to judge a person's value by their individual capabilities. Especially in a world where Beyonder powers and demonic beings existed, exceptional combat strength that would guarantee survival was a prerequisite. When one's survival was still at risk, was there a need to talk about technology and innovation?
If individual strength was the standard, it wouldn't be a big problem for generations to continue. At the same time, the intelligent communities lacking strength would also be unable to transform their intelligence into power, or perhaps, they just weren't able to generate enough power. If that was the case, then the current standard of judgment might continue forever.
'You are unable to prove that your intelligence will make you strong in the future, but I can already prove that my strength can guarantee my existence.' This was what was happening.
But didn't this mean that humans would need to arm-wrestle with gorillas forever?
Rebecca had Beyonder talents indeed. Gawain had finally confirmed this point.
She was an unconventional viscountess that everyone looked down on. She had been ostracized by the aristocrat community… because she was a descendant of the Cecil Clan. She had been scorned by the Mage community… because she couldn't even execute the illumination spell. She had been the topic of gossip for the merchants and residents of other territories… because she was truly a terrible leader who issued bold and imaginative decrees but was unable to make her territory or herself prosperous.
It was because no one could see her talents. In fact, they couldn't even understand.
In a society where people made a living relying on nature and where the poor would retrogress, no one was able to value her calculative abilities. In a society where Mages could be hired, especially mid or high-ranking Mages in the upper echelons, no one required her calculations… 'Convenient' magic could indeed solve everything, and if it couldn't solve something, one simply had to use stronger magic.
With Eagle Vision and Eye of the Mage, was there a need to calculate the coordinates on the land? Professional Mages could simply use their senses to control large-scale magic circles. Why would there be a need for sensors? Furthermore… an inferior Mage who only knew how to use Fireball wouldn't have the chance to take charge in the construction of a magic circle.
It was why Rebecca was so happy when she obtained the approval from Gawain. This was the first time in her life she had been given the authority to do the thing she specialized in.
"Lord Ancestor…" Rebecca looked at Gawain with an uneasy expression. "Do you think that I—"
Gawain smiled and placed his hand on her head. "You are the pride of Cecil Clan."


During Gawain transmigration, a little problem occurs.
After hovering in the sky above the land of a strange world for over hundreds of thousands of years, he realizes that perhaps his transmigration is completed by acquiring a physical body.
Never did he imagine that he would have to guide the body out of a coffin after going through great difficulties to obtain it, only to come face-to-face with his two extremely shocked great-great-great-great... great-granddaughters, and also—
Be thrust into a world that's the verge of its era’s end.

