On the Eight Extremes Star, I awakened the twelve talismans.

Ye Han smiled, stretched out his finger and hooked it together.

Lingling shook her hand three times solemnly, then stopped, satisfied.

Having spent so much time together, Ye Han had long since grown accustomed to Lingling, this quirky and clever robot.

Her core is the independent consciousness granted by the Rat Talisman, but her personality is like a small sun that grows on its own.

Always full of energy, as carefree as a child.

If one day Lingling really stops chattering away beside him, and the surroundings become too quiet, Ye Han will feel like something is missing.

The two landed on the bank of an unnamed stream.

Not far away, a small, round, white creature was standing on a large rock by the river.

It is entirely pinkish-white, with a tuft of curly pink down on its head, and two large eyes that take up almost half of its face.

Holding a microphone in its medium-sized paws, the little guy was singing loudly in its own language, the tuft of curly pink fur on its head swaying with the melody.

Under the rock, a yellow mouse and a toad with a small flower bud on its back lay side by side, fast asleep.

Ye Han's gaze fell on the microphone in the little white thing's hand, and he suddenly realized: "Oh, so the red dot is the microphone in this little thing's hand."

"Master," Lingling leaned closer, lowering her voice so as not to disturb the two listeners on the ground, "that one with the microphone is called Fatty. It has a special ability: the songs it sings can be heard by other creatures and have a hypnotic effect."

"It's alright, these things are useless to me."

Fatty was singing with great enthusiasm, his round body swaying from side to side with the melody, when he suddenly caught sight of Ye Han.

A sober human being is listening to it sing.

Fat Ding took a deep breath and sang even more passionately.

Where in the world can one find a kindred spirit...?

Ye Han stepped forward, bent down, and gently touched the microphone.

The system notification sounded precisely on time.

[Energy Points Gained: 3]

[Energy Points: 21]

Jigglypuff blinked, looked at its microphone, then at Ye Han, seemingly puzzled as to why this human had simply touched its microphone and left.

Ye Han straightened up, just as he was about to call Lingling to leave, when a rustling sound suddenly came from the bushes beside him.

"What is it?"

"Since you asked so sincerely..."

"Then I will mercifully tell you!"

Two voices, one after the other, exploded from the bushes with a rehearsed sense of ritual.

Immediately afterwards, two figures and a cat jumped out of the bushes. Before they could even get into position, Jigglypuff's song drifted over, and the three newly appeared characters rolled their eyes, fell straight to the ground, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Before the cat completely fell asleep, it mumbled sleepily, "Ah, it's Jigglypuff singing again, oh no~"

Lingling crouched down, curiously examining the cat on the ground, and exclaimed in amazement, "This cat is quite amazing; it can even speak human language."

Ye Han glanced at the several people lying haphazardly on the ground: "Let's go, to the next place."

Fatty glanced back at the three new listeners he had hypnotized, then at Lingling and Ye Han who had left, his round pink face filled with unspeakable grievances.

Eternity took off again, leaving the atmosphere of Dream Star and rapidly traversing this unfamiliar star system.

Planet after planet swept past the porthole, and the energy points were slowly and steadily increasing.

None of them exceeded ten points, but the accumulated amount was quite considerable.

......

Flowing Star, a Class A planet.

Beyond this busy shipping lane, a purple-haired woman in a black cloak appeared in space, hovering silently.

Her long hair floated slowly in the weightless environment, and the edges of her cloak fluttered slightly.

"Alright, let's start with this planet," Purple Eyes said softly.

The woman raised her arms, and the cloak behind her suddenly unfurled.

Countless dark purple poisonous gases emanated from her body, so thick they were almost liquid, and the gases surged, condensed, and expanded.

Ultimately, they transformed into two enormous, venomous dragons, one on the left and one on the right, encircling the planet.

The two venomous dragons were large enough to overlook the entire Meteor Star from space.

The dragon's head slowly turned, its empty eyes gazing at the planet below.

They slowly tightened, like two giant pythons coiling around their prey, encircling the entire planet in the embrace of death.

Purple poisonous gas spilled from the dragon's mouth and began to spread along the edge of the planet's atmosphere.

On the surface of Meteor Star.

The sun was shining brightly in the city center square.

Vendors set up stalls on the street, holographic GG signs played the latest fashion trends, and a few young people sat on a bench in the square drinking beverages and browsing the interstellar network. Everything was no different from usual.

A child, holding his mother's hand, looked up at the spaceships flying by in the sky, then suddenly tugged at his mother's sleeve: "Mommy, why is it dark?"

The mother thought her child was joking, but when she looked up, her smile froze.

The sky is darkening at a visible speed.

People on the street gradually stopped and noticed the change in the sky.

Some people stopped and looked up, some took out their communicators to take pictures of the scene, and some quickened their pace toward the nearest building.

"Why is it so dark? There's never night on Flowing Star," a person carrying something muttered.

The spaceship in the air also sensed something was wrong; its hull was corroding rapidly, and instrument alarms were constantly sounding.

One after another, they fell from the sky.

An explosion rang out!

Everyone realized something was wrong and began to flee, causing chaos in an instant.

Deep underground, in a fortress filled with supplies.

Dim lights illuminated crates of compressed food, mountains of water barrels, and densely packed weapons and ammunition.

A boy sits amidst a pile of supplies, watching everything outside through a monitor screen.

People were fleeing, spaceships were crashing, and purplish-black poisonous fog was slowly sinking to the ground.

Wherever the poisonous fog passed, everything melted away.

The city's steel jungle vanished silently in the purplish-black fog; any human touched left only a wisp of smoke, not even a trace.

The earth began to fracture and deform due to the earthquake.

The boy's eyes reflected the light from the screen, his face beaming with excitement.

"At first, everyone thought it was just an ordinary disaster, but I was different."

"They laughed at me for being crazy, for having paranoia, for living like a hamster hoarding food in peacetime. And now? Who's laughing at whom?"

He turned around, opened his arms wide, and his voice echoed in the empty underground fortress, shouting fervently:

"I frantically hoarded supplies—food, water, weapons, everything I could. Not to prolong my life, but to survive this disaster."

"This disaster is just the first wave. Once everything settles down, the civilization of Flowing Star will have to be restarted by me."

The poisonous fog has seeped underground and entered the fortress.

The boy panicked instantly, realizing that he had stockpiled a lot of things, but forgot to prepare a gas mask.

As the toxin entered his body, his consciousness blurred instantly, and his body slumped to the ground.

A claw formed from poison scooped up the unconscious boy from the bunker and dragged him all the way to outer space.

"I've got the elixir of immortality." Purple eyes looked at the unconscious boy in front of him.