Don't Tell Mom, I'm at Galaxy Eye

There was no dawn visible in the sky of the universe, and no distinct seasons in the fortresses of space.

Butterfly Wing Fighters shuttled through the atmosphere, rays crisscrossing amid bursts of explosive energy. Air cavalry clung tightly to their reins atop Dragon Eagles, using coordinates from the Local Magic Network to dog the enemy forces relentlessly as their mounts spewed metal storms at them.

Galaxy Eye, Galaxy Eye? Galaxy Eye, Galaxy's Eye.

Saisiluo lay in an inconspicuous corner of the star region forty cubic light-years from Galaxy Eye. He knew his losses meant nothing. He was merely a number on a list. If he was lucky, he would be loaded into a black body bag, and the ground crew would write "Cargo 200" on the roster before he was transported away en masse through the Purple Tulip teleportation array.

The warning spell he had set up earlier sent back a message: footsteps were drawing ever closer.

The enemy should be no more than five kilometers away. For a mage, that was the distance between life and death.

Five kilometers—any charge-type Zeta-rank could close right in his face in an instant and send a blade or bullet into his skull. After that, all he could do was wait to meet his ancestors in the Nether Abyss.

Saisiluo gripped the Magic Scroll tightly.

He pulled out his Personal Terminal and activated the recording function. Removing his helmet, slick with sweat and blood, he saw how young the boy in the front-facing mirror spell looked, his face stained with silicon-based soil and dust from the Space Station. He bared his teeth and gave a brilliant smile.

"Hi..."

He opened his mouth, only to realize he had no idea where to begin. Lowering his head, he fell silent for a while.

Boom! In