It was nightfall.
Today, all the dining halls on the third and fourth floors of the lavish Nightless City nightclub had been commandeered by the Lu Conglomerate. They were holding a major celebration party to congratulate the Conglomerate on the completion of the most important part of the city-building mission in War.
The headquarters of the Lu Conglomerate were actually quite far from the Nightless City. Due to the focus of the Lu Conglomerate on engineering and processing, their headquarters were set up on the 17th Administrative Planet and was partitioned to the 22nd Light Industrial Area.
As for Nightless City, as it was in the entertainment industry, it was located in the 22nd Commercial Area. However, since they lived in an era with such developed technology, a half-hour journey by levitating vehicle was sufficient to travel more than a few thousand kilometers, not to mention the distance of 200 miles between the two places.
That was the reason Nightless City was welcoming a huge flow of guests tonight compared to normal days. The levitating vehicles arrived at the city one by one, dropping off the guests before immediately leaving again for the next ride. It was as busy as a beehive.
This was the first time for most of the employees of the Conglomerate to "spoil" themselves at Nightless City, a club they had been hearing about for a long time. Their expressions were painted with excitement, and they all looked trim in their outfits.
As for the employees of Nightless City, although they held a grudge against the people from the head office, it was impossible for them to welcome their guests with long faces at the moment. Especially when the acting chairman, Dark Night Stars, and the rest of the Conglomerate's directors were all going to attend this celebration party together with the superiors of the head office. After all, it was not possible for everyone in Nightless City to be on the same side as Wu Mu. Hence, the atmosphere was generally merry and joyful.
There was a hubbub of voices everywhere, and it was extremely crowded in all the dining halls on the third and fourth floors of Nightless City. Meanwhile, at a closed multipurpose sports cabin that occupied half of the basketball court on the fifth floor, Feng Luo, who was wearing only a pair of shorts, charged his half-naked body forward and landed a heavy punch on the artificial human target that was made of memory material and was used to test one's strength.
Bang!
As the punch landed on the target, a dent that resembled a fist appeared on the chest of the artificial body. Simultaneously, the body was thrown backward and landed in the distance. At the same time, the figure on the counter of the levitating virtual screen beside the target jumped straight up to 1,000!
Of course, that 1,000 did not indicate the weight in kilograms. It was a specific measurement unit in this world to calculate impact, known as "standard impact force"!
This measurement unit was far lower than a kilogram. To be specific, it was even slightly lower than grams and closer to the unit of one pound on Earth.
Of course, kilograms and pounds were never the measurement unit for measuring force. Most people on Earth would have only used kilograms and pounds to indicate the weight of their fists. By contrast, "impact force" was a more accurate term.
How much, then, was 1,000 units of standard impact force? Only the top-ranked "Black Boxers" in the Star Federation could achieve more than 1,000 on the standard impact force scale. A large portion of professional boxers could only achieve about 500 to 600.
Of course, this figure was much stronger than that of any professional boxer on Earth that Feng Luo knew about. The power of the underground Black Boxers already exceeded the strength of the boxers on Earth by a factor of at least two!
If this sort of power was used against a normal human, they would end up just like the artificial body on the floor; their ribs would be broken, and their inner organs would be injured. There was a high possibility that they would die on the spot.
This was no anomaly! Due to the advancement in science and generations of genetic improvisation, the average quality of the bodies of the people in the Star Federation had increased substantially. Additionally, the Black Boxers of this world usually injected special microorganisms and genetic medications to forcefully raise the capabilities of their bodies. Some of them could achieve a figure way higher than 1,000 standard impact force.
Undoubtedly, all the formal fighting competitions in the Federation prohibited contestants from using the forbidden drugs, as well as anyone who had used them in the past. However, these forbidden drugs were very popular in the underground Black Boxer competitions. This was because scenes in which the contestants broke pillars with one kick, cracked the ground with an elbow, or dented metal-alloy plates with their fists during the bloody life-or-death fights were the ones that would most provoke the attention of players who watched these battles! 
Despite the side effects of the forbidden drugs, there were still a lot of people who used the drugs willingly for the sake of money. However, Feng Luo did not inject any drugs into his body. He had gained his current strength as a result of his natural growth over the past three years.
Three years ago, while Feng Luo had been traveling to the 17th Administrative Planet, his power had not reached 300 units of standard impact force. However, after a period of time, he realized that the power and speed of his body were gradually increasing.
In the beginning, he could not achieve 300 standard impact force with one punch. One year later, it changed to more than 400 standard impact force, and another year later, it changed to nearly 600 standard impact force… Then, half a month ago, when he last came to check, he had gotten a reading of 850 standard impact force!
Due to this sort of situation, he had initially thought that there was something very wrong with his body. However, despite having utilized the latest model of medical pod deployed at the gym at the nightclub, which was said to be able to detect any kind of disease, he hadn't found anything unusual with his body.
On the contrary, the results showed that his health status could not have been better! His cellular activity, nerve reactivity, durability… All the figures in each category were close to perfect.
To explain this in layman's terms, Feng Luo's current physical quality could beat 99.999 percent of the users in the Star Federation who used the medical pod. Hence, he had not dwelled on this issue; if nothing could be detected by this top-rated medical pod, then there would hardly be a different result even if he visited the best hospital in the Star Federation. He had experienced traveling through space to another world, so it was not exactly odd for him to accept some changes in his body.
However, as he had to wait 12 hours to be able to log in again after dying against the Golden King Beetle today, Feng Luo had decided to leave his game cabin for the first time in the past ten over days. Furthermore, he shockingly realized that his power seemed to have increased by a huge amount in one shot.
But this time, it wasn't just power. His body also felt far stronger in many aspects. For instance, the extent of his vision and hearing sensitivity, as well as his reaction speed, had increased significantly. Most importantly, his mind felt as if it was several times more active than it had been in the past.
He attempted to make a simple two-digits multiplication with his mind. The outcome was as if he could instantly obtain the correct answer without thinking at all!
Subsequently, he repeatedly attempted this with three-digit numbers (half a second) and four-digit numbers (one second). Eventually, the amount of time for him to obtain the correct answer for a five-digit multiplication problem did not exceed five seconds.
Feng Luo was somewhat good at mathematics. As a sniper, there were many circumstances where he had to use mathematics to obtain the exact timing in advance to fire. Nonetheless, it was impossible for his mathematical skill to be this perfect. This super-active mind resembled the one mentioned in War, where one could only achieve this state with the help of the game system.
War used the game cabin to activate and trigger all the nerves in the human body. Hence, one's mind usually acted faster in receiving and reacting within the game than in the real world.
Theoretically, one's reaction time in the game could be up to ten times their reaction in real life. This was also the reason why players could sometimes pull off many unimaginable, extreme actions in the game.
This hyperactivity of the brain during the game could cause a player to make incorrect estimations in real life once he or she had quit the game, which could result in severe consequences to the balance of one's physical body.
Hence, during the game, other than performing some special techniques, the frequency and reactivity of a player's brain should not be changed too greatly. Instead, it was restricted to a reasonable range by the system.
It was like how Feng Luo had been before, when he'd noticed that his mind was moving more quickly after incorporating the evolution virus. He had been able to do the calculation for a sniper shot within two seconds, as well as correctly obtain some statistics by relying solely on his naked eye. He had thought that these incidences had only occurred because the system had increased the activity of his brain.
However, he had now exited the game, only to realize that the hyperactivity remained. Although it seemed to be relatively weaker in the game, it was definitely better than it had been in the past. Even the power of his body, his hearing, and his sight were all increased…
"The game affects our bodies in reality?"
There was shock in Feng Luo's eyes as he sucked in a deep breath.
Could this have been the real reason the game of War was so heavily advertised by the Star Federation?


As an international mercenary, Feng Luo entered a technologically advanced parallel world during a mission.

After living several years in the new world, an online sci-fi game called War became popular across the entire Star Federation.

Desert Eagles, Barrett, AK-47, Apache, RPG... One after another, familiar gears awakened his memories of the past!

Terminator, Zerg, Resident Evil, the Force,... The missions that appeared after a system update made him even more suspicious and shocked! As such, Feng Luo entered War and became a sniper.

