Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

In the vast universe, on a spaceship hidden in an unknown star field.

Inside the cabin, futuristic-looking light slowly dances across the walls, bathing the entire room in a dreamy blue hue.

The walls were piled high with retro game cartridges and old-fashioned handheld consoles, and several monitors were mounted side by side on the wall, each displaying a paused version of the same game.

The petite Silver Wolf curled up in the large gaming chair, her arms wrapped around her knees, her bare feet gently swaying on the edge of the chair.

Her ten toes were translucent white and pink, round like pearls, and would occasionally curl up unconsciously.

She listlessly swiped her fingertips across the holographic panel a few times, then finally threw the controller on the table, slumped into her chair, and dangled her long, white legs over the edge of the table.

"This is boring, so boring."

Her voice echoed in the empty room.

The Iron Tomb was recently crowned.

The Great Black Tower voluntarily had its brain taken away, and the Iron Tomb virus spread throughout the galaxy from Onpharos as its origin, officially triggering the Third Imperial War.

The virus, carried by data streams, infected almost all network nodes in the galaxy. Even the multiplayer online games that Silver Wolf loved most could now only be played in single-player mode.

She spent so much effort recovering 76 accounts, but now she can't connect to any of them.

What difference does it make whether it's found or not?

She grew angrier the more she thought about it, and reached out to poke the gray avatar on the holographic panel a few more times.

"Ugh, so annoying!" Silver Wolf buried his face in his knees and complained sullenly, "Kafka, why won't Elio let us go help?"

Kafka had somehow walked up to her.

She handed a glass of freshly squeezed juice to Silver Wolf, the cool glass condensed with fine water droplets.

Silver Wolf snatched the cup, tilted his head back, and gulped it down in one go. Then he looked up at Kafka, his cheeks puffed out angrily, like a little animal that had been locked up.

"Baby, don't worry."

Kafka stretched out her slender fingers and gently stroked the silver wolf's silver hair, as if soothing a cat with its fur standing on end.

Her voice was calm and gentle, yet it could penetrate the heart: "Elio has his own plans; we just need to wait quietly."

"Still waiting?"

Silver Wolf became even more annoyed and poked at the holographic screen with his finger, bringing up a set of constantly fluctuating data.

"If we wait any longer, we'll be entering the final route. In my opinion, we should have guided A-Qiong directly to Onpharos from the beginning; that's the relatively correct path according to the script. Eriol clearly knows this, but he won't let us get involved."

"Now look what's happened, that old woman from Black Tower is really in trouble."

She became increasingly angry as she spoke, her fingers slapping loudly on the holographic panel.

The Iron Tomb virus has now infected the entire galaxy's network, and all of the company's servers have been paralyzed.

This was a disaster for a cyber hacker like her.

This feeling of being constantly controlled made Silver Wolf extremely unhappy.

Before Kafka could say anything, a tall figure appeared in the doorway.

Ren leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed, his bangs falling down and obscuring his left eye, leaving only his other deep eye visible, its emotion unreadable.

He spoke slowly in his hoarse yet magnetic voice:

"Kafka, Eriol says, the one who can control fate has arrived."

Kafka's fingers, which were combing through the silver wolf's hair, paused almost imperceptibly.

A fleeting, inexplicable glint flashed in those emotionless eyes.

She lowered her head, looked at the silver wolf who was tilting his head back and waiting for her response, and smiled slightly.

"Baby, get ready to hack into the Star Train."

Silver Wolf's finger froze in mid-air.

"Ah...again?"