However, the adoptive mother's message is not a reference.
This is also the conclusion Qin Zhongquan came to after thinking about it for a whole cycle.
Regardless of the reason, he was still Qin Zhongquan, a remnant of the Cosmic Army, a remnant of socialism, a man who was not welcomed anywhere. With this identity exposed, no matter where he came from or where he wanted to go, he could not truly integrate into this chaotic and psychedelic human civilization.
It was like a pair of shackles that could not be escaped, tightening around him step by step, making it difficult for him to breathe.
His real identity was still on the underground wanted list, like the alluring aroma of charcoal-grilled meat, attracting countless eager rats and flies. His disguised identity had also been spotted by some, and several different strongholds were often destroyed overnight, often within two hours of each other. No one would believe that there was no hidden cause behind the scenes.
"Power, yes, at least I have mastered the power." Qin Zhongquan muttered to himself. Beside him, three fist-sized obsidian spheres were slowly revolving, just like the reddish-brown planet outside the porthole.
This power must be hidden, after all, it is his last card.
The Community has been gone for a hundred years. Even though that war consumed a vast amount of manpower, the proportion of Awakened individuals in the human population has now risen to between 1 in 30,000 and 1 in 100,000, an order of magnitude higher than the Community's first census. Strong genes always have a higher probability of being passed down, and humanity actually undergoes a generational renewal. The proportion of Awakened individuals among space mercenaries is even more pronounced, accounting for approximately seven out of every ten. This isn't to say that ordinary people can't enter this profession; it's simply that the mortality rate is too high.
In other words, people without real skills cannot survive in this dark age.
As for traveling to the "farthest point," Qin Zhongquan couldn't do it for the time being—he still had a group of brothers to raise, and they were the capital of his activities in this world. In fact, the exact location of that place was easy to speculate. His adoptive mother had mentioned in her stories that the Kuiper Belt and the solar orbit were the boundaries of human civilization, the Oort Cloud beyond that was the farthest in terms of distance, and the area below the solar photosphere was the farthest in terms of human technology. Beyond this, philosophical farthests or other farthests had no practical significance.
He knew that his adoptive mother would not harm him, so there was only one destination. Considering where his adoptive mother was at the time, that place must be the intersection of the line connecting the battle site and the sun on the sphere - one of the two.
That's too far, and the spaceship we have is not capable of such a long journey.
Either buy one, or...
The last piece of news came from Red Fox's report. When he was investigating prices in the black market, he exchanged several pieces of information of little importance for what he called the "most explosive" information - a Dragon-class starship for sale.
This was like a pillow thrown right when you were sleepy. Even the Deep Space Grid did not anticipate such an "accident".
That starship was a "Molong-class" arsenal ship built by the Universal Earth Orbital Factory thirty-five years ago. It had fourteen sister ships, most of which had been lost in various conflicts. It employed an improved "JBD-7" Community-era design, a large fusion reactor, a relatively advanced shipboard energy core capable of supporting continuous fire from seven large weapon stations. Its cabin capacity was substantial, and its maximum maneuvering range during normal navigation far exceeded that of most ships of its class. It was undoubtedly an excellent warship.
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