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Chapter 49: Spaceship Appears, Particle Cannon

"One hundred days from now, the alien civilization's fleet will arrive on Earth."

When Luo Fei said those words, people all over the planet watching the premiere had different reactions.

Someone dropped their snack onto the keyboard, leaving a small grease stain, but forgot to wipe it off.

Some people's coffee cups were suspended in mid-air, as if they had neither put them down nor drunk them.

Some people jumped up from the sofa, while others squatted on the chairs, hugging their knees tightly.

Someone ran into the living room holding a phone, shouting, "Dad, come quick, come see what he's saying!"

Many people simply sat there, staring at the screen, their mouths slightly open, their brains struggling to process the sentence, but their processing speed was clearly not keeping up.

The comments disappeared for a brief moment, as if everyone had simultaneously stopped typing.

Immediately afterwards, the barrage of comments surged in like a flood bursting its banks, densely covering the entire screen, leaving almost no gaps.

"Did I hear that right? Aliens?"

"One hundred days? Not one hundred years?"

"Is the alien fleet coming to attack us?"

"Is this real? Are you sure it's not a science fiction movie?"

"Why would General Luo say such a thing? He's not the kind of person who likes to spread alarmist rumors..."

"I'm a little scared."

Of course, some viewers expressed their doubts.

These people didn't have a problem with Luo Fei, but the word "alien" was simply too far removed from their daily lives.

For those who finish overtime work, go home, make a bowl of noodles, scroll through their phones for a while, and then go to sleep, telling them that aliens are coming in 100 days might be less exciting than telling them that the company has a day off tomorrow.

Such voices began to appear in the comments section, and the tone gradually shifted from initial shock to skepticism.

"General Luo, are you joking? Such an important event cannot be discussed casually."

"Do you have any relevant evidence? Anyone can do that based on just a verbal description."

"It's not that I don't trust General Luo, I just hope to see the evidence with my own eyes."

"Could there be other motives behind this? For example, is it a fabricated reason to intimidate certain countries?"

"If such an advanced alien civilization truly existed, capable of traversing interstellar space to reach Earth, would they even bother with our resources? The universe is overflowing with resources, so why bother coming all this way?"

Another group of people completely deviated from the topic, shifting the focus from "whether aliens will come" to "how our lives should continue after aliens arrive."

The building was leaning so far that even Jian Shou couldn't straighten it up. It was like a tree blown down by the wind, its roots still connected to the soil, but its trunk had already fallen horizontally to the ground, and even sprouted new branches.

"Will aliens affecting my salary? Will I be able to make my mortgage payment on time next month?"

"I'm just worried about whether the supermarket will still be open after the aliens come, and whether I'll have enough instant noodles."

"I earn 2,500 a month. What's there to be nervous about if aliens come? I'll eat and drink as usual."

When the comments section reached this point, many people laughed.

This isn't mockery, but rather a kind of wry smile that says, "You're right, but can't you be a little more nervous?"

Aliens are coming, and humanity is facing an existential crisis, yet you're still concerned about your payslip. That doesn't seem so wrong.

This is how ordinary people live. No matter how big the news is, you get used to it after a couple of days. You still go to work and take the subway as usual.

Whether aliens come or not, the subway will still be crowded.

Director Qin sat opposite Luo Fei, his phone screen displaying a short message from Elder Long, each word carrying immense weight: "Let him continue."

Director Qin turned his phone over and placed it face down on the table.

He didn't interrupt or say anything, he just sat there quietly, watching Luo Fei.

He was no longer shocked, not because the news wasn't shocking enough, but because Luo Fei had repeatedly raised his tolerance to new heights.

If someone who can't even be killed by a mushroom bomb tells you that aliens are coming—it doesn't seem so hard to accept.

Luo Fei watched the first broadcast of the game, knowing that empty words were far from enough.

He wanted everyone on Earth to witness it firsthand.

He stood up, walked to the window, and opened it. A gentle breeze caressed his face, lifting the hem of his shirt, which swayed lightly in the sunlight.

He flipped over and leaped out of the window, rising to a height of a thousand meters, where his body hovered steadily in the air.

The first broadcast ball flew out immediately afterward, hovering above Luo Fei and automatically adjusting the shooting angle.

The sky over Kyoto was a clear, deep blue, with a few white clouds drifting lazily by. The outlines of distant mountains were faintly visible, like the background of a traditional Chinese ink painting.

Pedestrians on the ground in the distance did not notice Luo Fei and the first broadcast ball in the sky.

Luo Fei, facing the broadcasting ball, instructed, "Xiao Wan, have the Ten Thousand Year Falcon deactivate its stealth mode and come over immediately."

Xiao Wan's voice came from the broadcasting system: "Received. The Eternal Falcon has arrived."

Everyone stared intently at the broadcast of the first ball, where the sky was a clear blue with fluffy white clouds, and nothing else.

Followed by.

A spaceship suddenly appeared in the premiere footage.

