Welcome to the Ishimura!

[Dear Navigator, you have arrived in the New World. Current stay: Unlimited]

[Current world exploration progress: 0%]

[This world is a small node and cannot be anchored.]

[Permission Level: LV-5]

After a series of system notifications ended, Alvin finally woke up from his brief dizziness. The first thing he did upon opening his eyes was to subconsciously observe his surroundings, a good habit he had developed after several experiences of time travel.

The office was clean, bright, and spotless. Inside the large glass windows, several robotic arms were in operation.

The desk was piled high with documents, neatly arranged, and there were several monitors displaying rows of data.

These small details show that the environment for this journey was quite good.

Great, this time it's not a garbage dump!

Alvin nodded contentedly. He didn't know when it had started, but every time he traveled through time, this was the only small wish he had.

Immediately afterwards, Winnie, Ilya, Hilda gradually coalesced from their particle state into human form and appeared beside him.

Ollsen's Dark Angels Company is currently on standby, as their room is only about 80 square meters, not big enough to fit an entire Space Marine company.

"Where is this?" Winnie's pale golden eyes seemed to hold some doubt and confusion as she looked around at the scenery, her brows furrowing slightly. "Is this the other world you spoke of?"

"That's right."

Alvin nodded.

Now, he has grown strong enough to no longer need to completely hide the secret of being the "Navigator".

Winnie, Ilya, Hilda, and Tucker, like others, had earned his trust, so there was no need to hide it any longer.

Besides, given how many times he disappeared, the three of them probably already had some suspicions.

"I see."

Winnie nodded slightly, then gave him a wary look. "Back in the Daemon Factory in Losel, you used this trick to escape, didn't you?"

Alvin smiled without saying a word, then turned to look at the other two.

Hilda looked around curiously, much like a curious child, while Ilya, upholding the vow of the "Sisters of Silence," stood guard beside him, her eyes brimming with excitement and curiosity, yet remaining vigilant against any danger.

"Hmm, and then?" Winnie frowned, looked around, and asked, "What are we supposed to do next?"

"Hmm--let me think about it."

Looking back on their previous experiences, Alvin roughly knew that the location they traveled to each time was highly and closely related to the "plot," so all they had to do was wait.

"Let's look for clues first." He picked up the file on the table and had the Servitor Skull translate the text. "We'll know exactly what to do first, but we'll need to determine our location and what happened here."

According to the information, this is a spaceship used for mining ore. It is operated by CEC (Harmony Mining Corporation) in cooperation with the Earth United Government, and is carrying out mining missions on the planet "AegisVll".

"Mining?"

Alvin stared at the data, lost in thought.

"What's wrong?" Winnie noticed his unusual behavior and asked.

"No, it's nothing—" Alvin's gaze was a little strange as it fell on the words CEC (Harmony Mining Corporation): "It just looks familiar, like I've seen it somewhere before, but I can't quite place it."

Unfortunately, the memories of past and present lives are too numerous and extremely complex, making it difficult to deduce specific information based on such a small clue.

[Current world exploration progress: 5%]

The Navigator provided an appropriate prompt.

Alvin was slightly surprised; just a company name could increase exploration progress by 5%, something he had never experienced before.

But this also proves that exploring this small node world isn't that difficult.

The Servitor Skull scanned the files here and found that they were mostly mining records with little useful information. The computer was also offline, making it impossible to hack into the host.

"Alright, there's nothing much to see here."

Alvin shook his head, then turned to the three and said, "Let's go out and see if we can find any useful clues."

However, upon arriving at the gate, they discovered that the passageway gate was completely sealed.

And it has the highest level of access.

"Strange." Alvin was a little puzzled. The facilities here were complete and clean; why would it need to be sealed off?

Or is it that a biological or chemical leak occurred here, which is why the compartment was sealed off?

"Let me!"

Hilda volunteered, rubbing her hands together excitedly. "It's been so long since I've had a chance to get moving! It's just a broken door, we can just move it open, right?"

Standing over two meters tall, Hilda raised her long, slender legs, their taut muscles and rounded curves truly captivating.

Of course, Alvin dared not look any longer.

Bang!!!

With a loud bang, the heavy cabin door collapsed under Hilda's foot, leaving a deep dent in the steel before flying out.

"Sharp!"

Alvin gave a thumbs up, thinking to himself that as expected of the most Aeldari branch of the Eldar, he acknowledged their combat prowess!

However, when the gate was opened, the scene that came into view stunned Alvin.

The lights crackled and hissed as if short-circuited, and oil and liquid dripped from the transport pipes on the ceiling of the passage. In the dim and mixed vision, a few slogans could be barely made out, such as "efficiency is life."

"This section is the lower maintenance area, B-321 area." The Servitor Skull access control panel scanned their current location.

"It smells bloody."

Winnie had a keen sense of smell, and her pale golden eyes, like sharp swords, were fixed on the gate at the end of the lower deck.

"I'll clear the way."

In the confined spaces of the cabin, Ilya did not choose the Executioner Greatsword, but instead took out a punitive crossbow, inspected it, and slowly stepped forward.

"Good."

Alvin nodded.

Therefore, the formation was changed to Ilya in front, Alvin and Winnie in the middle, Hilda at the rear.

Drop!

Once identity verification is successful, the compartment gate opens.

"Roar--!!!"

Almost without warning, a roaring, howling Dark Figure suddenly lunged at Ilya from behind the opened gate.

A normal person would probably not even have time to react and would be pounced on by the Dark Figure, but Ilya is far from ordinary.

She is the Sisters of Silence!

She remained calm in the face of danger, grabbed the Dark Figure by the neck with her bare hands, and with a forceful throw, slammed him against a pipe on the side wall of the compartment. She then turned her right hand to aim the crossbow, pulled the trigger, and fired the bolt!

Call out!

Accompanied by a mournful gust of wind, the blade pierced the brain of the struggling Dark Figure, pinning it firmly to the pipe, causing blood to gush out.

The entire process takes no more than one second.

However, the Dark Figure with the crossbow bolt driven into its brain was still roaring, wildly flailing its two extremely twisted, stretched-out arms, trying to grab Ilya.

It turns out, this was a "human".

However, he is now vastly different from humans. His abdomen looks as if it has been ripped open, with the flesh turned inside out, revealing two sickle-shaped limbs. His arms have also become quite horrifying, resembling the legs of a cheap mantis, with sharp bone blades stained with sticky blood!

"Um?"

Ilya was slightly surprised, but she didn't stop what she was doing, clenching her fist and unleashing a powerful punch.

Snap!

The thing's head was blasted apart.

Red and white fluids flowed, but what was astonishing was that its body was still moving, as if it were immortal!

What is this?

This time, Ilya was truly shocked. How could a creature with its head smashed open still be moving?

But Alvin stared intently at the monster's appearance, and a sudden flash of inspiration struck him; a dormant memory resurfaced. "Its weakness lies in the joints between its limbs. Sever those joints!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ilya drew her Executioner Greatsword and cleanly severed the limbs of the still roaring and struggling monster!

This time, the monster finally stopped moving.

"I already know where I am." Alvin rubbed his temples; such obvious features were also awakening his past "nightmares."

"This is the 'Ishimura'!"