070 Rendezvous

Across the boundless snowfields, two figures rode hovering motorcycles, racing one ahead of the other. Freezing rain rode the biting wind, adding another layer of ice over the already buried mechanical ruins.

Distance to marked location: 89 km—88 km—87 km...

The figure in front removed his windproof mask, revealing the typical face of a Red Arrow man. His purple eyes fixed on the distance, their vertical pupils seeming to peer through the endless blizzard and lock onto his target.

"We're almost there."

Lioz murmured.

Bo Leng Star.

It lay less than 147 light-years in a straight line from Valkyrie Fortress. By interstellar express train, it was only a nine-hour journey.

Yet ordinary people could never reach this place in their entire lives.

This planet, cold from its core to its surface, could not truly be called a planet at all. Its essence was a product of the era of expansion, born from the melee between three major Narratives.

At the time, the Empire's fifth-generation Philosopher King and the corporation's then-chairman had fought here for twenty-nine years.

In the end, the Empire won a narrow victory, and the corporation had no choice but to relinquish this barren stretch of space. However, the two sides also signed a non-aggression treaty, declaring that neither would ever again make a move against this region of the starfield.

It was equivalent to both sides abandoning their claims to the area, each taking a step back and agreeing to stop coveting it.

Of course, if they truly did not care about this region, Valkyrie Fortress would never have appeared later, Lioz would never have risen to prominence, and even the players' activities would have been greatly affected.

A hegemon like the Narrative Civilization would never retreat so easily.

To establish a bridgehead here and guard against