Xingtie, started with a guitar, and made a living by singing

"Huh? What's with that tone of voice that sounds like I'm some kind of playboy?"

Compared to what March Seven was worried about, Wendy said with grievance.

"But, wouldn't a normal person have so many close female friends?"

March 7 couldn't help but tease.

"No, no, please don't use such weird Xianzhou idioms to describe them. Friends are friends, and confidants are confidants. Please be a good child who is good at classification!"

Wendy's head shook like a rattle.

"Alright. March 7th, stop spreading rumors—"

Dan Heng gave him a dissuading look.

Seeing that everyone was unhappy with this gossip topic, March 7 did not continue teasing, but just changed to say.

"Anyway, these are probably the only two people we need to pay attention to. The Star Train usually doesn't stop for too long. Once Jizi submits the survey data, we should be ready to leave."

"Oh, it seems your business is all over the universe?"

"Hehe. Don't say that. Man is made of iron and rice is made of steel. You have to have some work to ensure you don't starve to death, and you can also pursue your dreams by the way!"

San Yueqi smiled innocently, but Dan Heng remained expressionless.

Of course, the Starry Sky Train would not run around just to feed a few people. In fact, compared to the cost of Ji Zi maintaining the train, it was not even a fraction.

After all, the Starry Sky Trains are not ordinary "relics of the old times" in a sense. If you want to make them operate normally, in addition to using them frequently, you also have to master the relevant repair knowledge and necessary parts.

In addition, the train is always in orbit and generally does not stay in one place for too long, which leads to higher logistics costs.

The space station is not only a warehouse for the Black Tower to store its collections, but also a stopover where people on the train can pick up things they buy online.

At this time, Sanyueqi and Danheng were just about to take Wendy over to take a look. If nothing unexpected happened, this would probably be the place most frequently visited by everyone in the train crew.

However, as the place with the least lack of people here, the support section is silent at the moment.

Even the scientific researchers they had seen before were nowhere to be found, as if the people who had been here before had become space ghosts wandering around.

Dan Heng almost subconsciously became more alert. There were many dangerous and strange objects hidden in this space station, and even he could not ignore the danger.

San Yue Qi was still troubled by the fact that the system door wouldn't open. She glanced at the surveillance camera and called out, "Hey! Hey, you guys watching over there, we're members of the Star Train. Can you help us open the door? The sensor door seems to be broken!"

When she was about to knock on the door, Dan Heng frowned and quickly opened it.

"—something's wrong! March. Get out of there!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sensor door suddenly opened, and then a virtual soldier rushed out with his arm blade raised high, as if intending to give March 7 a cold blow.

At the same time, text messages from Estelle began to ring.

Accompanied by a deadly pulse explosion, the entire space station fell silent at this moment.

And in that space elevator, a woman with burgundy hair, a black coat, a white shirt, black tight shorts, purple stockings, and black sunglasses was humming a canon tune, immersed in the music.

Chapter 110: Get up quickly, Cosmic Bat Man!

Through the space elevator, one could see the people in the other compartments falling into chaos. Helpless staff members screamed in fear, and those who maintained order in the chaos—

"Guide the evacuation, move quickly!"

The pink-haired stationmaster, Ester, waved her hand and gave orders, her usual friendly and easy-going demeanor transformed into a calm and composed expression in the face of danger.

The one who obeyed her order was another young man with white hair and purple eyes. His response made the other defense department members who had not yet recovered from the explosion rush forward.

"Come on!"

The young man named Alan held his sword horizontally, blocking the arm blade of Xu Zu, and at the same time shouted at the frightened researchers behind him.

Then he stared again at the empty soldier who was constantly exerting force in front of him, not concealing his killing instinct.

These Void Marauders are warriors who have survived the war, reforged in the forge of war and imbued with destructive power.

Antimatter replenishes their remaining bodies, and negative particles vibrate in their bodies, but it also erases their humanity, and they only follow the instinct of destruction and possess extremely strong aggressiveness.

Beings like them are merely the basic combat units of the Antimatter Corps, but each one requires multiple defense officers to barely hold it back.

If we allow them to continue causing chaos, the scientific research work on the space station will be forced to stop...

This must be stopped from happening!

Alan gritted his teeth and used all his strength to suppress the weak soldier in front of him. At the same time, a trace of lightning spread from the sword.

"Since you seek destruction, I will grant your wish!"

As the boy faced the hollow soldiers who far outnumbered him, Kafka, whose music had been interrupted by the explosion, finally opened her eyes.

The lack of pupils in her eyes made it difficult to see what she was thinking, and... made her feel a little uneasy.

She murmured to herself into the empty air.

"It seems that I came at the wrong time."

"No, I think you came at the right time."

Another tender and slightly milky female voice was heard in the elevator announcement.

"System time 23:47:15. You are very punctual, Kafka."

"The future that Elio sees is never wrong. What happened to the explosion just now? Is this also in his "script"? "

Kafka tilted her head slightly to ask, and the female voice replied playfully.

"At 23:44:59 system time, the pulse generated by the explosion caused a large-scale paralysis of the main control system."

"You did it?"

"It was done by the Antimatter Legion, which invaded the station two system hours ago."

"Do we need to fight the Legion?"

Kafka never cared whether some unexpected enemies would appear in the script.

Because the fate that Elio foresees will not change because of some insignificant variables.

The female voice said nonchalantly.

"I don't know. Elio didn't say anything, so it's not important."

"I understand. From now on, I will take over the operation."

The corners of Kafka's mouth curled up in a gentle yet dangerous arc.

