Great, we're doomed now!

After synthesizing the information he had, he arrived at a rather chilling answer:

Camilla is partially correct.

A civilization that becomes too powerful will indeed invite the invasion of darkness. Although the manifestations may differ, the goal is always to destroy them!

Gransphia, the Mechanical Island, the organization Chaliga belongs to, and even those guys who took the dinosaur people away... Earth is truly in the spotlight!

Since there's no way to avoid it, let's accelerate it and use idealistic physics to send them all into the sky!

The latest Flying Swallow only reaches a few Mach, while the Maxx prototype can reach sub-light speed with a single press of the accelerator. Are you scared yet?

As we all know, there is only one order of magnitude difference between supersonic and sublight speeds in the Austronesian system, with no intermediate state—even Einstein would have to toast TPC!

hum...

The prototype was placed on the track and slowly moved to the launch position in the hangar. Yawei and the researchers became tense, and Ye Shou also moved closer to the window.

In fact, there were two projects being carried out at the same time, both dedicated to space travel, but with different principles and focuses, and thus developed in two different directions. One was "Megasys Propulsion", and the other was "Plasma Propulsion", also known as "Zero-type Drive".

Yao believed that "Megasys" should be prioritized, and Ye Shou respected his opinion, but "Zero Drive" did not stop building the prototype, probably just a step behind.

Ye Shou didn't know how far Magus Power's research would go before it could bring out the Mechanical Island, but he had already undergone a complete transformation and was no longer as fearful as before.

Rather, it's more accurate to say he had some expectations:

If we could equip the Temple of Solomon with Magus power, along with the alloy armor of the mechanical island, and pair it with a semi-permanent reactor...

In short, Magus Power must be completed. Only in this way can we upgrade and replace a series of equipment such as the Subterranean Shark, Gundam, and Flying Swallow. If we have the capacity, we can also transform Mars and the Moon into a defense line against monsters!

We must kill half of the cosmic monsters before they even reach Earth!

"System Goes Live"

"Regenerative braking calibration"

"Dynamic balance is normal"

"Virtual operation is normal"

"Pre-startup..."

[Magnus Powertrain System Now Online]

"Calling command center, this is 'Megasys 00 Prototype,' this is test pilot 'Kazuma Asuka.'"

"This is the command center. Hello, Flying Bird team member. Can you find any anomalies in the system?"

"everything is normal."

"Okay... Captain Kuze?"

"Ah."

The staff led Ye Shou to the microphone. He is the investor and nominal head of the entire project.

Without his name, it wouldn't be easy to get various departments to voluntarily send out their elite personnel, not to mention those highly classified ancient technologies. He could easily enjoy this honor.

But Ye Shou didn't speak when he got to the microphone. Instead, he turned to look at Yao Meifan, who was standing to the side.

“…Me?” Yao pointed to himself.

"Yes, please."

"Is this... alright?" Dr. Yao's breathing became heavy, and a strange tremor rose in his heart.

He had only felt a good impression of Ye Shou after receiving such a large amount of financial assistance before, but now he was genuinely moved by the sentiment of "a scholar would die for a friend who understands him."

Ye Shou smiled slightly: "No one is more suitable than you, Doctor."

"……Thanks."

Yawei took a deep breath and sat down, bringing her mouth close to the microphone. She first moved her lips slightly but didn't make a sound, then slowly opened them after keeping them closed for two seconds.

"Let's fly into space!"

Chapter 285: Yoshikage Kira Can't Live a Peaceful Life (Two Chapters Combined, 8.5K)

A handsome blond young man, who looks like a college student, is running for his life.

"Ha...ha...hoo..."

In a man's eyes, the sunset, which should have been beautiful, looked like a large puddle of spilled tomato sauce, sticky and smeared on the horizon, making him utterly disgusted.

His well-tailored shirt and suit trousers were stained with blood, and the man, hunched over, stumbled forward along the rusty barbed wire.

You can tell he is a very self-disciplined and fastidious person. Even at this time, he is dressed neatly and even carries his briefcase with him.

If someone he knew saw him like this... he wondered if anyone would believe him if he said it was from eating sandwich sauce—he thought to himself as he looked at his dirty clothes.

"Cough...cough, vomit!"

Each breath felt like a dull knife scraping back and forth in my lungs, and a metallic taste rose in my throat.

The wound under his left rib couldn't be covered at all; warm blood seeped out from between his fingers, soaking the hem of his shirt and sticking to his skin, sticky and heavy.

"Damn it, who is this person... Unbelievable! To hurt others without hesitation, are they out of their mind?!"

He didn't know why he was being targeted.

