This book is purely fictional. Please do not apply it to reality.
The night sky was like the sea, magnificent and breathtaking.
Brilliant stars flickered in and out of sight, echoing one another.
But at that moment, a rotating black hole quietly emerged.
It expanded at incredible speed as it devoured the points of light in the starry sky. Beginning with meteoroids, it eventually evolved into something that could consume entire planets.
A black hole was the uncrowned king of the universe.
Any matter caught by its gravity could not escape its pull.
A Cross spaceship in motion was utterly insignificant.
Inside the cockpit.
A youth with sharp, stern features and panicked eyes sat drenched in sweat in the pilot's seat. Dressed in a cream-colored outfit trimmed with gold, he continuously operated the spaceship, trying to open a spatial wormhole and perform a Space Jump.
But inside the flagship, glaring red lights flashed without pause, accompanied by urgent alarms.
They reminded the youth that his efforts were useless.
"Whoo!"
Facing the black hole that devoured everything ahead, the youth took a deep breath and adjusted his posture. Watching the black hole draw closer and closer, he activated an Interstellar Projection inside the spaceship.
He knew all too well that once he was caught by the black hole's gravity, all he could do was wait for death.
In the current universe,
no one and no civilization could deal with a black hole, much less break one down.
"Little guy, you haven't called me in a long time!"
Inside the Cross spaceship of the youth's flagship, a projection appeared of a lazy, incredibly noble-looking beauty soaking in a bath. Her tone was full of teasing.
"Teacher, I seem to have run into some trouble."
The youth wiped the sweat from his forehead and maintained his composure.
"Run into trouble? How interesting. Did you encounter a Fourth Generation Divine Body? Even if you can't beat it, with your speed, you should have no trouble escaping. There's no need to be so frightened that you call your parents!"
Hearing this, the lazy beauty bathing was amused by the youth's words.
Couldn't beat it? There was no need to be so frightened that he called his parents, right?
"Teacher, this isn't a matter of whether I can beat it or not. I can't escape!"
The youth looked helplessly at his teacher's Interstellar Projection.
No one in the universe could beat this black hole, all right?
"You can't run? Were you captured by the King of Angels? Go back and find a beautiful angel to be your wife!"
The lazy beauty in the bath teased him helplessly.
"Can't you be serious for once?"
Black lines appeared on the youth's forehead. He said, "Give me a definite answer. If I die, can I be resurrected?"
"Your Super Gene cannot be copied. I told you that before. So when it's time to admit defeat, admit defeat. Tell me where you are. I'll go collect you. You really know how to cause trouble for me."
Upon hearing this, the lazy beauty in the bath shut off the Interstellar Projection, and her voice rang out inside the cockpit.
But soon, the Interstellar Projection flickered again. The beauty had already changed into an elegant palace gown.
"Take a look!"
The youth swallowed and pointed toward the scene outside the spaceship.
"Oh my god, that, that..."
Following the direction the youth pointed, the palace-gowned beauty was frightened speechless.
My god.
That was a black hole.
"Do you need me to contact them for you?"
In the end, the palace-gowned beauty could only say this.
She had just checked.
This kid had already traveled tens of thousands of star systems and was more than five billion light-years away. How could she save him?
"No need."
The youth heard what the palace-gowned beauty said, and disappointment appeared in his eyes.
In more than a thousand years, the number of times they had met was fewer than five.
And every time they met, she treated him coldly.
"Goodbye, Teacher!"
The black hole's pull grew stronger and stronger. The youth took a deep breath, accelerated the spaceship, and charged into the black hole.
Every second he held on was torment to his heart.
"Yun'er!"
A black hole's nature was to devour and disintegrate.
The instant the youth's spaceship entered the black hole, its powerful devouring force broke it down into particles.
Even with his formidable Super Gene, he could not withstand the black hole's devouring force.
The resplendent starry sky was too beautiful and magnificent to be described in words.
Before it,
you would always feel like an insignificant ant, or even less than an ant.
It was like a child looking up at a mountain that human strength could never climb.
"What are you doing here?"
A bold female voice sounded beside him.
The youth was gazing at the starry sky and recalling the past. He paid no attention to the owner of the voice beside him.
"Hey, you brat, how dare you ignore me? Are you looking for a beating?"
A fair arm, white as a lotus root, reached over and hooked around the youth's neck. The girl spoke fiercely.
The youth's face was smooth and fair, with distinct, chiseled features. His dark, deep eyes gleamed with an alluring radiance. His thick brows, high nose, and perfectly shaped lips all proclaimed nobility and elegance. His glossy black hair was styled in the slicked-back fashion worn by an actor in the movie God of Gamblers several decades ago.
The girl with her arm around the youth's neck looked like a little street punk. She wore a buzz cut, earrings, a halter tube top, and jeans that barely covered her thighs—a thoroughly delinquent outfit that gave her the feeling of a sexy Pepper Potts.
