Tabler put a little effort into suppressing the upward curl of his lips and continued onward with Jigang.
Along the way, he naturally ran into that client manager who had "challenged" him several times before.
This lady had clearly forgotten what had happened earlier. She was even more respectful now, and gave him a seductive smile that made his heart itch... He could sample her later.
Tabler normally was not so indiscriminate when it came to women, but when he was in a good mood, everything seemed good.
He set other matters aside for now. Next, he still had more to experience.
Thus, he wandered around the spaceship with Jigang and gradually arrived at the central viewing area.
Whenever the ship entered Hyperspace Navigation, all visible portholes aboard would close. Only a few here remained open, allowing guests unafraid of death to admire the wondrous sights of "hyperspace."
Tabler had actually grown tired of such sights long ago, but things were different now—yes, he wanted to use his newly attained Purple Eye Illusion Pupil secret art to observe the splendor and mysteries of this special spacetime.
It truly was wonderful!
After watching for a long time, he felt as though his entire body were dissolving into the brilliant light and color, like a well-fed larva that had turned back into Tissue Fluid within its woven cocoon, undergoing a complete reconstruction as it waited for the moment of metamorphosis and rebirth.
Tabler watched quietly, utterly entranced.
Day 2, Week 41, Year 1305 of the New Century.
Bifur received the latest news about Tabler. Even after repeatedly confirming it, he still found it hard to believe:
An emotional breakdown, refusal of intervention measures, hallucinations during Hyperspace Navigation, followed by grievous injuries and unconsciousness, leaving him virtually crippled?
The universe was vast. There