The last supply point outside the Shattered Bone Corridor was even more deserted than Benjamin had expected.
It was a small space station floating in the void, an irregular metallic prism covered in patches of every size.
Energy shield generators were embedded across its armored surface like patches, occasionally flashing with faint blue light as they maintained the station's most basic stability.
There were not many people in the supply hall.
Several recruiters from smuggling fleets squatted in the corners of the corridor, each with their fleet's emblem standing beside them.
They looked bored out of their minds, but whenever someone passed by, their gazes swept over them like knives, carrying undisguised wariness and scrutiny.
The small wizard faction that ruled this place had established a certain degree of order to ensure the safety of all living beings here.
Yet compared to the Junction Points and supply stations in other public areas, the atmosphere here still carried an indescribable oppression.
"This is the map you purchased. It was updated thirteen days ago."
Taking the Recording Crystal handed over by the puppet at the counter, Benjamin nodded.
Benjamin imported the information from the crystal into his magic network terminal, studied the latest map he had purchased, and confirmed the route once more.
From the supply point, head seventeen degrees north by west, cross the core region of the Shattered Bone Corridor, skirt around the largest infiltration node of the Reflected Dimension, and he could travel straight to the rendezvous coordinates marked on the invitation to the academic exchange conference.
After confirming that nothing was wrong, he turned without hesitation and walked out of the supply point.
Looking at the surging elemental currents beyond the energy shield, a dark-golden Law Solidification Domain slowly unfolded around Benjamin. Like a thin membrane flowing with