The chubby man shrugged his shoulders as he boarded the shuttle, with a face that screamed 'piece of cake', and said, "June 6, 1992, at 6:17 AM, just as simple as that."

Blade Warrior, laden with worries, asked, "Can those two brats be trusted..."

"What's not to trust, just look at that kid's naïve face, he wouldn't dare to fool me."

Mengdie seemed to have sensed something, silently shaking her head... as if to say you're too naive.

In fact, that's what everyone was thinking, but then Blade Warrior had another thought, even if it was off by three to five minutes, it wouldn't cause much more of a chain reaction on the timeline hundreds of years later; at most, it would be off by a few hours to a few days, so he didn't fuss over it, shook his head helplessly, stretched lazily, and focused once more, tapping away at the computer.

Whoosh...

The Time-Space Transfer Device was activated, and now all that was left was to wait for Feng Yi. With a mix of joy and great anticipation, as Blade Warrior struck the last key and stood up to look down, he clearly saw that little chubby guy with a malicious grin...

"Hey, look, the little chubby guy is smirking maliciously," Blade Warrior hastily warned the other who was still immersed in fulfilling the mission.

Just then, a squeaky noise came through, and the broadcaster's not-so-clear voice sounded on the radio.

"Dear listeners, good morning, it is 6:30 AM morning news time, welcome to 888 radio station," followed by a bunch of recent significant and minor events.

Damn, just said it was 6:17 AM, that chubby guy's watch is inaccurate, Blade Warrior rolled his eyes after all the checks... But it's all good, a difference of a few minutes doesn't matter much, but for some reason, seeing the little chubby guy's malicious smile on the ground made him feel like he had been duped.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaobo, the chubby guy, also noticed the anomaly in the young man on the ground, giving them a vicious middle finger.

In response to the chubby guy was a grimace.

Ripple...

A ripple spread through the void, the Time-Space Transfer Device vanished into thin air...

"It, it disappeared..." Yifan muttered in awe.

"I also find it unbelievable," said the chubby guy.

Yifan shook his head, "I think the exact time might be very important to these people, chubby guy, you might have caused a huge disaster."

"Whatever, let's hurry to school, or the teacher will scold us again."

On the other side of the starry sky, through parallel space-time jumps, the group had indeed arrived in the 28th century... They saw the familiar Eden of the Federal Eastern Hemisphere and the colossal construction of the Black Science Base rising from the ground, all signs that they had arrived in the 28th century, the era Feng Yi was from.

Is Feng Yi really living in this distant dimension of space-time? With various concerns in their minds, they could only take one step at a time; to confirm their suspicions, they had to visit Colonial Planet 103. Only by confirming the existence of this remote planet in the far north of the Federation could they possibly continue their search for Feng Yi.

In the universe, parallel space-times present a relative state, according to the Grandmother Universe Paradox, we are not unique, the space-time we are in is not unique, even our universes are infinitely overlapping and never intersecting.

To verify a bold conjecture, Blade Warrior attempted to traverse and received a satisfactory answer, yet, what we know of the knowledge universe is in a parallel state, space-time is in a parallel state, but it does not include the life on this planet, their names may be the same, or they could be biologically different, or they may not exist at all.

With a faint glimmer of hope, the machine accelerated, successfully reaching Colonial Planet 103 within a few days.

Surveying the star field, the vast hurricane almost covered one-fifth of the celestial body, the airflow under high gravity appearing even more biting... The environment here was extremely harsh; even inside the machine, the crew could feel the frequent tremors.

Colonial Planet 103 was a terrestrial planet with the highest gravity suitable for human habitation. They had only heard rumors but had never been here before, which shows that the local environment was far worse than rumored, or perhaps it was just their bad luck to arrive during the stormy season.

"That Feng Yi guy, he couldn't have grown up on such a harsh planet in his youth, could he?" Little Fatty couldn't help but sigh with lingering fear. He found it hard to imagine how ordinary people could survive on such a high-gravity world.

Blade Warrior explained that this planet was equipped with a federal government-installed mimic gravity system, but it was very unstable and mostly composed of outdated equipment. Coupled with various reasons such as rampant criminals on the outskirts of the Capital, not much more was invested in this planet.

In other words, while the planet ostensibly had a mimic gravity system, the environment here was more than just heavy gravity. It was problematic for ordinary people to survive, and even if you could ensure gravity, you couldn't secure the scarce food sources. The people here lived day by day, rarely even seeing the unfairly priced black ships make a stop.

First, on Colonial Planet 103, security was in chaos with a mix of good and ill, and the local situation was extremely perilous. Those who dared to come here to recruit help would usually come equipped with private armed mobile soldiers.

Secondly, the stability of the mimic gravity could not be guaranteed, and once there were issues with the mimic gravity system, the regular residents might cope, but an ordinary person wouldn't last over a few minutes.

Those who made it to Colonial Planet 103 were either forced to flee nowhere or were fugitive criminals, each more violently desperate than the last. Individuals like Feng Yi, who survived a harrowing disaster against the odds, formed only a tiny proportion of the population.

Below the clouds, electric magnetic storms entwined and flickered, making Little Fatty's scalp tingle. Not to mention whether there were people or not, this damn place was no place for humans. "Are we really going down there?"

"Of course, we need to find a suitable landing spot." The Blade Warrior tried to establish contact with the vicinity using the radio, but he couldn't pick up a single signal. Having no other choice, he decided to land in District 7 of the Colonial Planet, based on what he knew about Feng Yi.

District 7 of Colonial Planet 103 was located in the northern hemisphere of the planet, perennially accompanied by hurricanes and tornadoes. The average annual temperature was as low as minus 22 degrees with a minimum temperature of minus 70 degrees and a maximum of only 5 degrees above zero. It was considered an extremely cold region of the Colonial Planet.

Despite the harsh local environment, traces of human life persisted in the northern hemisphere, including a special group—freelance mercenaries—who lived lives on the knife's edge, abiding by personal creeds, balancing the local order with violence, and exchanging sizeable Gold Coins for nocturnal revelries.

At night, the underground bars became a paradise for men, a gathering place for criminals. They were the only places that eschewed ordinary people, filled with violence and blood. If you were an ordinary person, you would inevitably become a lamb ready for slaughter.

On Colonial Planet 103, force was the only bargaining chip, and when it came to issues of 'right' and 'wrong,' people's judgments were highly subjective. Even Feng Yi was no exception, the difference being that he knew more than the average person, thanks to the knowledge imparted to him by his mentor Lasso.

Unfortunately, Lasso had died many years ago from an incurable disease. Every June, around the time of Lasso's death anniversary, Feng Yi, if he was traveling abroad, would always make time to visit and stand in solitude at Lasso's grave in remembrance of the past for hours on end.

Feng Yi never brought Lasso fresh flowers or fine wine, nor had he ever forgotten Lasso's teachings—Even at the age of 43, even as he reached the 'Crosscut' stage of his life, he continued as always.

The thunderbolts flickering in the distant sky seemed to reflect Feng Yi's outwardly calm but inherently volatile temperament. The glint in his eyes and the sudden turn of his head fastened his gaze on the distant, unreachable Time-Space Transfer Device through the unblocking clouds.

Feng Yi simply looked up in surprise and then paid it no further heed... It was time to leave.

Inside the Time-Space Transfer Device, Roland was momentarily surprised. That feeling—if it had to be described—was as if someone had locked onto the occupants of the machine. But just as she was about to follow the sensation to trace that presence, the intangible feeling of being targeted disappeared...

Both Sky Shadow and Kexiao noticed it as well, though their senses were far less sharp than Roland's.

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