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byLu Rong realized that after he finished asking, the system calling itself X01 went silent.
This made Lu Rong wonder if it had run out of power. Just as he was about to reach out a finger to test it, X01 hurriedly explained: I don’t know the coordinates you came from, so I can’t take you back to where you started. Besides, this might not even be the same universe you’re from.
Lu Rong: …?
X01 also fell silent, but its silence held a hint of panic, as if it didn’t know how to explain.
Lu Rong’s adaptability was always strong. After a brief thought, he said, Then introduce this universe.
Lu Rong sat quietly in the charging position, listening to X01 provide a background briefing for two universal standard hours. Afraid that Lu Rong would cut its power, X01 didn’t pause for a single breath, talking for two full hours. Because it had used its computing power so frantically, its charging was highly insufficient, leaving it feeling like it had low voltage.
Furthermore, because it spoke so much and so fast, X01 was a bit worried that Lu Rong wouldn’t absorb the new knowledge well.
I understand, Lu Rong said, summarizing quickly and concisely. You mean this world is ruled by a regime called the Kulkulkan Empire, and it isn’t my previous world. That’s why Planet Astar isn’t on the Empire’s star charts.
Finding its host to be very intelligent, X01 felt a wave of relief: Yes! That’s exactly it!
However, Lu Rong’s tone shifted, you just said you loaded a language module that allows you to understand what I say and translate the text around me. That means the writing on Planet Astar is different from here, right?
X01: Yes!
Then how did you understand the language of Planet Astar? Where did you get this language module?
X01 went silent. Worried the system might not have understood, Lu Rong elaborated: I suspect you obtained the information from some database. If Astar’s writing is in that database, and that database can only collect information from this world, doesn’t that mean Planet Astar is actually in this world?
No… no… X01 denied. The language module can identify language families and translate them on its own. It doesn’t need a database!
Lu Rong became even more suspicious. But you automatically calibrated to my language and translated it before I even spoke. Can you judge my language while in standby?
If the system had a face, X01 would surely look like an embarrassed student driven mad by questioning.
It said weakly, If you don’t believe me, we can go to the Interstellar Planning Bureau. Every recorded planet can be found there.
Locate the Interstellar Planning Bureau. Lu Rong didn’t dwell on it further and immediately looked at the star chart to begin positioning.
A brief loading bar flashed across the brilliant star chart, and the location of the Interstellar Planning Bureau popped up, followed by a detailed information bar below.
Interstellar Planning Bureau, located in the Fifth Star Sector, 1027 Time Zone. It is a small star responsible for cataloging all planets in the universe, developing new planets, and mining star cores.
After reading the information, Lu Rong noted, So, there are still planets that haven’t been recorded.
He remembered the authorized coordinates mentioned by the frigate’s system earlier. Could Planet Astar be an unauthorized coordinate?
X01 sensed its host’s persistence. Fortunately, it possessed a human-like submissiveness. Yes, so we can go there.
Lu Rong nodded. We can set out in seven days. But how long do I need to stay here to charge you? Can’t you be separated from me?
X01 immediately spoke in a voice that sounded like it was about to cry: Soon! Just a little bit more and I can activate the mobile charging function. Please don’t abandon me! I have many uses! If you don’t want me, I’ll disappear! QAQ
Lu Rong: (…)
Lu Rong felt that X01 was truly like a child, while he was like a villain about to abandon an animal cub.
He softened his voice. I’m not going to abandon you. Go ahead and charge.
After saying this, he used his other hand to mark the Interstellar Planning Bureau in red and began studying the aircraft’s system. After some fumbling, he set the Interstellar Planning Bureau as the destination. Weather permitting, the aircraft would automatically take off for those coordinates.
As for the Teslan Prison mentioned by that Omega earlier, Lu Rong felt the answer was unreliable and had already put it out of his mind.
Under normal circumstances, how long does it take for you to fully charge? Lu Rong asked casually.
