Abyss Solo

Chapter 63: 042 Fifth Contact [Extra-Large Chapter Requesting Votes]

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(1)

“Are you insane?”

Kolev was very calm.

Because he thought he had misheard.

Owning a habitable planet personally?

What a cosmic joke about some Empire princess marrying the son of the New Federation Chairman!

“Where there’s a will, there’s a way,” Yang Ming said, “If it were not such a challenging task, how could I possibly invite you? A legendary figure still alive, Mr. Haton.”

“That’s true,” Kolev chuckled, walking back calmly with the help of his cane, “I’ve stolen all kinds of things in my life, but I’ve never stolen a whole planet. I need more information sharing.”

Yang Ming nodded, “I actually already have a plan, it goes like this…”

“Hold on, hold on!”

Kolev’s old eyes were full of light:

“Don’t think you can gloss over it! I’ve agreed to be your assistant, and now, you must share your secrets, share your leverage! Yang Ming, you have to show it to me, that advanced civilization!”

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Yang Ming: …

This old man was getting harder to fool.

“Alright, since you insist.”

Yang Ming stroked his chin and pondered a few times:

“I need to think carefully about how to tell you my experiences and what key information to hide.

“If, after I tell you these things, you choose not to help me, I will erase the last half hour of your memory, so even if one day someone scans your brain, you won’t reveal my trump card.”

“Come on, who can just scan the brain and get memories?” Kolev said, “That’s just an immature scientific experiment.”

“The Empire should be able to do it.”

Yang Ming simply said, “Alright, I’ll start after the two of us parted ways. Open that thing… You actually still like pastel pink colors.”

Kolev cursed, “This is what the device comes with! This thing is originally a military contraband; I’m lucky to have gotten one!”

Lyu’s clear and lively voice suddenly chimed in, “Boss, your elderly assistant’s underwear and socks are also pink.”

Kolev’s old face turned red, and he stammered for a long time, saying things like ‘what’s wrong with pink’ and ‘it’s just a normal color.’

Yang Ming chuckled and leaned back in the wide vintage wooden chair, his eyes showing a hint of reminiscence.

He narrated at a brisk pace:

“After we parted, I resupplied with fresh water and food at Free Port, and after continuously sailing for over twenty Galaxy Days, underwent four somewhat risky jumps, heading to a coordinate point I had serendipitously obtained.

“Imperial New Calendar: 724.06.30.

“That was my departure time.”

(2)

The trajectory drawn on the Star Map was gradually erased as Feinan entered an uncharted zone off commercial routes, and Yang Ming began to activate the hover rudder, spending half the time manually piloting.

The radar was turned up to maximum power.

Fully utilizing the gravitational slingshot effect to increase energy reserves.

The radio was set to receive on all channels, to prevent accidentally entering a military forbidden zone.

The predetermined coordinate point was getting closer, and Yang Ming could already find some distinctive ‘landmarks’ on the enlarged Star Map.

He first passed by a shattered drifting planet, a third of which had been blown apart, with a long meteorite belt stretching into space.

—A drifting planet refers to a planet not captured by a star, usually quite rare; this particular drifting planet was likely dragged here by interstellar civilizations.

Continuing from the shattered drifting planet, Yang Ming spent two Galaxy Days reaching the second landmark.

This was the wreckage of an abandoned gigantic warship, with all valuable items long removed, leaving only an empty skeleton and a heavily damaged outer armor.

This gigantic warship was 25,000 meters long, with a small city inside it.

Perhaps it was a relic from a previous era of civilization, once providing modern Galactic civilizations with many advanced ancient technologies, or perhaps it was once the symbol of a powerful nation, fallen into oblivion due to the collapse of its regime.

Yang Ming deliberately bypassed the wreckage of this gigantic warship.

He feared there might be some faction’s detector nearby; he only needed to use this object to confirm he hadn’t taken the wrong path.

When playing “Abyss,” players didn’t have such trouble with navigation, generally closing and opening their eyes and the target point would be reached.

This was a huge disparity Yang Ming couldn’t comprehend presently.

Continuing to sail for another day and a half, passing by the second somewhat intact drifting planet, Yang Ming gradually approached his destination for this journey.

A deep gray dust cloud was spread across the gravitational equilibrium zone.

Feinan began to slow down, gliding slowly over the dust cloud.

Intelligent Mechanic Dusk was hidden here.

“Number Two, analyze the composition of the dust cloud.”

“Yes, Captain, the main compositions are crushed ice, with a small portion of rock debris and dust particles. The nearby area is in a gravitational near-equilibrium zone, insufficient to form any microstar on its own, and no areas capable of accumulating heat were detected.”

Molly No. 2’s voice was cold yet clear.

Yang Ming said, “Detect gravitational anomaly points, even the slightest anomaly needs to be reported.”

“Yes, Captain.”

Molly No. 2 dutifully began to work.

But Yang Ming did not stop the Feinan; instead, he proceeded towards the center of the dust cloud based on his memory.

The spaceship slightly lowered, the sound of shattered ice hitting the hull being constant.

“Captain, there is a gravitational anomaly point ahead, although the extent is very small.”

“Can it be detected what caused it?”

“Lacking proper equipment, unable to detect,” Molly No. 2 immediately replied.

Yang Ming nodded.

Then it was up to him.

The spaceship decelerated again, slowly sinking into the dust cloud, as if Yang Ming were immersed in a sea of clouds, progressing slowly and steadily toward the middle layer of the dust cloud.

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