March 7th: P47? Can You Eat It?
When Jingxing found the gray-haired girl, she was trapped on the rooftop where the support module and the Master Control Zone met.
A Doomsday Beast is roaring in the air ahead.
A small section of the rooftop and the connecting walkway had collapsed, with some broken pipes hanging in mid-air, sputtering sparks that landed on the shattered glass on the floor, flashing on and off intermittently.
The gray-haired girl stood at the front. Her black coat with a white collar had been torn open, revealing a faint, dark golden light shining through her chest, flickering like something alive breathing through her skin.
Behind her was a pink-haired girl, kneeling beside the cover, clutching a bow. Behind her was a black-haired member of the Vidyadhara, holding a long spear with the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, black blood dripping from the blood trough.
They seemed to be heading towards the rooftop, but their path was blocked by the Antimatter Legion. The gaping maw of the Doomsday Beast was wide open, and blinding Destruction energy had already gathered and formed at its core.
Jingxing stood on the edge of the broken bridge, where only half of it remained, and stretched out his hand, ready to rescue the person.
Below him was a drop of over ten meters. The depressurized wind squeezed out from the breach, making his clothes flutter wildly. The air was filled with the stench of blood. With a flick of his finger, the monsters below wouldn't even leave ashes— Jingxing could now clear the area with a simple wave of his hand.
But as the thick ink gathered into a full drop on his fingertip, the terminal in his pocket suddenly vibrated.
It was an unfamiliar text message that bypassed the company's Amber-tier firewall, with no sender ID.
[Mr. Jingxing, this is Elio. Please spare the Antimatter Legion below.]
Jingxing's hand froze in mid-air. He stared at the line of text for a couple of breaths, then typed a reply with one hand: [Can cats type too?]
The other party replied extremely quickly: [You must be joking. For the sake of the future of the world, please be lenient. I guarantee they will be fine.]
Jingxing glanced down at the gray-haired girl below. The dark golden light on her chest flashed rapidly again.
He scoffed. His words were as mystical as the divination inscriptions from the Xianzhou's Divination Commission.
However, Elio was highly regarded in the Interastral Peace Corporation's think tank, and considering Louis Fleming's credibility, Jingxing decided to heed his advice.
He pulled his wrist back, dispersing three-tenths of the ink's aura from his fingertips, and took half a step back into the shadows of the covered bridge.
Almost at the same instant, the Antimatter Legion below also moved.
A Trampler beast smashed through the Voidranger soldiers in front, its iron hooves leaving a trail of sparks on the deck. It bypassed the spear-wielding youth blocking its path and charged straight at the pink-haired girl who had just drawn her bowstring.
But at that moment, the gray-haired girl holding the baseball bat also started to move.
She lunged forward, performing a rather stylish somersault, and slammed the Trampler hard into his back with her baseball bat, sending him flying.
"Wow, no wonder it's Stellaron that has become a spirit." Jingxing raised an eyebrow, then turned to face his own unawakened Path Energy. This blow was enough to Jingxing four rebirths.
However, just as the gray-haired Stellaron spirit regained her footing, the Doomsday Beast had already completed its charge, unleashing a torrent of imaginary numbers that seemed intent on annihilating her and the pink-haired creature behind her.
Just as Jingxing reached out, intending to help weaken it, the dark golden light on Stellaron spirit's chest suddenly exploded.
Golden light traveled along her blood vessels to her limbs and bones, and fine golden lines emerged beneath her skin. She supported herself on the ground and slowly raised her head. The confusion she had felt upon waking was gone from her eyes; only an astonishing clarity and ferocity remained.
Blood flowed from her nose down to her chin and dripped onto the deck. She wiped it haphazardly with her sleeve, leaving a trail of blood on the side of her face, then clenched her fists and gripped the baseball bat firmly once more.
The baseball bat hummed in her hand, as if it had been re-tempered by the boiling power of Stellaron, and was coated with a layer of dark golden light.
She stood up without a word, charging straight at the imaginary torrent of the Doomsday Beast, and swung her staff!
With a piercing explosion, the Doomsday Beast's attack was smashed to pieces by her single blow.
[Please feel free to do as you please.] Elio's message popped up again.
However, Jingxing had no time to pay attention to him, because the scene before him made his painter's instincts instantly form a composition in his mind.
On the left is the collapsed metal bulkhead, on the right is the overturned Antimatter Legion, and in the center of the picture is only this thin figure standing with a baseball bat, and a pool of blood that has not yet dried at her bare feet.
"It was worth it," he said softly. "I must paint this scene."
A soft sound suddenly came from the air behind me; it was the sound of a ball joint turning.
Have you seen enough?
Jingxing turned around. "Herta? Long time no see."
The puppet had somehow appeared beside him, tilting its head and glancing down at him. Its voice was much more lively than when it was on autopilot, carrying a familiar air of laziness and arrogance. "I switched over while you were fighting in the berth. My space station is almost breached, and you still have the nerve to stand on the bridge and watch the show."
"Now I've seen enough." Jingxing grinned, casually pointing a finger. Invisible, Beauty Energy spread out like ripples, and this group of the Antimatter Legion, like his peers who had encountered Jingxing in the past year, turned to ashes and disappeared.
After Jingxing made his move, the Herta Puppet pointed below. "Let's go, I'll introduce them to you."
Jingxing nodded, then followed the Herta Puppet and jumped off the broken covered bridge.
After landing, the group had already checked each other's bodies. The gray-haired girl had fainted on the ground, and the Vidyadhara was examining her, while the pink-haired girl was chatting away with another middle-aged man who had just arrived.
The deck was covered with fragments of the Antimatter Legion's shells, which crunched underfoot.
Upon hearing the footsteps, the Vidyadhara wielding the spear and the middle-aged man who hadn't yet made a move were the first to react, instinctively stepping forward to block the Stellaron spirit behind them.
"Don't be nervous," the Herta Puppet said cheerfully, "It's me."
"So it's Ms. Herta." The middle-aged man looked closely, recognized the doll, and bowed slightly. "I didn't expect to see you here. It seems these Antimatter Legions really did choose the worst possible time to attack the space station."
"I didn't make a move; that was this guy, Jingxing." The Herta Puppet stepped aside. "P47 from Interastral Peace Corporation, but you can just call him 'The Painter.'"
Jingxing didn't mind the nickname Herta had given him, and greeted them with a smile, "Jingxing, it's a pleasure to meet you all."
The pink-haired girl breathed a sigh of relief and slung the hunchback back over her shoulder, "That scared me to death... Hello, I'm March 7th from the Astral Express! This gentleman next to me is Dan Heng."
Dan Heng nodded slightly, without saying anything more.
On March 7th, he glanced at Jingxing, then leaned closer to Dan Heng and whispered, "What is P47?"