This question actually caused X01 to glitch for a moment. Its voice sounded somewhat aggrieved. It should take a lot, but because the power is low and many modules are incomplete, I can’t quite remember.
Lu Rong hadn’t expected X01 to know so little about itself, so he didn’t ask further.
Instead, seeing that Lu Rong was silent, X01 asked tentatively, Do you really want to go back to where you came from?
Hearing X01’s question, Lu Rong didn’t answer for the first time.
In truth, he knew very well that the grenade had exploded at his feet, tearing his body apart. Surviving was a stroke of luck. His foster parents had been closest to him; there was virtually no chance they were alive.
Rather than saying he wanted to return to Planet Astar, it was more that he wanted an answer, a result. He wanted to know Yun Guang’s reason for doing what he did. Although he had a faint suspicion, he still wanted a definite conclusion. At the same time, he wanted to know if the peace he had worked so hard to bring to Planet Astar had vanished in an instant.
Or perhaps, he just wanted to return to that place where he belonged, where he knew what he could do every day, rather than facing a vast star chart with nowhere to go.
He needed a goal to pursue to cope with the discomfort brought by this strange environment.
Beep—
In the gap of Lu Rong’s silence, a brief system notification tone interrupted his thoughts. When he looked up, he saw a small point of light in front of him. He almost instinctively thought it was his spiritual body.
But he soon heard a voice: You can take your hand away now. I’ve established mobile charging. As long as I’m in the ship, I can charge slowly.
Lu Rong’s gaze followed the tiny point of light. Can everyone see you?
No, no, only you. And only you can hear my voice. X01 spun in a circle in the air. I can interface with the aircraft’s central control system. Do you need the access code?
Lu Rong was surprised. Will the owner of the aircraft find out?
X01 was full of confidence: Of course not.
Then interface. Lu Rong didn’t hesitate.
X01 hovered in mid-air, six large pink dots floating above its head. It took Lu Rong a moment to realize it was a string of pink ellipses. He watched for a moment, feeling inexplicably that this system was like a child.
The system soon finished loading, and the ellipses above X01’s head disappeared, turning into a question mark: Someone died on this ship?
Lu Rong nodded. There should be three people on the ship, and a few more outside.
That’s not right, X01 seemed to be counting. There’s one more person. This person is about to die.
Lu Rong was stunned for a moment. Did someone else come in?
I don’t know, X01 said, sounding a bit lost. I can’t break into that area. It seems to be the medical room, but real-time medical data is being transmitted out, and alarms are constantly going off. There’s someone in the treatment pod, and their condition is very bad. The medical system shows an emergency resuscitation cycle is in progress, but—
This person’s vital signs are fluctuating, hovering on the edge of shock, but the overall trend is downward. It will be very dangerous if this continues. Based on the current treatment effects, they will die in about two universal standard hours.
When reporting such news, X01’s tone became cold again.
Lu Rong turned around. Only medical data? No other information?
None. X01 asked, Should we go check?
Since a life was at stake, Lu Rong didn’t hesitate for long and went. On the way, he once again passed the section of the aircraft wall that had been pierced. A protective shield had risen there, and several miniature repair robots were working away with a clicking sound.
X01 flew over to greet the robots before zooming back to keep up with Lu Rong’s fast pace.
When they reached the door of the medical room, Lu Rong found it closed. X01 proved its worth by taking a moment to unlock the door.
The moment the door slid open, Lu Rong felt a sense of discomfort. A sort of cold wind wrapped around him, making him feel chilled and irritable, while his gland throbbed rhythmically.
X01 suddenly turned red. Warning! Pheromone concentration is too high!
Lu Rong looked down to check his wristband, confirming that every restriction was set to the maximum. Yet, he still felt uncomfortable, as if someone had cut into his gland. He had never felt this way toward an Omega’s pheromones before.
X01: This is terrifying. Such a concentration of pheromones—what is going on?!?
