Chapter 578 This place is alive.
This group of "Star Scholars" from the Alglade Star Region were technical experts invited by Mo Ran through his own channels. Although the Black Dot Group has developed into a completely independent force, its roots are still in the Alglade civilization circle. The two still have a lot of technology in fields such as basic engineering and aerospace industry that they share. At least, these Star Scholars know better than the weapon-refining masters of the Flying Feather Star Region how to repair a space laboratory built by the Black Dot Group.
Of course, this is under ideal conditions—the reality will always be a little different from the ideal.
"What do you mean by 'just weld the basic skeleton on, and it will grow back on its own after a while'?"
"...The torn part of the outer shell is healing?! Miss Mo Ran, do you mean we just need to arrange for the right materials to be delivered, and the space station will consume them and use them to grow its body?"
"...Where is the control bus for this area? Where are the branch servers? This entire area has been breached...Why is the life support system still running?"
“Basic services in all cabins are offline… so these devices are just relying on ‘thinking’ to pretend everything is working properly?!”
"What does it mean to scratch the door if it's stuck, and then it opens after you wake it up..."?
"What do you mean this space station is actually alive?!"
A group of Algrid elves with pointed ears followed Mo Ran around the central area of the space station. They were greatly shocked after only two intersections. They encountered one problem after another along the way. Finally, when they opened the door to the "Rift Laboratory", the Star Scholars could no longer hold back.
"...How exactly does this space station manage to remain intact?!"
The core area of the space station is in an extremely dire state, with internal damage even a hundred times worse than the crack seen from space. The rift laboratory, located in the center of Black Rock Station, was once pierced by the "boundary bridge," and the countless spatial rifts created by the boundary bridge spread around the laboratory. Those out-of-control rift clusters almost shredded the core area from the inside. The entire rift laboratory is now completely open to space, and all the protective walls and reinforced structures around the laboratory have been eroded into sieves by the boundary bridge.
If it weren't for the civil engineering and mechanical engineering immortals sent by Shuji urgently setting up a Five Elements Circulation Array around the Rift Laboratory, forcibly creating a stable environment within this "open wound," the situation here would have been even worse.
Such severe trauma would theoretically be enough to cause the entire space station to disintegrate—after all, Blackrock Station is, strictly speaking, a huge “rift laboratory.” All the structures around it, including the outer arsenal and the like, are actually “attachments” to this solid laboratory in the middle, attached to the laboratory’s skeleton.
Now, almost all of these skeletons have been shredded by the "crack clusters" created by the boundary bridge.
But the space station did not disintegrate. In fact, it was "self-healing" at a speed and magnitude visible to the naked eye.
A tall astrological scholar, dressed in a dark blue robe and with light blond hair, stood at the entrance of the Rift Laboratory. He looked up in astonishment at the shattered dome structure of the giant hall, and under his gaze, he could clearly see a connecting beam running across the cabin slowly healing.
A large mechanical figure, its body shimmering with the glow of talismans, floated in mid-air, holding up the broken beam and fixing it in the right position. The metal on the surface of the beam writhed like flesh and blood, undulating like breathing, slowly merging with the surrounding structure. It even extended many small "branches" to temporarily fix the fragile, small skeletons connected to it.
Immediately afterwards, the astrologer felt something touching his feet. He looked down and was horrified to see several cables sticking out of the broken groove and hitting his boots.
He gasped and hurriedly stepped back half a step, only to see the cables tilt their heads up and sway twice toward him, as if to thank him for his cooperation—then they slowly and steadily extended to the other end of the groove, connecting with the broken cable there.
"What... what exactly is going on here?" Another Star Scholar finally couldn't hold back any longer, staring wide-eyed at Mo Ran. "We've seen self-repairing nanomachines, and we've seen self-growing living metals—but that's completely different from this! Could this be another new contraption created by the Black Dot Group?!"
"This is the great divine power of True Lord Yu Sheng, whose body can manifest all things and all things can become his own," Mo Ran said with a smile, not surprised by the reactions of the star scholars in front of him. "Don't worry, it has nothing to do with the technology of the Black Dot Group. This space station has been taken over by our 'Star Guardian' of Shuji."
The astrology scholars looked at each other, pondered for a moment, but still didn't understand...
But at this point, it becomes clear that those who frequently interact with the immortals of the Flying Feather Starfield are different from ordinary people—they are used to not understanding what the immortals say.
The astronomy scholar in the dark blue robe broke the silence first after some thought: "We can learn about the technical details later. Miss Mo Ran, I think I understand what you mean—that is, this space station is currently directly controlled by one of your important figures, and his ability allows it to slowly 'self-heal' like a living thing, right?"