[Master, you know that there is a considerable probability that Bloed doesn't have an ESP ability, right?]
"… Of course, I know."
[Then, why did you fool him like that? If the operation fails and Bloed doesn't manifest an ESP ability, I fear the blow will be too heavy for him.]
Camilla looked at the capsule where Bloed was sleeping and sighed. "Can't you see it, Tito? Bloed's inability to use magic has always been a source of inferiority for him. How can my child be inferior to others? So what if he doesn't manifest an ESP ability? Don't we have the capacity to give him an artificial ESP power? Even if doing so will limit the strength and potential of his ability, at least, his family's shadow will completely disappear from his heart. Tito, after this operation, Bloed's lack of confidence will disappear completely. Then, with his intelligence and our knowledge, is there anything in the world he can't accomplish?"
Tito's eyes flashed as though agreeing with its master's words.
[… By the way, master, were you serious about accepting him as your son?]
Camilla fell silent.
She could not help but think about the things she had done this last year, the time she spent with Bloed as she taught him about earth's knowledge. Camilla had realized that, without she noticing, the pain and despair in her heart had reduced significantly.
 Actually, she had started to see Bloed as her own child from a few months ago.
"I'm just an old ghost waiting for death, Tito. So, if I can do something for this child before dying, I'll do it. Bloed has never had familiar love, so I'll give it to him. Since the day Bloed started to learn from me, he became my child!"
[I see.] Tito's hovering body moved as though nodding. He then looked at the boy sleeping inside the capsule and turned silent.
[Then, from today onwards, I'll call him young master.]
Camilla smiled. "Yeah, that is fine. Tito, start the ESP Activating Capsule."
[Understood master. Confirming vital signs… Nothing out of place. Confirming the width of his brain waves… The width of his brain waves is normal. Loading subject data… Data recognized… Starting in three, two, one…]
*Tsuuuuuu!!!*
Suddenly, a powerful brain wave was released in the capsule. The brain wave was so powerful that Camilla felt a brief headache despite her being a powerful ESPer and standing in another room.
The spaceship lights turned dim for a brief moment before returning to normal. Then, a powerful consciousness pulse surged out of Bloed's body.
[Psychic reaction confirmed. Master, we have confirmed the presence of ESP abilities in young master's body.]
"Is it so? It's a relief…" Camilla smiled in pride. "Do you know what ESP ability is it?"
[Not yet. We are trying to awaken it.]
Camilla nodded. She then fixed her gaze on Bloed's body with an expression of concern. Now was the crucial moment to know if Bloed's abilities could be awoken or not.
Awakening ESP abilities was not as simple as Camilla made it sound. Many times, the ESP abilities failed to manifest even after the operation. In fact, the ESP Awakening Operation was not completely flawless. 
It was impossible to control the reaction of the brain when it was invaded by a foreign psychic wave. Although most of the time it activated its own abilities to fight against the invading psychic wave, sometimes, the brain will choose not to fight and instead keep a passive state.
This situation is a nightmare for any ESP aspirant. After all, that means that their ESP abilities were almost impossible to awaken, at least using the current science standard.
Fortunately, though, Bloed's awakening proceeded smoothly.
[Confirming calculation zone's activation. Master, it's a success. Young master's ESP abilities are starting to resist.]
"Thank god." Camilla sighed in relief. She looked at the screen showing Bloed's information and curved her lips up. "Tito, give me Bloed's ESP information."
[I'm working in that, master.] Tito's lone eye flashed with an enormous amount of data. Then, it let out a sound of admiration. [… It looks like your deduction was right on the mark, master.]
"What happened?"
[Young master calculation zone is truly completely filled. He doesn't possess one ESP ability, but two!]
"Dual ESPer?" Camilla was startled, but quickly, her expression turned excited. "Hahahaha, worthy of being my son! Quickly, tell me what are his abilities!"
Tito complied. [The first one is pretty average but very useful. [C-Grade Enhanced Brain Capacity]. It enhances his intelligence and all the skills related to the brain. It's very suitable as a complementary skill.]
"Pretty good." Camilla was even more excited than before. "Mm, an ability like that is very suitable for someone carrying the inheritance of our civilization on his shoulders. That explains why Bloed is so smart. It's probably due to the influence of this ability. What is the second?"
Tito fell silent for a moment.
"What happened?" Camilla realized that something was wrong. "Is there a problem with Bloed's second ability? Is it not very good?"
[… No, master. In fact, this ability is incredibly good. However… Master, I'll show it to you directly.]
Camilla nodded. The next instant, a screen filled with data was projected from Tito's Eye.
Instantly, Camilla understood the situation.
"This…"
[Molecular Disintegration. SSS-Grade. Currently unusable. Requirements for use: S-Grade Psychic Abilities.]

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However, an encounter with the remains of a completely different civilization was going to change his life.
When science and magic meet, the fate of the world started to unfold.

