This man was obviously different from the others. Though he wore Exoskeleton Armor, he had no helmet on, leaving his head exposed.
He looked fairly young, with a smile always curling across his face, giving him a somewhat frivolous air. Yet his hair was grizzled.
After walking in, he kept surveying the abandoned factory, as if it were his first time here and he found everything intensely curious.
Ignoring those who came to greet him, he looked left and right. Then, all at once, his gaze fixed directly on the direction of the "camera," one brow rising.
Mo Jia knew this person. Those eyes stared through the projection as though he had locked onto her from afar.
She gave a soft cry, shuddered, and instinctively stepped back.
At that moment, the view clearly pulled back into a medium-long shot, revealing the entirety of the sealed factory complex, along with the dozen or so people inside—the "rescue team"... probably.
But it quickly retreated farther. This time, all that could be seen was thick bedrock.
The retreat did not stop. In the next frame, it had pulled back to the surface of the industrial mining planet, where all was Deathly Stillness.
Even the traces of human civilization that had existed long ago had, after several thousand years of emptiness, either weathered away naturally or been wiped clean by meteorites falling from beyond the skies.
That perspective did not last long either, continuing to shrink backward.
Mo Jia could see it now. An invisible force was clearly pushing the viewpoint of this remote observation outward. Even after pushing it beyond the planet and into the deep Starry Sky, it did not stop.
Tai Yu no longer maintained the viewpoint. The projection warped, no longer broadcasting a live scene. Instead, he found a frozen