Alien Hotel.

Chapter 672 Still Need to Adapt
In the lower hangar of Deeprock Fortress, technicians are conducting a final check on the "cargo"—they want to ensure that the "Angel Catalyst" in the shuttle's cargo hold remains stable during the upcoming delivery, and to confirm once again that there are no Secret Service-identifiable items on the entire shuttle.

Yu Sheng stood on the platform next to the shuttle, waiting to depart, while glancing down at the little doll that was grabbing his pants and climbing up.

"They transferred me to a mass-produced body?"

As the little doll crawled along, it casually remarked, "Yeah, what if you die out there? I wouldn't mind sacrificing myself to take you down with me in this mass-produced body."

Yu Sheng: "The phrase 'to perish together' is not used in this way."

Eileen climbed onto Yu Sheng's shoulder and ruffled his hair a few times: "...A normal person would pay attention to 'the dead outside' first."

“Logically and conventionally, it’s unlikely that those hermit charlatans would double-cross us, at least not during this transaction,” Luo finally couldn’t help but speak up as he listened to the increasingly bizarre exchange between the boss and the evil red-eyed dwarf. “Mainly, it’s completely unnecessary. The angelic catalyst has already been delivered; why would they bother killing a deliveryman at the door…”

Yu Sheng chuckled upon hearing this: "You said you're starting from common sense and logic—if those charlatans could even start from those two words, would they even be involved in cults? What if they think that beheading a deliveryman at the door when they're receiving the goods would make the Gate of Eden's soul very happy? You never know what kind of cult members they are..."

Luo thought for a while, but couldn't find a reason to refute it.

Then she watched as Yu Sheng and Eileen turned and boarded the shuttle. After they got into the cockpit, they waved to the outside through the thick protective barrier.

It felt somewhat strange—running to a dangerous trading post in an outlaw zone to meet with cultists, such a top-level dangerous mission was actually being carried out by the organization's big boss himself. The people inside the inn were naturally used to this, but Luo, a peripheral member who had only recently joined, was clearly not quite used to it yet.

However, reason told her that this matter was indeed quite reasonable.

After all, the Cult of Saints is a bunch of lunatics, and Old Joe is known for using his subordinates like expendable resources, especially when it comes to matters involving his core secrets. Perhaps all the people he sends out to deliver goods in the past are disposable. In that case, it would be routine for both sides to kill a deliveryman at the transaction site to sacrifice the machine soul. In this situation, Yu Sheng can only take a mass-produced Irene with him, since one of them is willing to die and the other is willing to bury her...

While the shuttle was still pondering, it was ready to depart. As the technicians evacuated the platform and unlocked the docking area, the modified "Silver Star" shuttle slowly broke away from the stasis field. With the low hum of the anti-gravity engine, the heavy alloy gate at the end of the launch channel slowly opened. At the end of the channel was the glittering starry sky that could be observed from the high-altitude orbit of the Shuji.

Luo raised his hand and waved towards the shuttle's cockpit: "Good luck—remember the operating procedures, ascend slowly when leaving the launch channel..."

Before she could finish speaking, the aircraft in front of her suddenly changed colors, and an illusory spatial rift burst forth from the center of the shuttle, emptying the parking area in the blink of an eye.

The next second she heard Yu Sheng's voice coming from the communicator: "We've reached the Morena Fault—which way do we navigate?"

Luo stood there blankly for two seconds before hearing the clicking sound of the mechanical limit switch coming to its full position at the end of the passage—at this moment, the alloy gate had just opened to its full position, and the acceleration indicator lights in the passage had not even been fully lit yet.

“You still need to get used to it,” Hu Li patted Luo on the shoulder, then added with a hint of curiosity, “Hey, when you went out before, didn’t your benefactor teleport you away directly?”

Luo winced as the nine-tailed fox struck him with its powerful Vajra Palm: "...I always flew the shuttle into space first before having the boss open the door. It's standard procedure for starting a small aircraft. Anyone who's got a license knows that..."

“My benefactor has never taken the driving test,” Hu Li patted Luo’s other shoulder again. “Our entire inn, including Fairy Tale Valley, can’t even afford one driver’s license. I’m the only one with a motor vehicle driver’s license—and it’s only temporary.”

Luo: "...?"

Then she dangled her two arms, which were almost dislocated, to send navigation signals to Yu Sheng.

……

The silver-gray "Silver Star" shuttle streaked across space, nimbly passing through the rift between two broken continental plates, skimming over the cooled and solidified remnants of the Earth's core, and flying towards the distant gravitational fault that emitted a faint glow of gas clouds.

The conventional engines at the tail of the "Silver Star" spewed out casually burning flames, pretending to work hard to propel the shuttle into flight. The attitude adjustment thrusters on both sides of the fuselage lit up from time to time, pretending to play a role in the flight.

After entering the glowing cloud zone, Luo, who had been providing remote navigation and monitoring the shuttle's status along the way, finally couldn't stand it anymore: "Boss, why don't you take your hands off the control stick? This shuttle can fly by itself..."