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"One minute left…"
The warrant officer's face turned green. He had already calculated the time until the warship collided with the debris belt.
Noam surged to his feet. "There is still time! Give me the control key! Each to your stations and prepare to execute standard evasive procedures…"
"Calm down." Meng Tian glanced at him with little feeling, making her last variable calculation.
How could one be calm!? If they did not act, they would definitely die! They would not even have the slightest chance of survival.
All they could hear was the warrant officer constantly counting down. "53…"
"Attention. Cut the autopilot and switch to manual."
Manual control? Everyone started. The room was starting to turn cold. Subconsciously, they were already turning to obey orders. Inaction meant they would be sitting ducks. In this instant, there was no time to dwell on it. Their instinctive choice was to obey. This was the reason why soldiers were drilled again and again. They should not use their brains in the critical moment.
"Autopilot disconnected. Manual control online. Complete."
KACHAK. Manual controls appeared in front of Meng Tian.
"Don't stop the countdown."
The radar officer started, then continued counting in a wavering voice.
47 seconds!
Noam's entire body was trembling. "You're crazy! There's still a chance to avoid it with autopilot…"
In the cockpit, more than half agreed with him. But at this moment, commands from the commander's seat were absolute orders. Even if it was a mistake, or ordering them to their death, disobedience would see them to an even worse end, even if they survived.
For soldiers, obeying orders was the first duty.
For a crew sailing into the unknown, deep space, this phrase was the most basic rule. The commander was king, live or die.
"Fire weapons systems. Charge the 12 supplementary cannons at the front of the ship." Meng Tian did not heed Noam's cries. Or rather, at this time, she tuned out all distracting noises. Her voice was calm and clear. Such composure was felt by everyone.
Her gaze was locked on the image frozen on the viewfinder telescope. Within her composure was calculation. Ability X light shone from her eyes.
"Fore, 12 supplementary cannons charging. Five, four, three, two, one, charging complete."
The weapons warrant officer confirmed.
"30…" The radar warrant officer's voice.
RUMBLE… The ship was shaking. This was the drawback of manual control. It could not maintain stability.
The entire warship shook. Troops who did not know the situation were promptly following training procedures, and strapping themselves down.
But in the cockpit, the mood was despair.
Because Meng Tian's next order was: accelerate!
Accelerate?
Given their current speed, if they hit a high speed rock, their outer energy shields would be unable to hold up. Accelerate? Wouldn't that cause them to die in an even worse fashion?
Rumble, rumble, rumble…
But in the end, they were trained warrant officers of quality. Meng Tian was the commander, and her orders were to be obeyed."
"Countdown accelerated: three… two…."
The radar officer recalculated the collision time after the acceleration.
Everyone shut their eyes. On the viewfinder, they could already see the debris. It looked far, but it would be the blink of an eye before collision.
BOOM…
At this moment, the 12 supplementary cannons on the fore were firing with a rhythm.
Everyone felt the ship tremble violently. The warship, accelerating forward, was actually nimbly flying a course!
Each time it fired, a piece of debris was blasted apart with a shockwave that swept away a shower of debris. It was dangerous, but it cleared a space without debris.
The warship was still accelerating. It fought through the space blasted by the highly volatile debris and slipped through before the debris behind had time to arrive…
But not all debris could be avoided.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM…
Each time they were hit, it was like being hit by a Zeus Shield level main cannon, causing the hull of the ship to creak.
At this moment, the cockpit was in disarray. Fortunately, they were all elites, and very quickly stabilized the core.
The shakes were unable to throw Meng Tian off in the slightest. Her hands were constantly piloting the manual controls. Shadows slipped past. Each time, her control was without hesitation…
Dodging, each high speed shift's trajectory was controlled to the fine details. The calculations took into consideration the fire. The 12 cannons fired each time to stave off a fatal rock. And the rest were unable to break past the energy shield.
In just 10 seconds, everyone calmed down. They knew what Meng Tian was trying to do. More importantly, they could feel the confidence and control over the ship that Meng Tian was radiating.
A mech pilot had a sense when piloting a mech, and a commander also had a sense for a ship. At that moment, Meng Tian was one with the warship. They charged towards the cluster of debris.
Faced with such a situation, they could choose to avoid it, but they might be crushed by the debris. They might also have been sucked into the fixed star. There was only one choice: to accelerate preemptively and fly to meet it.
Life or death!
Everyone held their breath and waited. At this moment, the slightest tremble in the hands would spell death.
Finally, the long charging main cannon fired, sweeping away all the debris in front of them. The last hurdle. Ahead was an even bigger cluster of debris, and the warship was unable to fire anymore.
"Deactivate energy shields!" Meng Tian ordered calmly.
From the side, the workers were infected by Meng Tian's aura. They responded without even processing the order.
The energy shields were switched off. All energy was concentrated in accelerating the ship. The last thrust. Relative to their speed, everyone could almost feel the huge rocks about to smash them to powder.
BOOM…
A gigantic tremor. Following which, the ship stabilized. The warship sounded. "Shuttle entering warp speed state."
At this moment, everyone's faces were a little pale, and Meng Tian forced herself to be calm. She was the stand-in commander. At this instant, she held the responsibility. Everyone could panic, save her.
"Each station, check the ship's damage. Congratulations everyone. We successfully made the great escape. Thank you!"
...
The corner of Meng Tian's mouth was upturned in a slight smile, and the warship's members were stunned. She actually knew how to smile… and so prettily…
"Engine capability light damage, controllable. Energy currently recovering."
"Port light damage. Recommended to repair within three hours."
...
Each worker on the ship was methodically assessing the situation. The commander was the ship's compass. As a commander, one needed to take responsibility for the whole ship.
In this instant, Noam finally realized why he was only suited to be a co-pilot, and not the commander.
"Lieutenant Colonel Noam, you have the command," Meng Tian said. The brave front she had put up aside, she was actually about to collapse.
"Yes, Commander." Noam saluted, and this time it was from the heart.
In space exploration, there was no method that was absolutely right or wrong. Only results that were absolutely right or wrong.


He received a genetic score of 28... completely disqualifying him from applying to military college!
He helped deliver a friend's love letter... and fell into a lake becoming infamous for dying for love!
His very first gift... warped him into a brutal training simulation!
However he perserved through all these trials! Our Dear Student Wang Zheng has finally started his lucky(?) university life!
This is the song of a blood boiling and exciting storm! The most ferocious and heated mecha adventure around is finally here!
TL Note: This is a novel about doing the impossible, seeing the invisible. Follow along for a ride across the universe!
TL;DR: Not Shakespeare, not complex, but fun and easy to read. Come support! 
As the translator, I've enjoyed translating this novel and I hope to bring the essence of what the author has tried to portray into the chapters you will read.
To sum it up in 3 words: Mechs! Explosions! Science!
To be perfectly honest, this novel is about your typically overpowered protagonist who does get looked down from time to time but always overcomes the odds with his own special power. He's abit more mature having grown up on his own and just a littttttttle bit dense.
Although it always ends up with him winning, it always happens in an interesting (subjective) and fun way that makes me enjoy reading this.
The novel has elements of lighthearted comedy from time to time and I do chuckle at how direct the humor is.
It's not as smart as say WMW nor does it weave an intricate story much like Ergen's novels. More importantly, its fun and it doesn't try to hide it.