Her companion, Silver Wolf, also changed his previous attitude towards following the script and made a suggestion.

"Got it. Can you let me have some fun this time? The previous operations were so boring."

"Sorry, today's mission is pretty dull: just 'putting' the target in. But—"

Kafka paused for a moment, her eyes fixed on something.

"—If you want to have some fun, I won't stop you. After all...that lovely little poet has arrived. While we haven't quite reached the point of confronting him head-on yet, it's okay to arrange some small gifts in advance."

"Is this a mother-in-law's test for her future son-in-law?"

"You could be more gentle and considerate in your words."

Although they didn't do it in person, Kafka's gentle smile was indeed a little scary, and the Silver Wolf stopped teasing her and just snorted softly without saying anything more.

As they arrived at the designated module, the door of the space elevator opened, and pieces of paper covered with formulas were scattered everywhere. Their owners did not have time to take these valuable research materials with them, so they could only leave them quietly on the ground like waste paper.

Kafka stepped over them without any concern and headed straight for her destination, while the portrait of the Black Tower hanging in the room watched the scene quietly.

After passing through the corridor and entering the interior of the space station.

Several lurking soldiers also jumped down from the ceiling, ready to mince the creatures in front of them and taste the pleasure of satisfying their destructive instincts.

however--

The next moment, they fell to the ground, and the person they were supposed to kill had already appeared at the next door.

Their deprived intelligence made it difficult for them to understand what was happening, as if they were holding a bunch of grenades with the pull rings removed.

As the woman turned her face to the side and made a slightly rounded mouth sound of "bang", the flames of the explosion covered their figures and blew their recast bodies into pieces again.

This time, they are not so lucky to be "remade".

Having resolved the boring little episode, Kafka asked casually.

"When did the Antimatter Corps become so weak?"

"That's all the troops I can lure here. You don't want the main force of the legion to target you here, do you?"

"With just this kind of stuff, we can't hold back the Starry Sky Train gang, not to mention the little poet..."

"Don't worry, there's another Doommon coming too. And, given his personality, he'll probably just play the harmless guy until the very end, right?"

Although both of them knew his strength, if they really wanted to stop him, they would probably have to be at the level of the Lord of Extinction.

But once such a variable appears, Elio's script will probably be affected.

Therefore, even if the Star Core Hunter has this ability, he will never do this.

Make your way to the room with a lot of portraits of Genius Club members.

Kafka only stopped in front of a robot portrait, her tone amused.

"Hey~ Silver Wolf. Look, it's Screw Gum, your old rival!"

"Ha... I told you, I didn't know it was him at that time..."

There was a hint of confusion in Silver Wolf's tone.

It must be said that when she hacked into the space station, she did think about modifying the annoying portrait with hacking technology, so that the next time he came, he would not find his embarrassing portrait hanging there for so long.

But after thinking about it, Silver Wolf changed it back.

There's no reason, I just feel that doing this is as childish as a child who lost a game and wants to take revenge in other ways.

Kafka, unaware of her companion's mental journey, simply continued joking.

"That battle was the reason Elio took a liking to you: someone in the universe could actually crack Screwgum's program!... First Screwgum, then the Black Tower. I'm afraid no one in the universe has ever provoke two geniuses in such a short time. It's fate."

"Alas...it seems I am the 'slave of fate'."

When the Silver Wolf was reminded of the past, he could only sigh like a "loser".

There is no way. After all, not everyone can get used to encountering another guy who is using even bigger cheats when they are using cheats.

In another room, after getting rid of the lone pawn, another one prepared to launch a sneak attack from behind Kafka.

However, accompanied by a crisp sound of virtual keyboard tapping, a stream of data instantly covered the original position of the virtual soldier. As the data light stream disappeared, the monster disappeared.

In front of Kafka, the seemingly empty seat also turned, revealing a silver-haired hacker girl who was not even as tall as the backrest.

The two monsters had clearly been in the same room with her for a long time, yet they hadn't noticed her at all. It was like those characters in open-world games, where as long as they stayed out of the monsters' "patrol" range, they could stand right in front of them and remain unnoticed.

Silver Wolf held the candy in his mouth, his eyes fixed on the catalog of strange items in his hand, and he spoke nonchalantly, supporting his face with his left hand.

"Besides, it's not my job to clean up other people's messes. Isn't that right, Kafka?"

"Alright, alright. Where did you drop it, Silver Wolf?"

Kafka was not surprised by her appearance. This place was just a cocoon formed by the gathering of information. For Silver Wolf, who held scissors and acted as she pleased, she could transform this place into an arcade at any time if she wanted.

"I just typed in the coordinates, nothing special. It could be outside the space station, or above a toilet, or even right above the poet's head."

Silver Wolf seemed to have remembered something interesting, and he shifted his gaze away from the catalog of oddities, exploring Kafka's expression.

"Why, do you care?"

However, Kafka still looked calm and composed. After noticing her gaze, she naturally revealed an expression of slight surprise and admiration.

"I don't care. It's just that no matter how many times I see it, I always think, your methods are truly incredible."

Silver Wolf, having made himself look foolish, had no choice but to answer casually.

"It's just a modification of real data, a trivial trick not worth mentioning."

Perhaps noticing her companion's declining mood, Kafka greeted them warmly, like a player meticulously cultivating their character.

"What were you looking at with such gusto just now? Let me see it too?"

"The Black Tower's toys, a catalog of the station's collection of 'curiosities'. Lots of interesting stuff in there."

Silver Wolf casually handed her the catalog list, but Kafka only took a quick look and lost interest in it because of the numerous categories and names.