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After closing the main door, Xia Fan turned the valve again until it was completely locked.

"Alright... now we can only see how lucky we are." He surveyed the room, searching for a possible activation device. There were two things to gamble on. First, that this seemingly form-fitting protective suit had a complete circulation system capable of keeping him alive in extreme conditions. Second, that the airlock chamber had not been damaged after several centuries and could still fully carry out its purpose.

Of course, neither of these was an all-or-nothing gamble. If the airlock was broken, then at worst he would be unable to reach the outside; he could simply reopen the main door and return to the passageway. And if the protective suit failed to protect him, he would still have at least a minute to stop the depressurization process.

The control panel was highly conspicuous: two pancake-sized buttons, one red and one green, sat side by side before another small door on the far side of the room.

Xia Fan took a deep breath and pressed the red button.

Suddenly, a hissing leak filled the room.

At nearly the same instant, the back of his hand began to glow!

Only after freezing for a moment did Xia Fan raise his right hand. A tiny screen had lit up on the back of it—it displayed the number thirty and was steadily counting down, while warmth surged up inside the suit!

He could not help curling his lips into a smile.

This suit could automatically sense changes in the environment and switch into protective mode. Not only could it supply oxygen, it could also ward off the cold! The embedded flexible screen had practically fused with the suit's material. If it had not suddenly lit up, he might never