A figure in a spacesuit, tethered by a rope, stood on the back of the Goddess.
It was Chen Mo.
The soles of his boots adhered to the Goddess's hull, allowing him to stand steadily atop it.
"It's truly beautiful," Chen Mo sighed.
Only from here could he witness such a sight: the azure Earth before him and endless stars overhead.
Yet the beauty was so profound that it made one feel uneasy. Not a sound could be heard around him—only mystery and vastness.
The heavens were high and the universe boundless.
The ancients had long understood how insignificant one was alone in the universe. Only by truly standing in space could one deeply experience that dust-like insignificance.
He had experienced it before in the Sci-Tech Library, but those had been recorded memories. This was his own firsthand experience, and the two were vastly different.
What was humanity compared to a universe hundreds of billions of light-years across? So insignificant that it was terrifying. Perhaps, in the eyes of certain extraterrestrial lifeforms, humans were no different from how humans viewed bacteria or ants.
That tangible sense of insignificance was frightening. Anyone without a strong mind who stood here would truly begin questioning their existence.
The endless depths of the universe were filled with the unknown, inspiring awe.
No matter what lay in the depths of the universe, he had a mission to explore it. The Sci-Tech Library was in his head; there was no escaping it.
He had to find the answers of the universe himself.
"That bastard is getting addicted to this?"
At the ground command center, Zhao Min watched the footage of Chen Mo's spacewalk transmitted back by the Goddess and felt an immense headache coming on.
That guy was still fooling around at a time like this.