Miraculously, the ship really did rise through the column of water, shooting straight into the sky!
The process seemed long, but actually took less than thirty minutes.
The entire ship broke through a hazy layer of mist, cleared the water completely, and reached the sky!
The rocking stopped.
The ship came to rest steadily beside a shore atop the clouds.
The sound of the all-clear slowly rang out.
Yang Yong and the others let out long sighs of relief, their bodies already drenched in cold sweat.
After an unknown amount of time, someone opened the cabin door.
The person who entered was neither the man drying fish nor Captain Yu Gang, but a youth dressed in a standard uniform.
The youth wore a rigid expression and spoke in an official tone, giving everyone a slight nod.
"Hello. Welcome to Sky Base."
Yang Yong suppressed the turmoil in his heart, stepped forward with a sharp gaze, and asked directly:
"Who are you?"
Yang Yong stared at the uniformed youth before him, his gaze as sharp as a blade.
There was no expression on the youth's face. He was as stiff as an intricately crafted doll.
"I am Sky Base receptionist number 073."
He lowered his head slightly, his voice utterly level. "By order of Commander Ye, I am here to guide you through registration and assign your living quarters."
Registration?
Assign living quarters?
Cao Xianming adjusted his glasses, alarm bells ringing in his mind.
This attitude, this tone, this eerily standardized procedure...
This wasn't welcoming survivors. It was clearly taking inventory of objects.
Keeping his expression unchanged, he stepped forward. "Our vehicles and supplies are still on the ship below. Do we need to bring them up too?"
"No."
073 raised his eyes and swept his gaze over them. "All outside