Come, Feed the Young Master Some Pastries!

Ten minutes later, Huai Shi squatted beside the burning base and finally sorted out what had happened.

"It exploded?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yes." The base commander looked grief-stricken. "It exploded."

"What about your restaurant?" Huai Shi pressed anxiously. "The one famous for making Moon Flying Pastries?"

"It's gone." The base commander's expression grew even more sorrowful. "The chefs are all dead."

Huai Shi was furious.

Was there something wrong with this shitty tour group?

Before they had even seen Kepler Base, it was gone. Such a huge base, and one of the moon's ten most famous restaurants, just blown up like that?

Wasn't everything fine when they arrived?

Weren't the shuttle and Mithra Space Station perfectly fine? Why had everything changed the instant they entered lunar orbit?

They could run into a meteor shower just sitting properly inside a Drop Pod.

They had finally made it down and arrived on time, only for Kepler Base to be gone?

More importantly, how was he supposed to explain this to Broken Dog?

How was he supposed to explain to the dog that the restaurant they had agreed on was gone? The pastries were gone? That it had pulled the sleigh all this way for nothing?

I think you're tired of living...

Huai Shi covered his face through his visor and felt a painful future looming ahead.

The dog beside the sleigh had grown impatient waiting for the pastries Huai Shi had promised it. It was grinding its teeth against the sleigh's frame. No crunching sounds could be heard in the vacuum, but sparks flew everywhere.

Illuminating the corpses piled behind the sleigh.

It was especially horrifying.

These were the gifts brought by "Santa Claus."

The corpses of the attackers they had encountered along the way.

Unfortunately, every face frozen in the