Sky-cracking Rider

Although Chen Xiao'er didn't know why Chen Fei wanted information about spatial storage artifacts for living beings, Miyoshi Xuesen thought it was highly unrealistic.

Even if such artifacts existed, it wouldn't be handed over for something so insignificant. This amount of contribution is far from enough, and no one would give it to him.

Unless he achieved a colossal feat like saving all of humanity, such a treasure would never fall into the hands of an ordinary person. It's dangerous for a child to carry gold in public, inviting trouble.

If it weren't for the fact that the "spatial branding" on the back of Chen Fei's hand was already bound, shining silver patterns being mere appearances and not the actual artifact, non-transferable and irremovable, someone might have tried to chop off his hand.

"That's quite a pity!"

Chen Fei shook his head in disappointment.

"You should ask for something else! So I can give a proper explanation."

The monk shook his head like a rattle drum.

Chen Fei's requests were problematic for Miyoshi Xuesen; he couldn't even get past his own hurdle, let alone the higher-ups.

If he angered them, he might end up with nothing. Truly worrying for this young brother.

"Then give me a Magic Cube Warship, big or small, any size will do."

Chen Fei spread his hands, offering an alternative as a test.

The flyers he created and the Magic Cube Warships, or even the Sky Patrol Ships, were entirely different. His tech lineage leaned more towards the Light Wing Ship of Cangqiong Star, somewhat influenced by battlefield gains and tech acquired from the Silan Royal Family.

If he could conjure an entire flyer system from thin air, it indicated Chen Fei should move from the battlefield to production. He was never meant for frontline fighting anyway.

Miyoshi Monk, startled, asked in confusion, "Magic Cube Warship? What do you need that for? Don't you already have one?"

Single-handedly creating a flyer, the first person in history to mold it to any size he desired.

Otherwise, where did the current flyer they were in come from? An uncertified product with no maker, no address, no production standards!

Chen Fei said calmly, "Do you think it can fly just anywhere?"

"Of course not!" The monk nearly fell for it but quickly retorted, feeling sulky, "Exactly, it's impossible!"

Without sovereign endorsement, such an uncertified flyer entering enemy airspace would likely get shot down—UFOs have no rights.

International law permits the shooting of UFOs without legal ramifications.

If it weren't for the Joint Defense Committee's team reporting their identities and pre-setting the flight route, Chen Fei's flyer wouldn't have reached the Africa Continent, let alone fly over Marin Kai Sovereignty's airspace.

Chen Fei admitted, "As a personal flyer, it's quite handy—at least it would have a flight permit and license. Yeah, a smaller one is fine."

In emergencies, taking off with his family would be easier.

Obtaining a tech sample was secondary; ensuring a backup plan for his family was primary.

If awarded a flyer, it would probably be a small one—the higher-ups wouldn't give a big one.

Chen Fei didn't worry much about where to park the flyer. Xiao Jiu would stay with his family, protecting them, and its small paw held a Space System Alchemy Storage Device big enough for a small flyer, operated by AI "Adam."

"Well... that's true!"

Miyoshi Xuesen found Chen Xiao'er's reasoning sound; having a proper flyer as a commuting tool was fair, much better than constant layovers.

When not in use, it could be stored in the Space System Alchemy Storage Device or kept at the 911 Aircrew Base, self-maintained. The cost wasn't as high as imagined, other than manufacturers grumbling for lost after-sales revenue, but that was minor.

Chen Fei's makeshift flyers were unfit for mass production and sale; without special abilities, they were mere junk. Even if they entered the commercial market, manufacturers would destroy any challenger threatening the entire industry.

Chen Fei asked cautiously, "There shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"I'll ask for you." The monk grinned, acknowledging that unpunished merit and unrewarded service wouldn't satisfy the masses.

A personal flyer—plainly put, cool!

However, it wasn't as though flyers could materialize instantly; production took long and was costly.

Their seemingly cordial parting was due to hidden agendas and not genuine goodwill.

