Aftermath of War [End of Volume]

The universe was cold.

An absolute cold, cold enough to freeze the soul.

Chu Hang floated in the darkness, surrounded by the metal wreckage left behind after the mothership's explosion, like a silent graveyard. He had been drifting there for who knew how long. Time had lost all meaning.

He wasn't dead.

The [Adaptive Armor] covering his body had automatically switched to life-support mode the instant the wormhole closed, clinging to him like a second skin and shielding him from the vacuum and deadly cosmic radiation. The energy of [Binary] within him was his only source of heat, like an eternal furnace that continuously kept his body warm.

He was just trapped.

He tried to sense Earth's direction, but it was too far away. On the vast scale of the universe, Earth was merely an inconspicuous speck of dust among countless stars. No matter how far his [Spatial Perception] could reach, it couldn't cover such a distance.

Fly back directly? Don't make him laugh. Even if he could travel at light speed, reaching the nearest galaxy would take years, let alone finding the Milky Way, then the Solar System, and finally Earth. By the time he got back, several generations on Earth would probably have come and gone.

"Fuck."

Chu Hang cursed inwardly. Since coming to this world, this was the first time he had felt truly powerless. It wasn't that he couldn't win a fight. There was simply nowhere to fight.

He wasn't an omnipotent god. He was merely an ordinary person who possessed great power.

And now, he had been thrown into an unfamiliar place without even a map.

He forced himself to calm down. Panic wouldn't solve anything.

He closed his eyes and sank all his senses into his understanding of space. Since he couldn't fly back,