At that moment, several trainees seemed to notice the two men and whispered a few words to each other. The perceptive instructor immediately noticed their little move. After scolding them, he turned and looked towards the hatch, then immediately gave a "Stand at attention salute." His action was contagious, and the number of people who followed suit quickly increased, and soon spread throughout Training Room 3, as if the world had been paused.

Wang Wuji stood still, returning the greeting. He then waved at Jiang Ling, "Let's go!" He pressed his foot against the edge of the hatch and flew at a steady pace toward the location where the people who had first noticed them were. He was so skilled, as if everything was pre-programmed. He had completed this leap thousands of times, and even in the rare instance of an unexpected situation, he could safely land on the impact-resistant structure on the other side of the sphere.

But that day changed...

Tens of millions of micrometeorites and metal fragments, each no larger than two millimeters in diameter, briefly intersected the Endless Galaxy. Most of them were blocked by her front shield, but a small number of them, whose flight directions were not ideal or whose trajectories were changed by secondary collisions, bypassed the front shield and penetrated into the mothership's No. 4, 5, and 6 simulated gravity sections and tail structure, resulting in a huge number of damage reports.

Of course, they had actually been detected by the mothership's central management system long ago, and a certain degree of avoidance had already been done against possible risks - anyone would have noticed it if they paid more attention to the announcements released by the mothership's government.

Micrometeorites that penetrate low-protection or unprotected areas at high speed are like bullets, which can drill through the surface cabins of the adjacent space almost instantly. Some of them even pass through a few unlucky carbon-containing organic matter, and then the kinetic energy stops inside the multi-structure composite protective layer, without affecting the core parts of the living area. Therefore, this is considered to be minor damage to the mothership as a whole.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Ling was filled with splattered flesh and blood and the screams of terror, filling the spherical space of Training Room 3. This otherwise pure and peaceful world of pure white had a strange color. Perhaps the loss of pressure caused by the hole had carried away the odor within, so she could no longer smell the blood. She had no reaction to what she saw, and even began to reconstruct in her mind the details she had just captured with her naked eyes.

She saw an unusual texture on the surface of one of the fragments—even though it flashed in her field of vision for less than 9 milliseconds—that had a certain pattern but didn't resemble something human-made.

"Hey! Come and help!" A hoarse roar broke her memory.

There are indeed more pressing matters at hand.

Jiang Ling grabbed the handrail in the passage and pulled herself to a red-painted toolbox. She then punched open its sliding door, took out a bundle of engineering tape and a stack of multi-layer reinforcement stickers, and rang the alarm inside the passage. She had done similar emergency repair work countless times, and every time she would sigh at the wonderful use of tape in space.

"Hurry, hurry! This way too!"

At this moment, a group of people in protective suits turned from the end of the passage. They only glanced at Jiang Ling as they passed by, and then filed into the training room hatch from where shouts were heard from time to time.

Jiang Ling followed closely behind, but soon slowed down again. Most of these people took out pistol-shaped tools from their toolboxes and aimed them at the holes. A mist of grayish-white substance erupted from the muzzles, and the holes gradually shrank and disappeared.

Sir, times have changed?