Food Synthesizer!

"These are—" Lu Chi felt as though his voice was drifting. "They're much bigger than those silver shadows flying so fast outside."

"Those outside are just small shuttles used for errands near Harbor Station. These are spacecraft." Luo Wen led them through a passage marked with yellow dashed lines. "Shuttles can only fly over a planet's surface or within its atmosphere. These ships are for traveling through the stars. The one we took here is parked on the top deck. It's a company vessel—fast, but not very comfortable. Next, we'll be taking my own ship."

Ning Xiaohe stayed close behind Luo Wen, her gaze shifting from a red triangular spacecraft to his back. "Mr. Luo, your own ship? Like how the nobles and officials in the Imperial Capital all have their own carriages?"

"More or less." Luo Wen smiled. "But carriages can't go very far in a place like this. We're here."

Luo Wen stopped. Before them stood a spacecraft with a dark, black sheen across its entire body. It resembled an inverted dagger without a guard, its streamlined exterior utterly seamless, without a trace of unnecessary joins. Its surface was not smooth, but covered in fine, scale-like dark patterns.

"This is the Obsidian. For a long time to come, it will be our home." Luo Wen raised a hand toward the ship.

A red light suddenly lit up beneath the ship. Then, a metal panel that had fit perfectly into place flipped downward, extending into a stairway that settled steadily onto the ground.

"Welcome home, Master Luo Wen." A deep male voice came from inside the ship. This voice sounded far more real than the one that had opened the door earlier, even carrying a hint of respect.

Lu Chi jumped and took half a step back, stepping on