Damn it!!
I'd been trapped on Penacony by the Masked Fool!!!
"Masked Fool!!!"
A terrifying voice drifted through the air like a venomous roar.
Miss Thrush: What Am I Doing? How Would I Know?
Stellar Rail.
A miracle left behind by the God of Trailblaze.
The cosmic space of the Stellar Iron Universe was exceptionally abstract—every planet was surrounded by endless Imaginary Barriers.
Trying to chart a course through this goddamn environment was no longer something warp travel and jumps could solve.
What was needed was control over Imaginary Energy.
In other words, without the Stellar Rail, ordinary people in the Stellar Iron Universe practically had no ability to traverse the cosmos or explore the unknown.
And repairing the Stellar Rail was clearly not something that could be resolved anytime soon.
So, while Brother Zhou Tian was glaring so hard his eyes nearly split open, trapped on Penacony like a cricket, what was Miss Thrush doing?
The answer was...
"Thank you all for coming to support us."
In a basement that looked shabby—and truly was shabby—the famed singer of the star sea bowed to the scant handful of people present.
Then came a round of applause.
—The Doctor and Ruan Mei clapped along with great awareness of the atmosphere.
"The drummer, guitarist, and singer were starting to look coordinated. As for the bassist's purpose, all I can say is that he existed."
Herta's assessment was, as always, incapable of producing ivory from a dog's mouth.
The soul of the band. Russell unhesitatingly gave Herta the middle finger.
If Brother Zhou Tian's Script was StarCraft, then Miss Thrush and a certain someone's Script was Spring Day Shadow.
The difference was manageable when not compared, but once they were put side by side, it was hard not to feel utterly ridiculous.
"You