Those things... those sins and lies he thought he would bury forever in the darkness... how could anyone know? Every single one of them should have been a secret that could never be proven!

If I had to say, it would only be the first time... that was the only time that left "evidence"!

But four years have passed, the police have long since given up, it can't possibly be because of this!

Da...da...da...

Footsteps followed closely behind, neither hurried nor slow, always trailing behind. Though unseen, they were sure to be baring their fangs, like those of a fine hunting dog.

"Cough...cough cough!"

He coughed up a mouthful of hot air mixed with blood, and his vision blurred: "No... I can't go back like this... I can't go to school... I don't want to die... I!"

The barbed wire fence ended there, and in front of us was an abandoned residential building with a narrow, dilapidated iron staircase leading to the top floor.

There is no other way!

He gritted his teeth, grabbed the cold, rusty railing, and began to climb. His legs felt like lead, each step pulling at his ribs with excruciating pain, leaving a trail of broken, dark red dots on the dusty steps.

"No...this doesn't make sense!" he gasped, shouting down the stairs, "Who the hell are you?! I don't...I don't know you at all! Why are you trying to kill me?!"

There was no answer, only the steady sound of footsteps coming from around the corner, unhurried yet carrying a certain cold determination.

The man was shouting, but his eyes suddenly calmed down, staring fiercely at the first step:

As long as I get up here, as long as I touch it, that's my victory!

His mind raced with rage, but his steps faltered, followed by a mocking murmur in Japanese: "That's not good. I've been afraid of heights since I was a child, especially old, worn-out stairs like these. What if they break while I'm walking down them? You know what I mean—"

Clang!

A flash of silver light streaked across the scene at a speed too fast for the injured man to see, followed by an unsettling metallic scraping sound—

Whoosh! Boom!

Half of the staircase snapped, and the man's body immediately plummeted to the bottom: "Damn it!!!"

Snapped!

A white hand grabbed the edge and pulled him up abruptly, causing more blood to flow.

"This is a ghost!"

He dared not try anything more and climbed upwards in a disheveled state, knowing that there was probably nowhere else to go, but now he didn't know where else he could go.

Why? Why does this person seem to be able to see through everything and avoid his "trap" so precisely?

That doesn't make sense!

His ability has no physical form; it takes effect as soon as it is "touched," so there should be no way to detect it in advance!

Unless... unless the details of the ability were known from the beginning, and then objects that might be traps were consciously avoided.

But, that doesn't make sense either... He's always kept a low profile and has never shown his superpowers to anyone, except his father... But his father would never betray him!

"Are you kidding me! I... I just want to live a peaceful life, why are you targeting me?"

He desperately turned his head to see if the other person was following, but every time he caught a glimpse of a shadow, his vision was blocked by the edge of the corner, and only the sound of leather shoes hitting metal could be heard repeatedly.

Fear tightened around his heart like cold vines, so he cursed even more vehemently. The once gentle and refined man in college was now firing off a barrage of vulgarities and pleading questions, but the footsteps below didn't even change their rhythm.

Turn the last corner of the stairs, and the top-floor platform is right in front of you. A broken wooden door is ajar, and outside the door is the empty concrete floor of the rooftop.

He scrambled forward, then reached behind him and touched the edge of the stairs: "SET! And then—"

Pull the trigger!

A white figure flashed past him, followed by a sound like a switch being turned on. The two-meter-long staircase seemed to turn into gunpowder, igniting and exploding in an instant, leaving not a speck of dust behind.

This was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing sections of the stairs to fall off. Hearing the heavy thud, the man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Even if they don't die from the fall, they won't be able to get back up for a while, right?

There's still a chance... With the help of his "stand-in," he could easily jump to another building, or climb down with his bare hands...

Da~da~da~

"What?!"

The man looked down from the edge of the rooftop and his eyes widened in shock.

That person! They actually stepped onto the wall with both feet and just "walked" up there!

"Stand ability? I see, your Stand ability is gravity manipulation!"

It was definitely not as simple as just attacking with a sword!

The man turned and ran away as fast as he could, showing no intention of fighting.

If he were in good condition, he would naturally be confident of defeating anyone. But before that, he was beaten up by someone shouting "Ora Ora" just because he bumped into someone's shoulder on the road. It happened so suddenly that he didn't have time to react. The other person was also very fast, as if time had stopped. By the time he came to his senses, several of his bones were broken.

Then this strangely styled foreigner suddenly appeared out of nowhere and started chasing after him...

Now his physical and mental strength have reached their limits, and he can hardly even use his stand-in anymore, making it almost impossible for him to turn the tables on his opponent.

Bang!