On a certain drifting meteorite.
Welt tied his trouser waistband and slowly walked out from the rust-colored pile of stones: "Pardon my unseemly appearance."
The two of them boarded the small spacecraft once more. Welt grasped the control sticks with both hands and pushed them forward.
"Whoosh~"
The spacecraft streaked forward like a beam of light, traveling through the cosmos.
Yan Huan calculated the time; the two of them had probably been flying through the galaxy for two hours.
"Little comrade, how much further?"
"It should be soon now."
Welt said earnestly:
"In about another eight system-hours, we'll reach that Death Star."
"?"
"Eight hours?"
Hearing this, Yan Huan quietly unbuckled his safety belt.
Welt tilted his head: "?"
"Mr. Yan Huan, what are you doing?"
"Not wearing a safety belt is very dangerous."
"Time and tide wait for no man." Yan Huan reached his hand out in front of Welt and unbuckled his belt as well.
"?"
"No, are you really that eager to court death?"
Watching blankly as his own safety belt was also unbuckled, Welt tried to pull his hand back to fasten it again, only to find that his perspective had grown higher.
As it turned out, he had already been hoisted up by Yan Huan.
"Wait, wait, wait... Mr. Yan Huan, what are you opening the cabin door for?"
"To pick up the pace for our iceberg."
"?"
"Do you still remember the direction?"
"I remember it."
"Point it out."
"Right there, it should be that way."
"Alright."
"Boom--!!"
A stream of light flashed past, and the two figures vanished in an instant.
Countless floating meteorites blocking the path were smashed into fine powder by the streak of light.
"Ahhhhhhh--!!"
Feeling the terrifying airflow surging around him, Welt almost passed out.
"Mr. Yan Huan,