Mo Ran nodded.
"Then what else do we need to do?" the astrology scholar asked, somewhat puzzled. "Wouldn't it be enough to just let this place slowly heal itself?"
“That’s the problem—the True Lord can only repair the material structure here; he doesn’t understand the principles behind these things,” Mo Ran explained. “I invited you all here mainly to repair the… ‘system’ here. Also, the True Lord wants the ‘secrets’ that remain in this space station.”
"A secret?" Another female astrologer, dressed in a pale gold dress, frowned. "What do you mean?"
“This station once deeply merged with a ‘bridge’ that could traverse time and space—this matter involves a recent ‘fall of angels’ incident, and it’s not a secret. You should all see news about it soon,” Mo Ran said frankly without hiding anything. “This fusion will certainly leave many traces and ‘changes’ here. We don’t know much about the artifacts of the Alglad people, so we can only provide some basic assistance to the True Lord here. If you want to study it in depth, you will have to rely on your knowledge.”
“Angel… I see, then we understand.”
The astrologer, dressed in a dark blue robe, was startled the moment he heard the words "fallen angels," but he quickly recovered, nodded, and looked around with a thoughtful expression on his face.
“The Black Dot Group… these tech freaks who defected from Alglade society always manage to create messes they can’t even clean up themselves,” he sighed. “This time they’ve finally messed with the Dark Angels… thankfully, there’s finally someone capable of cleaning up this mess. If I’m not mistaken, it’s that ‘Angel Hunter’ from the Borderlands who’s done it again, isn’t it?”
Mo Ran laughed and nodded slightly: "That's right, it's him. And the 'Angel Hunter' you mentioned is the new Star Guardian of Shuji that I just mentioned. He is now in control of this space station... In fact, 'control' is not accurate. To be precise, this space station is already a part of his body."
The astronomical scholars were initially taken aback, but when they did, they were stunned – although news of the two previous angel falls had reached the Alglade star system, the information they received clearly did not include details of this magnitude.
Suddenly, everyone was a little flustered. Some of them even glanced at the slowly writhing building structures around them, their expressions gradually becoming tense: "Wait, wait a minute, we're basically standing here..."
“You’ll get used to it,” Mo Ran said unhurriedly. She didn’t know if the Star Scholars in front of her could adapt, but the Shuji people were quite used to this situation. After all, their home planet was now alive. “Besides, the True Lord should be resting at this time. Even if he isn’t resting, he doesn’t usually pay much attention to these ‘avatars.’ You don’t need to feel any pressure moving around here.”
The astrologists looked at each other, then at the chaotic and eerie laboratory ruins around them. One of them wanted to say that just standing there and making a few connections was already stressful, but he swallowed the words back—not because he had come to terms with it, but because he saw a pipe hanging from the ceiling opposite him suddenly twist and make a "V" sign for him...
Looking up again, the astrologer saw Mo Ran standing there as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if he was already used to the situation.
"Ahem, it is indeed a rare...research opportunity," the blue-robed scholar leading the team coughed twice, trying to appear serious as he spoke, "The Black Dot Group is tightly organized and guards its technological industries very closely, so we rarely have the opportunity to get close to their experimental facilities...Don't worry, we will do our best to provide assistance."
"That would be best. Mo Ran thanks you all in advance."
...
In a light and languid sleep, Yu Sheng quietly retracted a wisp of his consciousness that had been reaching out to the Flying Feather Starfield, temporarily shifting his attention away from the space station.
Blackstone Station was severely damaged, but the screw-driving immortals and welding immortals sent by Shuji intervened in time, preventing the situation from deteriorating further. Now the space station has entered a normal self-healing process. At this time, Mo Ran also brought a group of experts and scholars from the nearby Alglade star system. Although they may not be as good as Luo, they seem quite reliable.
In this way, there's no need to worry about Blackrock Station for the time being.
Luo behaved himself in the valley. We'll observe the situation for a few more days and then discuss with Baili Qing how to deal with this "black spot scientist".
I wonder if Baili Qing's horns have retracted yet... Thinking about it, I suddenly became a little curious about how she slept with horns on her head.
Yu Sheng's consciousness wandered in a peaceful and shallow dream, while a part of his conscious mind floated on the surface of the dream, thinking about all sorts of random things.
This is an operation that is hard for ordinary people to imagine, but Yu Sheng has gotten used to it at some point.
...He gradually got used to it, probably starting from the time Eileen would sneak into his dreams and cause trouble every now and then.
Yu Sheng's consciousness flashed by again, then suddenly a thought struck him, and he stopped in the darkness.
He looked up and saw a magnificent yet bizarre "illusionary color" permeating his world of consciousness.
(End of this chapter)
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