Lu Rong thought of the Omega’s situation just now. Enduring the discomfort, he stepped inside. In the treatment room, he only saw the corpse with the snapped neck from before. On the other side, what had been a wall had turned into a room that could be entered. A pile of clothes had been carelessly tossed onto a cabinet at the entrance.
Lu Rong paused. He recognized these as the clothes the Omega had been wearing earlier. The Omega inside was likely in heat and wasn’t wearing any clothes.
The person inside just said he was sick. Is there a relevant medical record in the aircraft’s system? Lu Rong asked.
From what Lu Rong knew about Omega heat cycles, even without an Alpha’s comfort, an Omega could survive the heat on their own. It shouldn’t be so severe that it became life-threatening.
Let me see, X01 paused in the air, flashing a green light. There is a medical record, but it’s encrypted. I need a little time. However, with this pheromone concentration, I suspect it’s mostly likely a burst-type heat. A small number of lifelong unmarried Omegas develop this condition in their later years, and the mortality rate is very high. The mortality rate after three occurrences is 100%. Why would a beastman have this condition? He looks very young.
Lu Rong remembered the request the person had made earlier. Is it true that only a complete marking can cure it?
Yes, X01 drifted back and forth. And it has to be an Alpha with a high compatibility rate. Wait a second, X01 suddenly stopped. Why aren’t you reacting to such thick pheromones?
Lu Rong’s brow twitched slightly as he raised his hand. I’m wearing a suppression wristband. After saying this, he felt something was wrong. As a system that had recorded information about this world, X01 should be very familiar with the wristbands here and shouldn’t have asked such a question. …Is this not a standard suppression wristband?
X01 scanned the wristband on Lu Rong’s hand. This seems to be a specially modified wristband that can completely restrict pheromones. It’s very rare, very expensive, and not in general circulation.
Lu Rong looked at the wristband on his hand thoughtfully. A few seconds later, he looked past the partition. Let’s go in and take a look then.
X01 floated behind Lu Rong, bobbing along as he walked into the room behind the partition. Inside was a simple, almost empty treatment room. There wasn’t even a medical cart; only an unusually large treatment pod was installed against one wall.
The lower half of the treatment pod was matte white, while the upper half was a transparent glass dome displaying various medical values. Those values were in red and green, some flashing rapidly.
Lu Rong didn’t have time to clearly see the numbers on it as he approached. He first saw the… person lying inside the treatment pod. Before he had decided to walk past the partition, he never expected to see the sight before him.
Not just him, even X01 fell silent.
In all his years of life, he had only seen combinations of humans and beasts in works of art, such as merfolk, centaurs, or naga—mystical creatures like that. Such beings did not exist in the reality of Planet Astar.
He had once collected a statue, said to be from an ancient lost civilization. The exquisite craftsmanship had shaped a divine-looking human-snake sculpture, with scales as delicate as cream, wonderfully extraordinary.
But now, lying before his eyes was a pale, human-bodied, snake-tailed… living work of art.
In the thin treatment fluid, the Omega lay quietly. His white hair was like thick mist scattered in the liquid. His eyes were closed, and the aggressive aura he had at the start was gone. His skin was unnaturally pale, yet tinged with a variegated red.
His physique was much stronger and sturdier than that of an average Omega. The contours of his muscles were clear but not exaggerated; instead, they were just right. Combined with his skin, which was as delicate as if coated in a layer of plaster, his entire being was as exquisite as if he weren’t a living person.
Below the human torso was a very long snake tail, tapering from thick to slender. It was a mass of silvery-white. It was difficult to estimate its length with the naked eye, but one could see the scales were rounded with a delicate luster, coiled softly and flexibly within the treatment pod.
It was too white.
Everything before him was a blinding white, excessively clean, like a vast, desolate snowfield where no one had ever set foot. Any mark would be a redundant defilement. Anyone standing here would feel a sudden onset of fastidiousness; no one would allow any other color to stain this purity.
While Lu Rong was dazed, X01 was the first to react. It flew over and performed a scan. Confirmed: a Feathered Serpent in a burst-type heat.