Space Station. The Space Fortress hovered silently.
Its colors kept shifting, from blue to white, then from white back to blue.
Like a child's moods: blue when happy, red when unhappy.
It had already transformed into its giant form, both arms stretched straight out like two enormous cannons.
In truth, they were the Main Cannons.
Its towering body loomed above Earth, like a child looking down at ants.
At this moment, a cluster of large and small aircraft carrying Supernatural Beings and researchers circled around it, each voicing their opinions.
No one had boarded the ship. Even the spacecraft's key personnel had disembarked and were sitting aboard another aircraft.
"Madam Captain, has anything like this ever happened before?" a white-haired researcher asked the Female Captain of the fortress.
The Female Captain recalled, "No, it never happened before. This is the first time."
Standing beside her, her husband Jila, an ace fighter jet pilot, firmly repeated, "That's right. It never happened before. Everything was normal in the past."
"Where exactly is the problem? Why are Ordinary People fine before boarding, only to suffer mental breakdowns after disembarking? Some go mad, some develop split personalities, and some experience auditory and visual hallucinations," the researcher said worriedly.
There seemed to be even more white hairs now.
There were no previous cases to draw from, and all the theories developed afterward were useless.
They could only send in test subjects first, gather enough data, analyze it bit by bit, and find a breakthrough.
It was destined to be a grueling process.
Then, an ordinary-looking man suddenly asked, "Can you let us board and experience it for ourselves?"
"Which organization are you from?" the Female Captain asked.
"Tianxing Club," Li Chun answered.
Yes, he had recovered and returned to work.
"All right. We can open