The sun rose as Tang Yue dragged his cart through the Battery Farm.
There was a saying that those who survive a catastrophe were bound to have good fortune later on, but Tang Yue didn't see any fortune. Of course, Tomcat would say that stirring feces from nine in the morning to nine at night, six days a week was a fortune.
In response, Tang Yue mused if he should thank the comet for giving him a chance to continue stirring feces.
Tomcat raised its dewclaw.
Tang Yue arranged the solar panels in the desert and carefully flicked away the sand on them. He looked up at the sky, but Mars didn't have any concept of weather since it lacked a complex water cycle. With 687 sols a year, it was daytime most of the time. Occasionally, there would be sandstorms and tiny amounts of dust would be pulled into the atmosphere, making the sky turn dusty. Sometimes it looked like orange smog.
Back when they launched the Eagle, the sandstorm they encountered had been a rare instance. Usually, the sandstorms on Mars were related to the seasons. As Mars was much farther away from the Sun than Earth was, the eccentric ratio was greater. Therefore, seasonal changes on Mars were more obvious than on Earth. The ice caps at the two poles would undergo a startling change.
Of course, this was a change that Tang Yue didn't notice.
Be it summer or winter, the temperature outside Kunlun Station was the same to him… Its atmospheric pressure was 1% of Earth's and the temperature at night reached –45°C. It was forever dry and dust-filled. Death was certain if the Radiant Armor had any problems.
Tomcat mentioned that the hurricane they had encountered was a small-scale typhoon, a normal atmospheric process. The most terrifying and fatal of them all was a global super hurricane. Such hurricanes happened once every three Martian years which meant six to eight Earth years. There was nothing that could be done if Kunlun Station encountered such a super hurricane.
Even a legendary senior like the Opportunity perished under such a global hurricane.
Tang Yue and Tomcat could only pray that such a storm came as late as possible.
Tang Yue patted away the sand on his body and dragged his cart back to the garage. The temperature today was –20°C. It was windless and sandless, making the air quality excellent. 95% of the air was pure carbon dioxide and 3% of the air was nitrogen. Just taking a breath would cause a heart seizure.
After counting the days, it was supposed to be 11 July 2053 A.D. on Earth. On Mars, it was the period between winter and spring. The most common sight these days was dry and windless clear skies.
Kunlun Station was situated in the northern hemisphere, and over there, the spring and summer were forty sols longer than winter and autumn. The Isidis Planitia was about to embark on a long six month spring season, and Tang Yue could only hope that even if there weren't any birds chirping in this long spring, that everything would be at peace.
At some point in time, peacefully passing every day became a difficult-to-fulfill dream.
"Tang Yue, you're getting slow." Tomcat's voice sounded in the earpiece. "In the past, you only need two hours to finish your daily chores. Now, you take two and a half hours. Are you unable to move due to age?"
"When did I become slow? I've always been fast, alright?" Tang Yue pushed the cart into the garage and came out. He used an old brush to clean the Chelomey. "What time are you using? Standard Earth Time? Or Coordinated Martial Time?"
"Of course it's Standard Earth Time," Tomcat replied. "A second is defined as the time that elapses during 9,192,631,770 cycles of the radiation produced by the transition between two levels of the Cesium-133 atom."
Kunlun Station had two time-keeping systems.
Apart from Standard Earth Time, there was one for Coordinated Martial Time.
Coordinated Martial Time rescaled a sol into twenty-four hours; therefore a second in Coordinated Martial Time was 2.7% longer than a normal second.
This form of calculation was typically only used for the astronaut's daily use.
"I'm only twenty-seven years old. Strictly speaking, I'm still a young adult, alright? I haven't reached the age where I'm automatically retired from the Communist Youth League of China." Tang Yue carefully maintained the Chelomey probe, cleaning away the dust particles from the gaps in its hull.
"But it might be that your overall lifespan will only reach thirty," Tomcat said. "Then wouldn't a twenty-seven-year-old be someone having one foot in the grave?"
"Can you say something nicer?" Tang Yue rolled his eyes.
"Isn't saying that you will live to thirty-something nice?"
Tang Yue was taken aback. On careful thought, what Tomcat said wasn't wrong at all.
"OK, you're right. I'm old." Tang Yue sat on the ground and threw the brush in his hand. "I accept my oldness. From today, all daily chores shall be handed to you, Tomcat. An aged person like me shall just lie in bed to await death…"
"What are you saying, young man!" Tomcat roared and interrupted him. "You are still young. How can you be so bleak? You haven't reached the retirement age of the Communist Youth League of China. You are also the successor of Communism! As the 6.5 billionth successor of socialism with Chinese characteristics, you should come to your senses!
"Did the capitalists have the same expression as you are wearing now when they exploited labor two hundred years ago?" Tang Yue asked.
"No."
"No?"
"Capitalists wear such expressions when they are exploiting workers no matter when it is," Tomcat said. "You've read so much history recently, so you should be aware of this point. They will draw a huge pie on a piece of paper to encourage the workers, but when this pie is created, the capitalists will not hesitate to stuff the pie into their pockets, and all the workers get is the oil stains from the makings."
"You exploitive cat."
"At such times, you shouldn't use class struggle as your banner. Besides, when have I ever exploited you? Our relationship has never been one of employer and employee because I've never paid you for the work you do."
"You have already been promoted from landlord to slave owner. Lord Cat, I think a classical Chinese attire suits you."
Tomcat imagined the situation.
"Suits worn by those rich, old officials in Beijing?"
"No, you're more like an alcoholic, failed scholar who frequents the tavern." Tang Yue patted the Chelomey and got up with the brush in hand. "That reminds me of how the failed scholar asked the tavern owner the ridiculous question of how the four ways 'exploit' in exploitation is spelled."
Tang Yue looked into the distance. It was the grave he had dug for himself, one that he planned on lying in to receive death. But ultimately, when the comet hadn't hit Mars, the grave wasn't put to use.
However, Tang Yue didn't fill the pit.
He knew very well that although the comet had left, death had never left.
That invisible spirit was floating in the desert in front of Tang Yue like vultures waiting for their prey to die and rot. They were spiraling in the air, and Tang Yue could see their shadows.
"Tomcat."
"Yes?"
"When will Orion II's landing happen?"
"When Miss Mai Dong and I finish making the final preparations," Tomcat replied. "It's estimated to be around twenty hours."
Tang Yue opened the hatch to the airlock and entered it with his back hunched. The heavy, air-tight hatch locked behind him with a click, isolating him from all the desolateness outside.
On the desert outside Kunlun Station, a silent spring was arriving quietly.


Payload specialist, Tang Yue, who is a mechanical and electrical engineer by training, is left stranded on Mars when he receives news from his AI robot assistant, Tomcat, that Earth has exploded. He believes himself to be the last human in the Universe.
Turns out, he is only the last man in the Universe. Botanist, Mai Dong, had been left on the United Space Station (USS) orbiting Mars, to await Tang Yue's ascent to the USS before they make their journey back to Earth. But now, it's impossible.
Join the trio's quest for survival as they attempt to unravel the mystery of Earth's disappearance.

