Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

System time 10:11.

Black Tower Space Station, Maintenance Department.

"So you're a galactic traveler who upholds justice... How enviable! I used to dream of becoming someone like you when I was a kid..."

Chris, huddled inside the energy cell, watched the handsome man before him, wielding a zhongruan (a traditional Chinese plucked string instrument), furiously smashing the defensive structures, and sighed to himself:

"However, that's just a child's boring daydream."

"But my older brother in my hometown is different. He aspired to be a doctor since he was a child, and he got his license as he grew up and has come into contact with countless patients."

"He cured many difficult diseases and was very caring towards his patients, but I know him well. The evil he committed is destined to be unforgivable."

"How hard is it to forgive?" Qi Zhimu replied casually, his hands still moving.

Damn it, the building materials for this space station are ridiculously hard.

Even a brute force monster like Luanpo would probably find it troublesome.

The fact that the owner could spend so much money to build a space station speaks volumes about his wealth and connections.

Chris clasped his hands together, his face filled with sorrow.

"My brother made a mistake that even a few men would make; he repeatedly laid his hands on and defiled the lovely patients..."

"Shut up."

Qi Zhimu glared impatiently.

"I've seen plenty of morally bankrupt doctors like him. Since you have such a strong sense of morality, why didn't you castrate him with a scalpel back then?"

"But the problem is... my brother is a veterinarian..."

Qi Zhimu: "o_O?"

What did he just say?

"You have to compensate me for the emotional distress caused by hearing those words."

"Since you don't want to hear about my brother, then tell me about myself. When I was young, I had a brush with death, but luckily I met a benefactor who helped me out."

"A distinguished person has a daughter. We met, got to know each other, and fell in love..."

Chris's eyes shone with happiness when he spoke of his lover.

"If I hadn't done good deeds since I was young, I wouldn't have met you when I was in dire straits."

Qi Zhimu's eyes widened again; this guy's past seemed vaguely familiar...

It's like... I've had a similar experience, but I can't remember it.

It's probably just an illusion.

He did almost die when he was a child, but he didn't have any childhood sweethearts around him.

boom!

Qi Zhimu finally broke through the defense mechanism, broke through the energy prison trapping Chris, and rescued him.

Where is your emergency shelter?

"In the defense section... but I have a group of colleagues trapped deep inside the maintenance section, could you, Mr. Traveler, perhaps...?"

"Enough talk, send me the map!"

"…OK!"

After glancing briefly at the location of the maintenance department, Qi Zhimu picked up Chris and leaped out.

In order to save people, they didn't even have time to kill the flanks they encountered along the way.

Along the way, he saw almost no organized resistance; the antimatter legion seemed to be moving through an empty field.

Qi Zhimu frowned secretly.

That can't be right. If they have the resources to build such a sturdy and durable space station, how come their security measures are so shabby?

Is it because they are complacent and don't take the destructive power of the antimatter legion, comparable to a locust swarm, seriously?

Taking advantage of a break in his journey, Qi Zhimu glanced at his phone.

[March 7th: Don't come yet, the space station has been invaded by the antimatter army. Stay on the train with Uncle Yang!]

You can keep it, but there's no need.

Qi Zhimu sped forward, making Chris, who couldn't see anything clearly, tremble with fear.

In less than two minutes, they rushed to the door of the trapped department.

Just as I dealt with a few flanks blocking the entrance, a strong sense of weightlessness suddenly struck me.

Many defense officers instinctively cried out in alarm, and they were thrown off the ground, crashing into the ceiling or walls without warning.

Countless repair tools and debris hurtled through the air, and before Chris even landed, he was hit on the head by a toolbox.

"Ouch, what happened?!" Chris cried out in pain.

"You're a staff member on the space station, and you're asking me?" Qi Zhimu was speechless.

"I'm from the Law and Politics Department..."

"Don't panic, everyone. The centrifugal power system's energy supply has been cut off. Quickly follow me to activate the backup energy system."

The maintenance staff quickly identified the root cause of the problem and, after adapting to weightlessness, immediately set about resolving it.

"What a hassle."

Qi Zhimu felt utterly exhausted.

The loss of gravity severely restricts the movement of ordinary people, but for those virtual soldiers, this environment is more conducive to their killing.

Without special training, ordinary armed defense personnel would find it difficult to defeat the enemy in such an environment.

Whatever comes to mind comes to pass.

A legion of antimatter forces is rapidly approaching from the corridor ahead.

Qi Zhimu shrugged, and two long swords appeared out of thin air, splitting into ten to form a sword formation to block the attack of the illusory soldiers.

The staff members behind them were dumbfounded.

The highly distinctive flying sword technique is clearly the sword control technique from the Immortal Boat culture. Is this savior a powerful being from the Immortal Boat?

Qi Zhimu cleared the area like a whirlwind, casually flicking away debris flying towards his face.

Just then, gravity returned.

He deftly flipped in mid-air and landed steadily, while maneuvering his flying sword to catch the survivors who were screaming as they fell.

"Thank you, sir."

"Thank you..."

"Enough with the chit-chat, stick close to me if you want to live." Qi Zhimu recalled his longsword, signaling everyone to retreat.

Dozens of people are a considerable target, but under Qi Zhimu's precise protection, no feint could step into the defensive line.

Having dealt with destruction for many years, Qi Zhimu knows how to kill illusory soldiers most efficiently and effortlessly.

After about half an hour, we finally arrived at the refuge after navigating through the various areas and rooms.

A short, dark-skinned boy strode over.

"Sir, thank you for rescuing so many staff members. My name is Alan, and I am the head of the defense department."

Qi Zhimu quickly glanced at him and noticed that he was injured.

Not only Alan, but almost everyone in the defense department was injured, and morale was low.

The less-than-optimistic situation caused Qi Zhimu to stop his sarcastic remarks and instead shake his head.

He was supposed to visit the space station, but he ended up going back to his old job as a bodyguard.

"Who is the station chief of your space station? You should thank me properly and give me a reward."

He wasn't taking advantage of the situation; he was telling the truth.

If the centrifugal force system had not been repaired soon, the entire space station might have been quickly taken over by the antimatter legion.

The security system and defense personnel are simply unable to mount an effective resistance of sufficient scale.

"Sir, the stationmaster is Miss Estádio. Actually, she has been directing operations from the main control section..."

"Excuse my bluntness, but your defense system is not only inadequate, your security personnel also lack experience in dealing with sudden crises."

"..." Alan replied, his face filled with guilt and self-reproach.

"I'm a straightforward person, don't mind me. Now that I've delivered the person, I'm going to settle old scores... huh?"

Before he could finish speaking, Qi Zhimu sensed an extremely familiar aura.