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It did not fly in from afar, nor did it emerge from the clouds; it appeared out of thin air.

One second it was empty, just a vast expanse of blue; the next second it stopped there, quietly floating, as if it was always meant to be there, only that it hadn't been noticed before.

The silver-gray hull of the Wannian Falcon is covered with fine, scale-like patterns that refract a faint iridescent sheen in the sunlight.

The bullet comments on all the premiere platforms across the entire planet disappeared simultaneously.

This time, it wasn't that my hand speed couldn't keep up with my thoughts, but that my brain was completely unable to function. My fingers hovered above the screen, everyone was staring at the picture, and no one was typing.

The hull of the Wannian Falcon had no markings, no flags, and no letters.

But at this moment, it was hovering in the sky above the capital of the Dragon Kingdom, less than a hundred meters behind Luo Fei.

On the streets of Kyoto, some people stopped and looked up to see the huge, silvery-white spaceship in the sky.

Some people dropped their briefcases on the ground, and it wasn't them who bent down to pick them up, but a female high school student next to them who was also looking up.

She picked up the briefcase and handed it to him, but their eyes did not meet; they were both focused on the sky.

In the subway station, a passenger who was swiping their card to enter the station stopped, and the card slipped off the turnstile and fell to the ground.

The turnstile gate closed and opened again, but no one passed through, and no one urged anyone to hurry.

The mall security guard rushed out of the duty room, ran to the square, looked up at the spaceship, and dropped his walkie-talkie, which fell to the ground, the battery of which came out.

In the conference room in the United States, everyone in front of the screen stood up at the same time.

This was not ordered by someone, but rather a natural bodily reaction.

When such a huge object is hanging above your head, your knees will automatically react in a series of ways, such as wanting to get closer to the screen to see it more clearly.

In the corridor of the Japanese office building, someone leaned against the wall, his documents scattered all over the floor, the pages fluttering in the wind.

Luo Fei hovered in the air, with the first broadcast ball suspended above him.

He turned around to face the spaceship, stretched out his hand, and a door lit up on the side of the Eternal Falcon, completely integrated with the hull, with almost no visible seam.

He flew in, followed closely by the first ball.

Screen switch.

The corridor is lined with silver-white walls with fine textures on their surfaces.

The light didn't shine down from above, but seeped in from the gaps between the walls and the ceiling, soft and even, without any shadows.

Luo Fei's footsteps echoed in the corridor.

He entered the cockpit and stood in front of the front window.

The cockpit lacks traditional dashboards, joysticks, and buttons; instead, it contains only a chair and a holographic projection sphere suspended in mid-air.

Luo Fei didn't sit down. Standing in front of the window, he said to the broadcasting sphere, "Xiao Wan, space jump. Destination—Saturn."

The image remained perfectly still, but the sky over Kyoto outside the window changed in that instant.

Kyoto, clouds, sunshine, buildings—all have vanished.

Instead, a giant planet—Saturn—has taken its place.

Its size is so large that it occupies most of the view through the front window, with Saturn's rings extending from the lower left to the upper right corner of the image, like a giant fan spreading out around the planet.

The ring is extremely thin, so thin that it is almost just a line in space, but its width is astonishing. The texture of the layers stacked together is such that even the high-definition camera of the first broadcast ball can only capture its thousands of layers of depth and variation.

Sunlight shines from the back of the ring, passing through the ice crystals and creating a beautiful, translucent halo.

The comments section on all the premiere platforms across the entire planet Earth has finally reappeared.

And it erupted all at once, like a flood that had been building up for too long bursting through a dam. All languages, all words, and all exclamation marks poured out at the same time, flooding the entire screen.

"Wang Defa? Is this true?!"

"Shit! Saturn? He just said space jump?"

"Holy crap! From Earth to Saturn... it only took a few seconds?"

"This isn't special effects! This is real footage!"

"I'm kneeling, I'm completely kneeling."

"No, with such an advanced spaceship, what are we afraid of aliens for?"

Luo Fei stood in front of the front window for a moment, then instructed Xiao Wan to steer the spaceship toward Saturn's moon Iapetus.

At the outer edge of Saturn's rings, an irregular celestial body gradually appears; it is one of Saturn's many moons.

Its icy surface reflects a cool white light when illuminated by sunlight.

This satellite is actually quite large, but against the backdrop of Saturn's vast rings, it resembles a grain of rice that has been carelessly spilled.

The Wannian Falcon slowly approached the small satellite.

Luo Fei stood in front of the cockpit window, with the entire planet watching him from behind.

Billions of people watched his back through the first broadcast of the game, and looked out the window at the gray, cratered planet Iapetus.

Its diameter is less than 200 kilometers. Against the backdrop of Saturn's rings, it looks like a glass marble that has been carelessly discarded. Its surface is covered with impact craters, with large ones nested inside smaller ones, and small ones crowding large ones, like an old face that has been eroded beyond recognition by the years.