"Is something wrong?"
The youth's gaze remained fixed on the Sea of Stars dotted with Fanxing overhead. Longing and fascination filled his eyes as he spoke unhurriedly.
"You brat, you finally answered me? Come on, let's go have some fun at a bar!"
The buzz-cut girl, dressed like a street punk, kept her arm around the youth's neck and said, "Dad has something to do tonight. Let's go out and have some fun."
"I don't want to go."
The youth shook his head and rejected his older sister's offer.
"Let's go!"
Before the lively girl, who looked like a street punk, could say anything else, a cold voice rang out, as though it kept people a thousand miles away. There was a faintly unquestionable tone in it.
"Today is your birthday. Dad approved our going to a bar to celebrate it with you."
The owner of the cold voice slowly appeared in the youth's field of vision.
She had skin whiter than snow and eyes as clear as a spring. Every glance and movement carried an elegant, noble air that captivated people and made them feel ashamed of themselves, as if they dared not profane her. Yet beneath her cold pride and liveliness lay a seductive charm that made it impossible not to yearn for her. She wore a black bra, with a blue garment resembling an ancient-style dudou over it. A strap like one from a woman's bra was tied around her neck, while her lower body was clad in trousers. Her silver hair was tied into a ponytail, adding even more cold beauty to her appearance.
"Your birthday?"
Hearing the woman's words, memories inevitably surfaced in the youth's eyes. He said, "All right."
"See? What our sister says really works."
The short-haired girl beside him, still hooking an arm around his neck, spoke jealously. "When will you listen to your sister just once, little brother? Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"Let's go!"
The silver-ponytailed woman, whose face seemed beautiful enough to overthrow the world, glanced coldly at the two of them and walked ahead.
The ground around them was highly futuristic.
The road was not asphalt but specialized flooring with a sci-fi design.
It was smooth and flat, like a screen.
"Honestly, I give up on you two. One of you is taciturn and the other is cold and stern. I really don't know who you learned that from."
The short-haired girl looked helplessly at her older sister and younger brother.
In response,
no one answered the short-haired girl.
The cold and aloof woman walking ahead turned back indifferently and said, "If you can't keep that mouth of yours shut, you'd better stay home obediently."
"All right."
Hearing her cold and aloof older sister's threat, the short-haired woman immediately shut her mouth.
The youth, whose neck was being held, kept his head lowered and thought about things.
It was as if none of this had anything to do with him.
"Brat, don't just keep thinking! You're always acting like a mute. No wonder you still haven't found a girlfriend at your age. Looks like the Old Hu Family is going to die out."
Seeing that the youth, who was always as quiet as a gourd, remained the same, the short-haired girl reached out and ruffled his hair, sighing.
"Shut up."
The cold and proud woman walking ahead heard what her younger sister said and looked at her unpleasantly. "What have I told you? Can't you keep that mouth of yours shut? You're like a madwoman all day long. I really don't know what to do with you. At this rate, you'll have trouble getting married."
"Fine, I won't say anything. Is that good enough?"
Seeing her older sister like this, the short-haired girl stopped babbling. She hooked her arm around the youth's neck and followed behind the cold, proud woman, carefree, on their way to the bar.
She had finally found an excuse to go to a bar by using her younger brother's birthday. She couldn't let her older sister send her home before they even arrived.
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At night.
10:00 p.m. sharp.
One man and two women slowly emerged from the bar.
The short-haired girl and the cold, proud woman had faint blushes on their faces. Only the youth's expression remained normal, and there was not even a trace of alcohol on him.
However, his body was covered in white cream.
"I-I'll tell you, little brother, if you don't drink, you'll never find a girlfriend. A lot of women these days drink and smoke. If you don't drink or smoke, you can't fit into this circle."
The short-haired girl was clearly drunk. She pointed at the youth and lectured him, "Look at our sister. She doesn't smoke or drink, so how can she have any femininity? Don't you agree?"
In response,
the youth remained the same. He simply lowered his head and thought about his own affairs, acting like a mute.
"Beep beep beep!"
At that moment,
an urgent horn sounded, and blinding high beams shone over.
For a moment,
the three of them were uncomfortable beneath the powerful headlights.
The heavy truck, as massive as a tank, charged toward the siblings like a raging bull, rumbling as it ran them down.
Its speed continued to rise rapidly.
Seeing this,
the short-haired girl and the silver-ponytailed, cold, proud woman were utterly stunned by the sight before them.
After all,
it was 2047, and human technology had advanced to the point where automobiles could reach speeds of more than 800 miles per hour.
At such a speed,
who could dodge a vehicle moving that fast?
"Look out!"
Once they came to their senses, the short-haired girl's and the ponytailed woman's drunkenness largely vanished. Both reached out, preparing to shove their younger brother away.
"Bang."
The collision and the screech of tires scraping against the ground rang especially loudly through the darkness!