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Scientists named the black vortex cloud continuously producing monsters "Wormhole Cloud."

During the naming process, some tried to name it after themselves but were quickly slapped several times and learned their lesson—provoking public wrath would lead to more than just social death.

A wormhole, also known as an Einstein-Rosen Bridge, time-space hole, or cosmic tunnel, is a hypothesized connection in the universe between two different space-time points, a special structure allowed by general relativity, directly linking two points regardless of spatial or temporal distance.

The five black vortex clouds in the Solar System likely represent real wormholes twisting space and time, enabling monsters to complete long-distance space travel in a short time. The entry and exit points are special distortion fields capable of consuming photons and other energies, not actual floating hazes, appearing as black vortex clouds to human eyes.

Many advanced physics phenomena easily mislead human visual perceptions, making black not truly black and clouds not truly clouds.

To Blue Star People, wormholes weren't new. The Dimensional Gate marked by "Longinus" between Blue Star and Cangqiong Star is also a wormhole, capable of opening and closing at will, maintaining stability.

The Parasitic Species' methods greatly intrigued Blue Star Civilization's researchers.

If understood and mastered, human civilization would gain another means for distant space-time travel, unlike Dimensional Gates limited by "Longinus" coordinates.

Dimensional Gates already revolutionized cosmic exploration concepts.

"Our journey is to the stars and the sea!

"Hold on, let me open a gate, and Biu—to billions of light-years away."

What about the promised starship fleet?

Clearly, the script's wrong!

In reality, there was no scene of piloting flyers to the vast space, not even out of the Star System.

Despite the long-term stable contact between Blue Star and Cangqiong Star Civilizations, pinpointing each other's position in space was impossible. The true distance likely far exceeded billions of light-years.

"Ten days until the next Wormhole Cloud appears." (The original sign read "Days until the next Space Channel: xx days!")

Feels like the college entrance exam!

In a sense, it was Blue Star Civilization's big test, each question a life-or-death matter. Passing meant living to see tomorrow's sun; failing meant whole family demise.

Would this exam become a regular quiz?

Chen Xiao'er's countdown sign in the observation camp was seen as a possibility, given its increasingly confirmed "Apocalyptic Prophecy." Sovereignties couldn't maintain their indifferent stance any longer.

What if the prophecy came true?

Nobody could bear the consequence; it was about everyone's lives. If human civilization perished, all money, houses, cars, women, and children would be gone—lament in Hell!

At this juncture, sovereignties believed it better to err on the side of caution.

Without preparation, genuine apocalypse was a possibility.

"Did you set this sign?"

Having just adjusted the countdown sign, Chen Fei turned to leave when a soft voice called from behind.

Turning around, he saw a little girl standing there.

Chen Fei looked around and focused on the girl, curiously asking, "Yes, I did. Little girl, where are your parents? Why are you alone in such a dangerous place?"

Though the "Wormhole Cloud" here was gone, the observation camp was still not absolutely safe. In the wild outside the tall walls, monsters and mutants still lurked, preying on people. Combat mechs patrolling nearby made occasional catches.

This wasn't a place for an ordinary little girl.

Parents, regardless of work, shouldn't bring children here—irresponsible.

Couldn't they spend some money to place the child in a safe environment?

"Little girl? Are you referring to me?"

The girl pointed at herself, puzzled.

"Is there another little girl here?"

Clearly not, Chen Xiao'er wasn't a little girl.

The girl finally declared seriously, "Young man, though I'm happy with what you said, I am NOT a little girl!"

"My real age far exceeds yours, young man!"

"Ha? Monsters aren't allowed to mature post-founding. Do you have an ID card?"

Chen Fei chuckled at her old-fashioned tone, knowing women often acted older when young and younger when old—never guessing their true age, or else.

"Watch closely!"

The girl handed over a card with a flick.

Name: Yan Ling

Gender: Female

Tribe: ××

Birth: ×××× Year ×× Month ×× Day

Address: …

Social Welfare Number: …