bookbashuk Chapter 30. Not a chance.
Chapter 30. Not a chance.
"Walk?"
Xing toyed with the baseball bat in her hand, the bat with its dented surface, which had probably hit the heads of countless antimatter legions, twirling between her fingers.
She took a step forward, blocking the so-called "evacuation route".
"This messenger, or perhaps the messenger worm."
Xing tilted her head, her golden eyes devoid of any smile.
"Are you misunderstanding something?"
"Although the train crew were just passing through and nameless passengers, they never had the habit of leaving someone in distress unattended. Besides..."
She pointed to Hoshino, who was leaning against Danheng behind her.
"We still need to find medicine for this 'family bucket lady.' We haven't even found the medicine yet, and you're already making us buy return tickets?"
"That's against the rules."
Danheng added a sentence.
The tip of his spear touched the ground, making a soft sound.
That was a silent rejection.
"rule?"
Messenger 7582's pair of crystal-clear compound eyes flickered slightly.
It looked at the few seemingly frail carbon-based creatures in front of it (in its eyes, the absence of a shell meant frailty).
Its antennae drooped helplessly.
"Rules are made for living people."
"And here..."
It turned around and did not continue the heavy topic from before.
Instead, it suddenly raised one of its forelimbs and pointed it towards the deep waters above its head.
Or more precisely, it points to the sky beyond the water, a sky still clearly visible through the crystal dome.
"Look there."
The messenger's voice suddenly carried an almost dreamlike exclamation.
"Look at that wormhole."
Everyone looked in the direction it was pointing.
Next to that dim red dwarf star.
Above that oppressive, dark purple sky.
There was a huge vortex that emitted a strange blue-purple light.
It does not devour all light like a typical black hole.
in contrast.
It is luminous.
Countless stardust particles were sucked into it, transforming into dazzling ribbons of light.
And at the center of that vortex.
You can vaguely see another, more dazzling and vast starry sky.
That is the real universe.
It is a vast world filled with stars, nebulae, and countless possibilities.
This stands in stark contrast to the lifeless Treme-IV, trapped in the shadow of a red dwarf star.
"How beautiful."
The messenger looked at the wormhole.
The blue-purple light was reflected in his compound eyes.
"That is the door to the outside world. It is the exit that our entire clan has looked up to day and night and longed for for thousands of years."
"Once we get through there, we can leave this dying galaxy and see the real stars."
Its sound was very soft.
It carries a deep longing.
It's like a prisoner who has been confined for life, looking at the patch of free blue sky outside the iron bars.
Star looked at the wormhole.
My heart sank.
Pretty?
It is indeed very beautiful.
But that is also the passage for true hibernating insects to invade.
It is the beginning of destruction.
"so what?"
March 7th was not swayed by these artistic sentiments.
She put her hands on her hips and looked at the messenger with some dissatisfaction.
"The scenery is nice, but what does that have to do with us staying to help?"
"Don't try to change the subject! I've used that trick way way long ago!"
"yes."
Nguyen Mai also withdrew her gaze from the wormhole.
She wasn't particularly interested in astrophysical phenomena; she was more concerned with biological data.
"Wormholes are beautiful, but they are extremely unstable. And..."
She glanced at the instrument in her hand.
"The high-energy reaction emanating from it is not an ordinary gravitational wave, but a high concentration of 'reproductive' destiny energy."
That's not the exit.
"That's... the entrance to the lair."
That hit the nail on the head.
The messenger's raised forelimb froze in mid-air.
It originally intended to use this beautiful scenery to distract the group of guests, making them realize the vastness of the universe and thus the insignificance and triviality of this place.
As a result, this group of people...
They were all incredibly clear-headed.
They're all harder to fool than the last.
"well……"
The messenger slowly lowered his forelimbs.
He let out a long sigh.
It turned around.
Looking at these stubborn outsiders.
Looking at Xing, who was holding a baseball bat and eager to try.
Looking at March 7th holding the ice bow.
Looking at Dan Heng carrying a long spear.
And then there's that weak girl, but with a stubborn look in her eyes, named Yohoshi.
"You...don't you really understand?"
The messenger's tone changed.
It's no longer that polite and gentle tone.
Instead, it evoked a profound sense of powerlessness.
It raised its hand and pointed to the deep sea outside the observation deck.
He pointed to the dark waters that looked calm but were actually turbulent.
"What do you think we're facing?"
"A few lost wild animals?"
"Or is it an organized army?"
The messenger shook his head.
"Neither."
"That's... the sea."
"ocean?"
March 7th was somewhat puzzled.
"Isn't the sea right outside?"
"It's a sea of insects."
The messenger's voice became low.
"As long as you leave the protective field of this Crystal City, even if it's just by a meter."
"Just enter that dark water."
It paused.
It was as if just recalling that scene filled it with dread.
"In every drop of water you see, there may be the larva of a true larva."
"Behind every rock you step on, there may be a grown-up Ripper."
"Quantity? No, they don't have the concept of quantity."
"They are like the deep sea itself, endless, filling every inch of space."
"It took us three thousand years to build this city."
"This dome was built using the strength of the entire clan."
"But right now, the only area we can operate in is this Crystal City, which is less than ten square kilometers."
"The rest of the planet."
"Ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of the area."
"They've already eaten it all."
The messenger looked at the stars.
Those two eyes were filled with sorrow.
"You are very strong. I can feel it."
"Maybe you can kill a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand."
"But what happens after that?"
"Another million, ten million will flood in."
"That is the power of 'reproduction.' It is the most primitive and also the most terrifying proliferation of life."
"We don't want you to get involved."
"You are our guests. You are the only friends in thousands of years to have responded to our signals."
"We don't want to see our friends die in this... doomed war."
"Let's go."
"While the force field has not yet been breached."
"Before that wormhole is fully opened."
"Go back to your starry sky."
These words.
That was a very strong statement.
It's also very realistic.
That sense of despair was almost overwhelming.
He listened to these words.
The "fertility" factor in my chest throbbed violently due to the resonance.
She knew the messenger was telling the truth.
That scene from my memory.
That overwhelming swarm of golden insects.
It was truly a suffocating nightmare.
but……
"Friends?"
He suddenly spoke on March 7th.
She slammed the ice bow in her hand into the ground.
It made a crisp "clang" sound.
The girl raised her chin.
Her short pink hair fluttered in the gentle breeze.
"You're seriously underestimating the Star Train!"
A confident smile curved the corners of March 7's lips.
"If we run away just because the enemy outnumbers us, what's the point of our expedition? We might as well just go home and farm!"
"You're saying they're the sea?"
"That's perfect!"
She pointed to Xing beside her, and then to Danheng.
"This guy is none other than the Galactic Baseball Man, who even went head-to-head with Nanook's Extinction Lord!"
"This one is none other than the Cold-Noodles Little Azure Dragon, capable of splitting the ocean in two with a single shot!"
"And this lady too..."
March 7th patted his chest.
"An absolutely incredible Hexapex Frost Archer!"
"A mere insect."
"No matter how many there are, they're still just insects."
"You think you can just kick us out with that kind of excuse?"
"No way!"