Valentine Space Station.
There were countless space stations like this in the void.
Spatial Means, as an essential ability for travel, could indeed cross terrifying distances in a very short time.
But Spatial Means were still insignificant before this void.
Only by truly setting foot in the void could one understand just how vast it was.
If the void were a starry sky, then a world at most counted as a grain of sand within it.
Those living within that "grain of sand" also needed an extremely long time to cross the void.
What was more, most regions of the void had long since been clearly divided among various powers.
Randomly choosing a set of spatial coordinates would most likely land one inside another power's territory.
With good luck, one could sneak away before being discovered.
With bad luck, one could only hope to have better luck in the next life.
Space stations were spatial coordinates where various powers permitted people to arrive.
If one did not understand Spatial Means, one could also travel through the wormholes of a space station.
That was precisely why space stations themselves held significance.
Safety!
The existence of a space station meant that this power welcomed outsiders to come and do business.
And taverns could be considered the landmark buildings of space stations.
There were countless races across the myriad heavens and worlds, with all manner of dietary restrictions.
Yet three things were beloved by most living beings.
One was music, and one was fine wine.
The last, naturally, was resources.
Musicians capable of stirring the soul were hard to find, and even major powers fought over resources, but there was still no shortage of fine wine.
Every tavern in the station did fairly good business.
Among these many taverns, there were some with