Enlightenment

After that encounter on the lunar surface, Huai Shi had come to deeply understand that in space, his adaptability... might not even be better than a dog's.

Especially not a Behemoth pup, a super combat dog that could pull a sled through a vacuum with its tongue hanging out.

It would definitely be useful.

According to Garland Weng's data, if the dog stayed in Huai Shi's bag, it should be able to pass verification as Huai Shi's accessory.

Theoretically, there was no problem, but there were always accidents.

What if something happened and Little Dog of Friendship died?

That was thermal radiation comparable to the High Temperature on the sun's surface. Forget a dog—one blast might wipe out a person too.

Inside the saddlebag, Broken Dog's gaze grew increasingly contemptuous. It poked its head out and shot him a sidelong look.

What the hell are you doing? Get moving!

The ride's about to leave. They're waiting for you.

Fine. If even the dog wasn't scared, what was he scared of?

Since it wanted to try... then they would try.

Huai Shi shook his head, hoisted the saddlebag, and turned toward the departing formation behind him.

The other alchemists had long since grown impatient. Only Izzy was still unhurriedly playing on his phone, laughing himself silly at pre-cached dumb videos.

Compared to him, Raziel, who looked like he was about to piss himself in his Spacesuit, was the complete opposite.

Unlike the others, Raziel had come along as a physician. No one expected much from his performance, and everyone sincerely hoped there would never be a time when he was needed.

And so, once the pressure had been adjusted, the hatch on the belly of Son of Leviathan slowly opened, and they gradually descended into the endless blackness of space beneath