The electronic voice completed the final report in an indifferent tone.
The eting room was dead silent.
After a mont, a low sound of soone sniffing ca from the corner.
Ren Zhong looked over; the sound ca from Gao Ya, whose hair had turned white and whose face was covered with crow’s feet.
She quickly raised her sleeve to wipe her eyes.
At this mont, an unexpected voice echoed in the eting room.
"We will arrive at the destination on ti."
It was Ma Wei’an.
On the Falcon, Ahd struggled to sit up straight and turned to Ma Wei’an, angrily saying, "You... how could you cut off the voice communication!"
Ma Wei’an turned his head back, "My dear Captain, please continue to rest. You only have twenty minutes of rest left. During this ti, please hand over the control to us. Trust in our ability. As for why the communication was cut? It’s because I’m about to deploy all detection thods to illuminate the path for the journey ahead."
Finishing his speech, Ma Wei’an pursed his lips and said no more, only continued to focus intently on the projection screen.
In fact, he was thinking if the five survivors on Ship 997-27 could break the scientific logic of the human survival instinct, then maybe the Falcon could too?
No one incited him, and no one encouraged him. He didn’t even know what he was thinking, just inexplicably felt his heart racing.
Or perhaps he finally found his own aning of living from the actions of Huang Xubo and others.
So what if I have always lived for others?
Isn’t life born collective?
If there was no civilization, no group, no Source Star Fleet...
If I was born on a completely isolated island without anyone else...
Could I speak, think, master this knowledge, or even complain that I shouldn’t be a tool, isn’t it precisely because I was born within this collective?
I am a tool of the collective, but is the collective not also a tool of mine?
We shape each other, that’s why I beca who I am.
Right?
So, even if it’s against my will, even if it doesn’t fit my nature, I should try to burn bright just once.
At least, I should not let Captain Sammy and Huang Xubo’s efforts go to waste, nor the sacrifices of the hundreds of thousands who died throughout the work fleet.
The tail of the Willow Leaf-shaped Falcon spewed out a long trail, racing towards 997-27’s location in the perilous Black Mist Zone.
Twenty minutes later, Ahd gradually recovered and took control.
At the distant Fleet Headquarters command room, everyone watched as this work ship, designed for a maximum cruising speed of 0.2 tis the speed of light, continued to advance, and advance further.
In the distance, so vague black spots were rolling in from the side like waves.
This was an imprecisely torn force field of dark energy, also a ferocious beast devouring everything.
As these black spots drew closer to the Falcon, their contours beca clearer.
This was the Falcon’s detection equipnt scanning more clearly for modeling as they got nearer.
Suddenly, soone in the eting room gasped softly; the Falcon seed to have inadvertently been swept into a fast-moving dark energy cluster’s force field.
Five seconds later, sothing unbelievable happened.
The Falcon was not drawn in; instead, it carved out a curve, moving forward at greater than 0.2 tis the speed of light!
"This is utilizing the gravitational field of dark energy for slingshot acceleration. After multiple accelerations, the Falcon’s cruising speed indeed has a chance to reach or even exceed 0.25 tis the speed of light. Although the work ship’s low-power engine isn’t enough to propel it to 0.25 tis the speed of light, the ship’s structure can barely support that speed."
"Throughout this process, it’s crucial to control the ship’s entry angle, the distance to the dark energy cluster with extre precision, and maintain the ship’s posture, always aligning its most stable structure face to the gravitational source, and control the movent rules and characteristics of the dark energy cluster to perfection. Indeed, this is the only plan to arrive at the destination within 16 hours. But there can’t be a single error."
Among everyone present, the most excellent pilot, combatant, and academically knowledgeable Ren Zhong assud the role of narrator, explaining the principle to others quickly.
In fact, if he personally took over the ship, he intended to operate it this way, but he might not achieve the perfect cooperation of Ahd and Ma Wei’an as this did.
"Ladies and gentlen, we are about to witness the birth of a miracle, and I also believe this won’t be the last miracle from Source Star."
Ren Zhong spoke again.
Fifteen hours and forty-nine minutes passed.
The miracle Ren Zhong spoke of beca reality.
The Falcon leaped over the impact zone of the dark energy outburst and successfully reached the designated area, smoothly connecting to the 997 data chain!
From then on, this tenuous, nearly breaking last data chain finally had double insurance.
However, the person reporting back to Fleet Headquarters was neither Ma Wei’an nor Ahd but a strange voice.
The other side gasping said, "Reporting to Earl, this is Falcon. I am Reconnaissance Equipnt Controller Zhang Hang! We have arrived! We’ve linked up! The ship has now switched to inertial flight mode, and we will arrive at Ship 997-27 in four hours!"
Ren Zhong murmured, "Well done. Your deeds will be communicated to all fleet mbers."
"Thank you, Earl! There is one more thing."
"Go ahead, Zhang Hang."
"Due to the use of the new Xing Tian Potion and Super Brain Potion, Captain Ahd Sammy and Technical Officer Ma Wei’an have sacrificed themselves ten minutes ago. In their last words, they wanted to place them with the other five martyrs in Ship 997-27, is that possible?"
"Approved."
People always fear loneliness; even if they die in the boundless universe, being buried with like-minded people is a kind of happiness.
This is the warriors’ last longing for a small bit of happiness, and it should be given to them.
In Ren Zhong’s mind, Sun Ai sighed, "Sotis I wonder, does the universe really have a god? It’s as if we had divine protection; Ship 997-27 wasn’t drawn into the dark energy cluster for the entire 16 hours, and the Falcon also achieved an impossible miracle."
Ren Zhong shook his head, softly muttering to himself, "There is no god in the universe; if there is one, it can only be people like Huang Xubo, Ahd Sammy, and Ma Wei’an. God is rely a fictional refuge created by humans in their helplessness; in reality, those who create miracles are gods."
Sun Ai: "But the Empire doesn’t think that way."
Ren Zhong: "That’s the Empire. We are us."
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