The wind on the battleship deck had yet to die down, carrying a stench of scorched earth, ionized metal, and some indescribable alien odor that went straight to the head.
Yoru casually shoved the battleship's control panel aside. It was covered in black grime from the boogers he had picked yesterday and stuck onto it, all sticky and disgusting.
He looked at the stolen "spherical Star Map" they had pried out of that alien battleship's core.
The thing glowed with an eerie deep-blue aura, its surface covered in dense golden tadpole-like symbols that made one's eyes swim.
"This damn ball is trickier than the treasures in that old man Ōnoki's house."
Yoru casually placed the box of Momoshiki's unwashed eyeballs atop the Star Map's base as a weight, producing a teeth-grating screech of metal against metal.
Red light flickered in his Mangekyō Sharingan as he desperately analyzed the spatial coordinates flowing across it, coordinates governed by some kind of higher-dimensional geometric logic.
It felt like forcing an elementary schooler who had not even learned all the pinyin to crack a cutting-edge quantum mechanics equation.
His scalp was about to explode.
"Lord Yoru, if we don't figure out this Star Map, our ship will be like a headless fly, crashing around in space."
Orochimaru moved closer.
His white lab coat was wrinkled like a lump of pickled vegetables, and an old bloodstain he had failed to wash out last night still clung to the collar, giving off a sour stink.
Orochimaru's golden snake eyes were fixed on the blue-glowing sphere. He extended his long tongue and licked his chapped, peeling lips, leaving behind a sticky wet trail.
"Before those Ōtsutsuki bastards died, they encrypted these coordinates five layers deep."
"If we force our way through it, we might blow the entire