When Yu Sheng was apologizing to people at the "Alice Embassy" on the border with a small puppet amidst the usual chaos at the travel agency, a group of Star Scholars from Algerde were navigating through a vast, chaotic, and bizarre ocean of data in the distant Feiyu Star Domain.
In front of the "Black Stone Space Station," a vanguard laboratory excavated from the Black Dot Group, the Star Scholars even neglected sleep and als.
After all, under normal circumstances, outsiders could hardly touch the true technological secrets of the Black Dot Group—this massive ard research group had been advancing on a path that the world could not comprehend for so long that it had left their original people, their Algerde society, far behind.
Their vanguard laboratories conduct the most dangerous projects in the world, and their databases store cosmic wonders almost at the edge of rationality. A slight leaked technological product from the Black Dot logistics network could fetch astronomical prices on the black markets of various Star Regions—all these secrets, under normal circumstances, were protected by fearless clone armies, swarms of intelligent drones, and layers of fortress cannons. The Black Spot Warlords attached so much importance to their "technological assets" that they even ard their laboratories to the teeth and usually had multiple self-destruction chanisms as final safeguards.
It was said that even the scholars of Terra were filled with curiosity about these vanguard laboratories, yet they could do nothing about them.
But now, a never-before-seen wonderful situation has appeared—the tightly guarded vanguard laboratory had all its defenses breached from inside, its core guards expelled from the space station and disard in the distant Boundary Land, the highest Commander captured in her own base, and what's more wonderful is that she even dismantled the space station's self-destruction system herself on her way back…
The Star Scholars were startled by the living space station on their first day here, but from the second day on, they abandoned sleep like Gyprolians falling into a catnip warehouse, slapped a Clearing Mind Spell, injected an enhancer, twisted the brain plug to the maximum, and got straight to work. A bunch of them stayed in the computer room like cultivating immortality—almost scaring the real cultivators outside the computer room, even Mo Ran was afraid these international friends would suddenly die in the space station.
After all, a group of Algerde Star Scholars, each with a noble title in the neighboring Star Domain, if a few suddenly died here, it could turn into an interstellar dispute.
Fortunately, she personally checked the physical condition of these expert scholars later and found that everyone's life signs were still quite good—one could only say they lived up to being a kind of "Elf," indeed their health bar was stronger than the average race.
A few days after a group of Star Scholars delved into the computer room, Mo Ran was summoned to the space station by an urgent communication from them.
This was a cabin near the Rift Laboratory, the largest of several data nodes within the space station. The Star Scholars had yet to figure out the structure of the entire Black Stone Station and the secrets deep within its systems, but from the parts of the database they had already cracked, they seed to have discovered so significant findings.
Mo Ran, dressed in a black gauze dress, entered the computer room, quickly setting her gaze on a tall figure: "Master Alvin, I heard you've discovered sothing suspicious?"
The tall Algredian, wearing a light blue robe and with long golden hair, was the leader among the Star Scholars. Still full of spirit and energized by enhancer effects and brain plug stimulation, he pointed to the center of the computer room: "Miss Mo Ran, we've decrypted part of the log system—beyond the regular log files, there are so unusual records."
Following his pointed direction, Mo Ran saw a large cylindrical device at the center of the computer room. The device was surrounded by holographic projections continually refreshing originally restricted internal data. Several Star Scholars were connecting decryption devices to several of the large device's data interfaces. Noticing Mo Ran's gaze, a lady in a light golden dress nodded slightly and operated her data terminal casually: "Listen to this."
A strange murmuring, mixed with overlapping layers of noise, echoed through the vast computer room.
Mo Ran listened and frowned: "It sounds like just noise?"
"It sounds like noise—but it's actually the space station's 'log,'" the Star Scholar known as Master Alvin imdiately responded, "only not left by the space station's 'normal system' or the staff here, but… the space station itself, its own 'mory.'"
"The space station itself?" Mo Ran frowned, "Isn't that the space station's own record system? But then you said it's not…"
"No, no, no, I know this is hard to understand… but I an like a 'chanical Soul' situation, closer to life than the space station's artificial intelligence, a brief awakening," Master Alvin hastily explained, struggling to find the words, "You know? This space station once ca to life…"
Mo Ran instinctively frowned: "It's alive now too."
