Because he held a minor official position, Dimon was busier than ordinary reservists after arriving at the Star Gate Infrastructure Management Office on You-1337.
Over the next few weeks, he would need to hand things over with the personnel here preparing to evacuate. He would most likely be facing an extremely tense and chaotic period.
In this hazy, unreal state, Dimon began his new job and adapted to a new rhythm.
Most of the newly arrived reservists here were much like him, though there were naturally some who took to it like fish to water.
For instance, the officer of the same rank at the neighboring workstation, seemingly named Yihua, was getting along quite well with the personnel who had been stationed here before.
Dimon had some impression of him. This guy seemed to have eyes in the back of his head—look at him twice, and he would sense it, just as he did now.
Yihua, seated ahead of him, turned around and met Dimon's gaze. Dimon grinned at him.
The other man smiled back.
Yise Xin had rarely been in such a good mood lately.
The lengthy Hyperspace Navigation was torture for every member of the Expedition Team.
Yise Xin had it even harder. After nearly twenty weeks of high-intensity simulated training with Gu Qiao, he had practically been steeped in templates like the "Heavenly Abyss-Hanguang system" and the "Destiny Furnace" until they seeped into his bones. He had nearly forgotten what he had once been good at.
That alone would have been bearable. Yet the faint negative feedback from his clan's Bloodline Landscape gave him an ominous feeling about the rear—that Ise Jia, who appeared steady but was actually arrogant, seemed to have run into trouble. It had also caused a slight backlash against Yise Xin.
Damn it,