The blue-and-white warship spewed blue flames through the dim, frigid expanse of space. Its route had long been set. After traveling a certain distance, the warship would suddenly vanish, only to reappear tens of thousands of kilometers away. The jump technology of small warships was strictly limited by the interstellar environment, so jumps could only be initiated within fixed, safe starfields.
Inside the warship, Ye Luo sat at the captain's console, lightly sipping the coffee Angelina had made for him. His eyes remained fixed on the starlit universe beyond, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Caroline sat to the left with a book in her hands, her brows sometimes drawn tight and sometimes relaxing. Avril lay in the co-pilot's seat, browsing the interstellar network. Chirp sat on Ye Luo's lap, idly picking at its fur. From time to time, it raised its head to look at Caroline, Ye Luo, or Angelina, who was fiddling with the coffee machine. Ever since Angelina and the other girls had learned from Guang Yuxing what beverage machines were for, Ye Luo had become the one with the best fortune when it came to food and drink.
Farol woke from a deep sleep and made his way to the bridge command room. Traveling through space was actually quite boring. It was like flying on an airplane—perhaps the first, second, or third time would leave you excited for the entire journey, as though you had taken drugs. But by the fourth or fifth trip, once the novelty wore off, you would grow drowsy. Thus, after setting their course, many people chose to enter hibernation to endure the journey. Some scientists had even proposed that if living beings traveling through the universe remained dormant in sleep chambers, the lifespan they consumed during the trip would