Seven days—just seven days—and the long-dreamed-of Interstellar Era had arrived for humanity.
Spaceships had entered every household. Almost every middle-class family could afford a family-use spaceship and roam through space.
Even relatively poor families could buy Satellite orbital cars and fly above the atmosphere.
But ultimately, too little time had passed. The Earth United Nations Fleet in space had only three hundred Level 2 ships, each a mere hundred meters long and belonging to the highly maneuverable fighter class.
There were also two Next-generation flagships, each six kilometers long. They could accommodate a thousand people and sustain them for over five hundred years. They were Humanity's seed escape ships.
This was the power humanity had developed in a single week. Compared to the past, its progress had been as rapid as a rocket.
Yet before an existence powerful enough to Teleport stars, this fleet was no more than a tiny speck.
Fortunately, large numbers of civilian spaceships spontaneously flew out of the atmosphere and joined humanity's formation.
The smaller ones were a dozen or so meters long, while the larger ones reached seventy meters. Household and commercial models came in all shapes and sizes.
But once the civilian forces revealed themselves, humanity's fleet appeared vast and mighty, numbering in the tens of thousands.
In space, tens of thousands of spaceships of all sizes approached the Three-eyed Race at ever-increasing speed, looking as though they were charging upward with their lives on the line.
"We only need to get close! Don't charge in!"
"It's not that I want to charge! The gravity's too strong!"
Only after flying into space did these civilians, who had kindly piloted their ships to support the United Nations Fleet, realize how foolish their actions had been.
With the gravity of hundreds of Star Systems overlapping in