Yu Sheng glanced at the control panel in front of him and asked a very profound question: "...Which one is the joystick?"

"...Stop controlling the shuttle! Leave it to autopilot!" Luo's voice sounded like he was about to cry. "The way this thing flies in your hands is like the machine's soul is seriously ill. Forget the Hermitage, even a Sky Raider pirate would have to throw a photon spear from two thousand kilometers away if they saw something flying like this—is this how you usually fly your spaceship?"

Yu Sheng was also quite embarrassed: "I usually use autopilot when I drive the Hotel of Another Dimension..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Eileen leaned over the communicator and said, "Automatic means it moves by itself. When Yu Sheng drives something, it's like it's haunted..." Luo took over the remote control of the shuttle without hesitation.

Yu Sheng resigned himself to giving up the idea of ​​piloting the shuttle through the starry sky. He temporarily withdrew his mind from the aircraft, then breathed a sigh of relief, now having more energy to focus on the magnificent scenery outside.

They are now crossing the "visual boundary" of the Morona Fault. Through the luminous cloud of gas, they can clearly see the magnificent "space mountains" formed by the torn planet and the starlight in the distance, slightly distorted by the gravitational fault.

"...It's truly magnificent."

He exclaimed in genuine admiration.

"Awesome."

Eileen also sincerely praised it.

"You mean the starry sky?" Luo's voice echoed in the cockpit, tinged with a touch of melancholy calm. "Yes, the starry sky is beautiful..."

“Such a planet—maybe much larger than Shuji, and may have once orbited a star—was torn apart, cleaved into a pile of rocks orbiting in the cold space by an invisible gravitational rift,” Yu Sheng felt something stir within him, a feeling he had never experienced while standing on Earth, only when bathed in starlight in space. “And such a magnificent sight, on a cosmic scale, is not even a grain of sand… How many secrets do you think this cosmic sky holds?”

Eileen exclaimed again, "...Awesome!"

“I’ve always been fascinated by stars since I was a child, those vast and magnificent things, and the dark depths of space where countless secrets are buried,” Luo said slowly. “Back then, I could hear the beautiful songs between the stars directly, but now I can only hear some vague noise.”

“I’ve heard of the Alglade people’s ‘star language’ talent,” Yu Sheng thought for a moment, “and I’ve also heard that people still don’t understand how your ‘star language’ talent is generated, so… maybe one day you can recover it?”

After a moment of silence, a soft sigh came through the communicator: "Thank you—you're always comforting me."

Eileen opened her mouth—but before she could speak, Yu Sheng silenced her with a kiss.

Just as the little doll was about to bite Yu Sheng's finger, a distorted light and shadow outside the porthole interrupted her actions.

The distant starlight suddenly flickered violently a few times, and then all the stars seemed to shift slightly. The "space mountain range" formed by the shattered planets suddenly disappeared from sight, replaced by a blurry, distorted "boundary" stretching across space. In front of the shuttle, the distorted direction of all the starlight vaguely presented a "funnel" shape that collapsed towards the center—as if gravity was focusing there, capturing all the starlight.

“This is the gravitational collapse point inside the Morona Fault,” Luo’s voice became serious. “The delivery point is right here… Wait a moment, I’m turning on the scan. The Secret Order’s rendezvous ship should be hiding nearby. They should be sending the signal by now, as agreed.”

Hearing Luo's voice, Yu Sheng, who had been leisurely strolling around the universe, immediately became serious. He quickly adjusted his posture, reconnected his consciousness to the shuttle, and paid special attention to the situation in the cargo hold. At the same time, he lifted Eileen off his shoulder and casually placed her in the passenger seat, while his gaze fell on the information projection in front of him.

The little doll, after being tossed onto the chair, immediately began looking around: "Do I need to fasten my seatbelt? Do I need to fasten my seatbelt?"

Yu Sheng: "No need, the seatbelt won't hold you in place."

"Oh... hey you—"

The next second, her words were interrupted by the shuttle's system notification: "Ship detected approaching, concealment field being dispelled, identity verification successful..."

Eileen, who was gripping the seatbelt buckle with one hand and pointing at Yu Sheng with the other, ready to curse, instantly fell silent and turned to look out the porthole.

Near the focal point of that distorted starlight, a hidden force field was rapidly dissipating, and an extremely oppressive shadow emerged from the dark cosmic background.

That was a spaceship—a massive space battleship.

It has a black body with sharp lines and dark red paint patterns. The majestic and huge hull stands like an iron wall between the stars. Its technologically advanced hull is also covered with religious-style spires, corridors and patterns. Its bow is high and the sharp arc structure flows with an ominous red light. The sides of the hull are covered with honeycomb-like weapon launch units.

Luo's voice immediately came through the communicator: "It's the Hermitage's flagship! A 'Dark Star' class missile cruiser!"

(End of this chapter)