Zheng Ren entered the ICU and felt hateful gazes directed at him.
'What did I do?' Zheng Ren thought.
He had never had any misunderstandings with ICU staff. The nurses...
"Chief Physician Pan, you're here." An ICU doctor walked toward them and started to explain the patient's condition.
"The patient was involved in a traffic accident and sent to the fifth orthopedic department at 9:18 am. He was diagnosed with a pelvic fracture. Blood pressure was at 100/60 mmHg but an hour later, it was at 85/45 mmHg. We suspected severe hemorrhage from the fracture and did a CT scan. The scan revealed a retroperitoneal hematoma."
The patient's records detailed the condition with a simple, clear-cut diagnosis. The hematoma was to be expected due to pelvic fracture.
Minor pelvic fractures rarely required surgery and were manageable with just rest.
The design of the pelvis naturally made it so. Fractures typically led to bleeding that would cause a small to medium internal accumulation. Usually, treatment with hemostatics and antibiotics was sufficient.
However, if the pelvic fracture ruptured any blood vessels, it would be the internal and external iliac veins, along with the common iliac vein.
These blood vessels were located at the retroperitoneal space and the bleed would be enveloped by the peritoneum. In most cases, the ruptured vessel was either a small artery or vein and the bleeding would stop due to higher retroperitoneal pressure.
However…
This patient seemed to be a special case. The odds of a case like this was less than one in a hundred.
It was likely that there had been severe laceration to one of the bigger arteries in the retroperitoneal space and the pressure could not staunch the bleed. The patient's blood pressure was at a level that indicated hemorrhagic shock.
The higher retroperitoneal pressure was tricky as it did not allow for standard general surgery methods to stop the bleed.
If they cut open the retroperitoneum, the trapped blood would burst out due to pressure.
Zheng Ren looked to the side and saw Su Yun move a chair to the patient's bedside. He sat by the patient and scrawled something on a piece of paper as if making calculations.
Su Yun could be hungover but did not look drunk, just mildly dispirited.
The gloomy expression on a handsome face like his gave off a completely different vibe.
"Let's have a look at the patient first," Old Chief Physician Pan said steadily. He approached the patient and read his vital signs, then proceeded to view the CT scan.
"Pelvic fracture with ruptured arteries. Hematoma in the retroperitoneum." Su Yun heard Old Chief Physician Pan's voice and looked up. He did not rise from his seat or look at Chief Physician Pan, but only stared at Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren knew what he meant.
The patient's condition was not suitable for open surgery, leaving only interventional surgery the only option for stopping the bleed. That was their priority now.
Su Yun's diagnosis and rescue plan were accurate. He was sharp.
"Little Zheng, are you confident?" Old Chief Physician Pan was not familiar with this manner of interventional surgery, but after the placenta abruption case, he had bought a book to study it further.
He was not capable of performing the surgery but wanted to make sure Zheng Ren was confident before rushing into it.
Sometimes, hot-headed youngsters need the steady hand of an older fellow to guide them.
A pelvic fracture with retroperitoneal hematoma and developing hemorrhagic shock was the perfect case for an interventional radiology-assisted surgery.
Nevertheless, Old Chief Physician Pan had never performed such surgeries before and wanted Zheng Ren's opinion.
"No problem," Zheng Ren replied confidently. "Get the paperwork. Prepare the blood and transfer the patient to the interventional radiology operating room."
Su Yun's black hair swayed as he bobbed excitedly. The tiredness in his eyes slowly disappeared.
The change in Su Yun made Zheng Ren cautious. 'What is this nancy boy up to?'
"I'll go in with you," Su Yun said, "These are calculations for contrast agent administration. Don't mess it up."
He handed the piece of paper to the nurse.
"Another calculation of contrast agent administration based on urine specific gravity?" the nurse said after glancing at the paper. She had a look of regret on her face. "Brother Yun, it's a shame you left for the emergency department."
"Haha." Su Yun gave a neutral response: a chuckle that accentuated his tousled hair.
Zheng Ren had no patience for Su Yun and his antics but the concept was correct. Using urine specific gravity for calculation, the contrast medium would provide a better chances for a hemorrhagic shock patient.
This was a high-level technique, something akin to a secret move from a Wuxia novel.
With the boom of the internet, this method of calculation was available online for reference. The problem was the complicated mathematics required, something beyond most medical students' grasps.
They would have to constantly monitor the patient's urine specific gravity and adjust the contrast medium. The whole process was exhausting.
Hence, anyone who suggested it was already heads and shoulders above others.
This man would do it. Zheng Ren and Old Chief Physician Pan excused themselves from the ICU and went to prepare the interventional angiography system.
After the placenta abruption case, Old Chief Physician Pan had managed to source some of the materials suitable for interventional surgery.
This time, Zheng Ren would be better-equipped. He would have the right instruments and another doctor with him. 
…
…
Zheng Ren prepared himself in the operating room.
Xie Yiren was here. She had taken the time to study interventional surgery as much as possible and was ready to assist Zheng Ren.
However, he would not allow her to. This was not coronary bypass surgery that would have the patient's heart stopped. There was no need for her to be exposed to radiation.
As for Su Yun, Zheng Ren simply did not care if he wanted to help or not.
Between an annoying, sharp-tongued pretty boy or an accommodating, delightful lady, Zheng Ren did not need to think twice about his pick. He was very straight, after all.
They required minimal machinery as it was simply an embolization surgery. In the world of interventional surgery, embolization was the easiest procedure to perform.
Fifteen minutes later, Zheng Ren heard the sound of the stretcher trolley approaching.
The preparations in the operating room were complete.
The patient was gently lifted onto the operating table. Care was taken as not to aggravate the patient's condition. Zheng Ren activated the system and gave control access to the operating room, then began to scrub in.
Interventional surgery had the risk of radiation exposure, but personnel entering the area had to wear heavy lead aprons as they worked. Operating with pounds of added weight was much more difficult than a normal surgery.
However, in certain cases, interventional surgery was the only viable option. If they did not proceed, it would mean standing aside and watching the patient bleed to death.
Zheng Ren went to the storage room and took out a lead apron. Suddenly, he remembered something.
When he had accomplished the solo mission, the System had rewarded him a silver chest and a special lead apron that could turn radiation into energy.
The silver chest did not entice him after three consecutive unboxings had given him nothing but skill books.
The special lead apron seemed prestigious. According to its description, it could absorb and transform radiation into energy for its wearer.
That would be very interesting.
Zheng Ren returned the lead apron in his hand and snuck a peek at Su Yun. The man was occupied with positioning the patient and other presurgical preparations. Zheng Ren hurried into the changing room and accessed the System, intending to put the special lead apron to good use.