"I know it's alive now because it is currently under the control of that 'Angel Hunter'—but I ant before that," Alvin spread his hands, indicating a very short span, "perhaps when the World Bridge collapsed, before it was taken over by that 'Angel Hunter,' during so very brief mont—even possibly so brief it exceeded the limits of observation, this entire space station… beca a living entity."
Mo Ran's expression was sowhat unusual, she gradually grew serious and stared into the eyes of the Star Scholar.
Master Alvin reached over and picked up a data terminal, tapped on it a few tis, and directly projected a holographic image into the air.
Mo Ran's gaze instantly intensified.
The image depicted an endless chaos, yet within the depths of chaos floated vast illusions arranged in rows—seemingly nurous unnaable deford monsters, as well as fragnted remnants akin to debris. Countless such remnants encircled the surroundings, like a swarm of sharks attracted by a bloody scent in a dark deep sea. Even though it was but a hazy and still illusion, it seed to seep an endless chill, causing even a steadfast Cultivator like Mo Ran to feel a strong sense of unease.
"This is..." she subconsciously spoke, her voice involuntarily lowered.
"This is the 'noise' you just heard," Alvin said, "At first, we didn't understand how to translate that sound; the space station's operating system couldn't recognize it at all. But later on, we realized... it was actually a 'spiritual oscillation,' an image recorded instinctively by a massive life form in a state of anxiety."
"And this massive life form is the 'Black Stone Space Station.'
Alvin gently exhaled, raised his hand, and pointed around.
"If my bold assumption is correct, at the mont the World Bridge began to collapse, all the spaceti rifts lost control, and the Black Stone Space Station disappeared from everyone's view—at that mont, this space station likely left our known universe. The system log seems to record data chaos that marks this brief 'cross-boundary transmission,' and in this instant, the Black Stone Space Station 'ca to life' and saw terrifying scenes outside the universe."
"That's the scene you just witnessed.
"I suggest you do not delve deeply into what you saw just now, refrain from over-imagining—while these re records themselves do not have a ntal contamination effect, if they indeed point to things outside the universe... then our idle thoughts might draw their attention.""
"After all, you and I do not possess the power of 'Angel Hunters.'
Mo Ran didn't speak for a mont, only glancing around with a vague sense of awe.
Strange feelings and associations uncontrollably erged from the depths of her heart—she realized that this vast space station was once considered part of the World Bridge, and when the bridge started collapsing, the entire Black Stone Station was driven by a chanism akin to 'ergency escape' out of this universe and sent to the place where the bridge was first born."
At that mont, steel turned into flesh, spirituality grew in the programs, chaotic data streams surged in the ever-proliferating and activating server arrays—the haphazard banishnt led to rapid activation and mutation of the Black Stone Space Station, and in the process, it briefly beca one of the Angels.
But this process lasted only a very short ti; the fully collapsed World Bridge evidently failed to complete this 'transmission,' and the space station flung out of the world soon returned to the observable universe. It only 'lived' in that unobservable and unrecordable instant—and that mont of 'life' left it with only horror.
It etched the scene it saw in fear firmly into the system logs.
"...I will report the situation you have discovered to the True Monarch," Mo Ran swiftly dispelled the dangerous images in her mind and stored the related associations in the back of her mind, "Moreover, please do not continue dealing with these data... this matter is too dangerous. True Monarch sent word earlier that he will soon arrange for soone truly familiar with this space station to help. Before she arrives, it would be best for everyone to take a break."
The several Star Scholars glanced at each other.
Evidently, they were reluctant to rest, yet Mo Ran's words were too reasonable, leaving them with no grounds for rebuttal.
After all, everyone present deals with 'frontier knowledge' daily. Although not reaching the heights of Black Spot Scientists who weld detonators and saw light bulbs in their expertise, many here are stepping into fields only a paper-thin barrier from Black Spirit Ability and Subspace—half a step forward into a minefield disco, one step further into Black Dot Group's HR departnt, everyone understands the situation.
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