Earlier than expected, everyone arrived at the so-called station the day after being watched by drones.
The station is located in the vast space between the orbits of Uranus and Neptune, where cold and loneliness are eternally surrounding. There is no place more empty than it in human civilization.
Qin Zhongquan floated beneath the inn's large hemispherical viewing window, eyes closed, limbs stretched wide, letting himself be surrounded by the stars—from such a vast distance, the sun was just a tiny dot among them. There was no solar warmth to be felt here, only a tiny bright spot flickering amidst the uneven dust clouds. The scorching, high-energy rays produced by thermonuclear fusion struggled to penetrate the dense mass of spacetime and reach this place, so unless one personally lit a light source, the darkness was always pitch black.
After all, here, darkness is the protagonist, and humans and all their creations are just passers-by.
Qin Zhongquan's warship had already docked in the harbor, and countless automated machines, both familiar and unfamiliar, were busy transforming the Final into his dream ship. Following the guidance of his "new friend" Lin Ke, and utilizing the high-tech equipment provided by the post station, he undertook a drastic transformation of his beloved vessel: half the hangar was demolished, increasing cargo space while maintaining minimal changes in aircraft capacity and launch and recovery efficiency; the number of weapon bays doubled, and the entire energy system underwent a major overhaul, resulting in a slight increase in maneuvering range and optimal combat duration. In short, after numerous revisions to the blueprints, the Moron-class ship's exterior had been completely altered, with only a recognizable outline remaining.
Although he doesn't know how the technologies owned by the post station are iterated, it does not prevent him from using them.
After these days of nourishment, the crew had already regained some semblance of their former self, and they estimated they would be back to full fighting form in a few days. However, they might be exercising in the inn's activity room, playing and frolicking in the rest area, breathing fresh air in the automated hydroponic chambers, or hiding in hidden corners to discuss future fortunes. But they certainly wouldn't gather in groups to fantasize about their next meal. In fact, the texture and taste of that sticky food were hellish, as if they weren't eating but simply pumping fuel into their bodies, like the pitiful poultry on a large-scale farm.
There is no food worse than this. Eating it is like washing away sins in hell. Many people even want to try the rotten vegetable and bone soup left over from a few days ago.
“Ding-ling-ling——”
"Come in!"
Qin Zhongquan opened his eyes and used standard zero-gravity posture transformations to restore himself to a respectable position. Seeing that the visitors were Father Lewis and First Mate Chen Tianhe, who had been transformed, he asked, "Is everything done?"
The priest said calmly, "The poor lamb has returned to the arms of our God. When I arrived, the unfortunate fellow had already been stewed in the pot."
"Okay, so how many people do we have now?"
The first mate handed over a tablet. "About halfway through departure time, some people decided not to leave. They felt it was fine to stay here. I suggest we screen them again. The remaining people have formed quite a few small groups, and now we have to verbally promise them benefits if we want them to do anything. Besides that, supplies and materials are still arriving, but it's too dark here, or rather, the things transporting them, uh, can only be said to be too stealthy. Radar and telescopes can't see where they come from."
Qin Zhongquan took a deep breath, then deflated like a rubber tire. "You might not believe this, but Mr. K told me this result right from the start. Now I wonder if he's figured out my future."
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