“Primum non nocere.” 
First, do no harm. - Hippocrates
Zheng Ren—an ordinary general surgeon in a cruel medical world whose efforts went unnoticed. His struggles are real…until he is blessed with a system and gifted with skills that exceeded even the best surgeons in the world. Alone in the world with no one to depend on, Zheng Ren uses his exceptional gift to challenge the skepticism of his colleagues and save lives.

Gu Fei's maximum damage output could only be fully unleashed when he was in close combat, as the additional fire attack as well as the Fatal Blow trait would only be activated when his weapon made contact with the enemy, and casting Descending Wheel of Flames and similar AOE spells would not generate these effects at all.
At this moment, Gu Fei had fortunately procced all these traits. With the Physical and Spell Damage of Moonlit Nightfalls, Twin Incineration's damage, 10% Fatal Blow, and the additional fire attack… Gu Fei managed to take down the enemy Warrior with his one sword slash.
This feat meant more than just that, however. The Warrior had yet to undergo his Job Class Advancement, but given his stat point allocation, he already possessed a large HP pool. Moreover, he had equipped himself with high magic defense gear all over after learning of Gu Fei's monstrously high Magic Attack Power. Who knew that that would still not be enough to survive Gu Fei's one sword slash, though?
Silver Moon and his fellow mercenaries were of course aware of their companion's high HP and how he had high resistant to magic attacks, so they were horrified that Gu Fei could finish him off with just one strike. Through Appraisal, they managed to identify Gu Fei's various accessories that granted him higher chances of dealing additional fire attack, but they failed to get any information about his sword and robe.
Silver Moon, who owned King's Blade, naturally knew what it meant when an item could not be perused through the current standard of Appraisal: Gu Fei's two pieces of equipment were at the forefront in terms of grade and tier, and the others could not appraise it since their levels were considered lower than those equipment.
Just what is so special about his sword and robe? This thought filtered through the minds of everyone in Silver Moon's group as they got even more curious about Gu Fei's two unidentified items.
Actually, Brother Assist's desire to uncover the secret behind Silver Moon's sword was equal to Silver Moon's desire to find out about Gu Fei's equipment. In fact, his feeling might even be stronger than Brother Assist's, as their side was at a disadvantage right now due to their lack of understanding of Gu Fei's equipment. Losing the current match without finding out the real deal behind those two pieces of equipment would be akin to dying senselessly without accomplishing anything.
Silver Moon was within arm's reach of Gu Fei and the latter only had to lift his hand to cut the former, but recalling Brother Assist's intention to appraise Silver Moon, Gu Fei temporarily spared his life and extended his sword toward another Warrior, instead.
Silver Moon had a total of three Guardians, three Knights (including himself), three Warriors, and one Priest in the beginning, but the three from Young Master's Elite had already gotten rid of one Guardian, two Knights, and two Warriors. Gu Fei was currently assaulting the last Warrior of their bunch, who happened to be the one with the highest damage output in Silver Moon's team.
While the two Guardians had Charge, Cyclone, and other skills of the Warrior job class, their weapon of choice was a shield, so their damage output was still lower than the sole remaining Warrior, since shields boosted their defensive capabilities more than their offensive capabilities.
"Not good! Everyone, protect our Warrior!" Counting the remaining mercenaries he had in his team, Silver Moon realized the importance of this last Warrior and quickly gave out this order when he saw Gu Fei make his way toward the man.
Gu Fei had already struck the target with his sword, but Silver Moon's timely warning had allowed the Priest to quickly bestow Heal on the Warrior. Gu Fei's Twin Incineration was still on cool-down, so his sword's basic attack was easily countered by that Heal, making it seem as if Gu Fei had not attacked the Warrior in the first place.
Silver Moon immediately rushed over and wedged his sword between the two in an attempt to protect the Warrior from Gu Fei, while the two Guardians also moved close to the Warrior and raised their shields up on his left and right. Somehow, Silver Moon's current formation had ended up revolving around their last remaining Warrior.
Just as Silver Moon was feeling gratified at his quick-wittedness, he saw Gu Fei approach the Priest in a few quick strides. 
"Twin Incineration! Incinerate!" Gu Fei's sword came cleaving down.
Most Priests would be flustered when their enemies drew near them, but this Priest actually remained calm. With Gu Fei's fast speed, the Priest knew that fleeing was not an option, so he settled for bestowing Heal on himself when Gu Fei's sword came slashing down.
Priests had an edge in Endurance, so they could withstand Gu Fei's attack as long as they focused their points to that stat at level 40. This Priest before Gu Fei had done exactly that and allocated most of his points to Endurance. He was a rather unfortunate fellow, though, as Gu Fei was not the only one that was dealing with him.
A yellowish light infused Gu Fei's body earlier when he casted Twin Incineration. It was the Blessing of Intelligence by the Knight Brother Assist, which increased the former's Spell Damage to a whole new level. At the same time, Sword Demon had appeared from behind the Priest and executed Backstab with his dagger, his body pulsing red from Brother Assist's Blessing of Strength.
Despite bestowing Heal on himself beforehand, the Priest could only watch his HP drop to nothing when both attacks landed on him from the front and the back.
"Is the Priest your target all along? Were you merely pretending to strike at the Warrior to fool us into isolating our Priest?" Silver Moon's extremities went cold upon witnessing the death of his Priest. He looked at the two Guardians protecting the Warrior and his heart seethed with hate-filled regret.
Gu Fei looked blankly at him before smiling, "It's nothing that fancy."
"Then..." Silver Moon was nonplussed.
"I targeted your last Warrior earlier because he was the closest to me, that's all," Gu Fei pointed to the Warrior that Silver Moon and the rest were heavily guarding and said, "I would attack anyone who was in his position just then."
Silver Moon was coughing up blood inside him. He had put too much emphasis on Gu Fei's Spell Damage, causing him to become very nervous. Making mistakes when one was anxious was easy, and this blunder of his had caused the death of their Priest. Without the Priest, the HP of Silver Moon's members would only dwindle without the possibility of recovery. This meant that their defeat was inevitable.
Young Master Han and the rest, who were looking from afar, also saw the overwhelming advantage that their force had gained in their foray and realized the futility of employing the Grand Kiting strategy, as facing the remaining four enemies head on and killing them was no longer a problem. As such, the others promptly made their way over, while Gu Fei retreated to a safe distance. The reason was of course Gu Fei's need to eat fruit again.
"Man, your mana… He he he!" Several of his fellow mercenaries could only chuckle teasingly.
Gu Fei ignored their teasing and merely indicated to Brother Assist the very exposed Silver Moon, "Quickly appraise him!"
"I've already appraised him. I really can't get anything out of it!" Brother Assist shook his head and sighed.
"Isn't it just a matter of probability when it comes to appraising something successfully?" Gu Fei asked.
"Maybe..." The officials did not clearly provide information on this matter, so nobody could tell for sure.
"Let's kill the rest and leave Silver Moon alive, so that you can appraise him for a hundred times. Maybe, you will find something out by doing that," Gu Fei suggested.
"Is this how you plan to torture him?" Everyone sharply inhaled.
"Uhm… Isn't this something you need?" Gu Fei questioningly gazed at Brother Assist.
Brother Assist just wiped the non-existent sweat off his forehead.
"Let's talk about this after we kill the rest," Young Master Han waved his hand dismissively.
"Wait for me to recover my mana!" Gu Fei requested hurriedly.
"Chill, man. You've already killed a few; why don't you leave the rest to us and let us earn some kill points?" Several of his fellow mercenaries eagerly rubbed their fists and palms as they went forward, and it was obvious that they had no intention of waiting for Gu Fei at all.
Straightforwardly clashing with one another without any strategy… This essentially boiled down to their skills and the teamwork of both sides. Silver Moon mercenary group's two Guardians and one Warrior formed a triangle with Silver Moon at its core, and he blessed the three with Blessing of Strength. This was to ensure that his comrades would grow even stronger when he used King's Command later.
Over by Young Master's Elite mercenary group, each person did what he was best at. Royal God Call fired off arrows from afar, War Without Wounds and Sword Demon closed in on the enemies to strike at an opportune moment, Brother Assist blessed his comrades accordingly, and Young Master Han readied his staff to bestow Heal on his team's two melee job classes. Since Silver Moon and his fellow mercenaries did not have any long-range capabilities, there was no need for Young Master's Elite to worry about long-range attacks at all.
Once War Without Wounds and Sword Demon were near enough, Silver Moon raised his sword, and the two Guardians and one Warrior were suddenly infused by golden light and used Charge to rush at the approaching two.
The two were already prepared for this; Sword Demon activated Fleetfoot and circled around the three, while War Without Wounds braced himself to receive the charging enemies. While the ensuing collision looked frightening to onlookers, the game still calculated the damage systematically. In the end, War Without Wounds' high defense rendered the enemies' tackle as ineffectual.
After purposely receiving the enemies' Charge, War Without Wounds did not counterattack and instead chose to shout out a number behind him.
Young Master Han smiled and relayed this to Brother Assist.
Brother Assist quickly understood what was happening and promptly added the equipment data he had appraised from the Guardians to do some calculation. Since the Guardians' weapons were shields, their Attack Power was only based off on their Strength as well as the skill's inherent damage, simplifying Brother Assist's calculation process. Brother Assist took out a booklet and began to solve it using Xs and Ys. Royal God Call temporarily stopped his attack to take a look at Brother Assist's calculation, "Is there a need to do column equations?"
Young Master Han looked sideways at Royal God Call, "I knew it. A student like you who play games every day truly doesn't spend time on his studies. You call that 'column equations'? That's 'function', which uses X and Y as variables. Do you understand what variables are? It's…."
Their three opponents that were under the effect of King's Command were desperate to score a hit against them fast, as there was a limit to how long Silver Moon could use that skill. Unfortunately for their enemies, Young Master's Elite was made up of a bunch of old hands that were not foolish enough to confront them at such a period. Instead, they scattered about and fled in different directions. Even War Without Wounds who was closest to the buffed enemies had managed to quickly pull away from them with his life intact by using Charge. 
Eventually, the King's Command skill ended and the two Guardians and one Warrior returned to their normal state.
Young Master Han noted the time and muttered, "Silver Moon's skill lasted about twenty-five seconds last time, but it did not even reach twenty-five seconds now. Probably because he has blessed each of his three comrades before this. By the looks of things, that skill depletes his mana as he channels it." With that, he shouted to his team's Knight, "How's your calculation progressing, Brother Assist?"
"Don't rush me! How can I calculate all these so quickly? I don't know how much damage their Charge skill can provide, so my calculation may not be too accurate. I think it's better to find someone to get tackled again!" Brother Assist replied.
"But the battle is about to end already..." Young Master Han said as he stared at a certain direction.
In that direction, Gu Fei, who had already recovered his mana, was sprinting over with a huff.


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