The head of the research institute, accompanied by several high-ranking military and political officials dressed in Raylen military uniforms, walked over. An elderly man, seemingly leading the group, asked in a deep voice, "Any progress?"
The person in charge said helplessly, "There's been almost no progress. The technology contained in the alien spacecraft is too advanced for us to decipher. The parameters read by many instruments are constantly changing, which is completely illogical."
"Then copy some small parts; I only need the physical parts."
"I'm sorry, but the construction of many components is too bizarre. We don't even know what some of them are for. Many areas are covered in patterns, which we've copied, but nothing has happened, and the spaceship can't start..."
"Given huge sums of money every year, this is the answer you give me?" The elderly high-ranking official's eyes sharpened.
The person in charge wiped his sweat. "We've made some discoveries. Please follow me."
The group arrived at a transparent container filled with a pool of black liquid. The person in charge explained, "This appears to be the spaceship's energy oil. It's very dense and viscous. Under a microscope, the oil molecules exhibit characteristics of microorganisms, spontaneously generating energy. The specific process involves molecules self-dividing and multiplying while maintaining their original volume. The divided parts evaporate and dissipate, releasing energy. The process is completely automatic, meaning it creates energy out of thin air, which is incredible. We believe this is a recyclable alien energy oil. If self-replication can continue Infinite, theoretically, it could generate an Infinite of energy. We are currently researching the specific principles."
Inside the transparent container, the black liquid slowly writhed, causing the elderly man on the high-ranking position to frown.
How can it move on its own? Is it alive?
"This is probably due to proliferation. It has the characteristics of microorganisms, but it lacks a nervous system, so it has no consciousness, only some irritability. This puddle of engine oil is like a colony."
Because it's alien technology, researchers can accept all sorts of anomalies. The person in charge added, "We've tested it; it's completely non-radioactive and non-toxic. We even had death row inmates experiment on it, letting them come into physical contact with the oil, and the subsequent medical examinations showed no abnormalities."
The elderly man nodded, and the group walked to the side.
One of them said in a deep voice, "The progress is still too slow. Our research time and resources are limited. We can't keep it from the Goddora Civilization indefinitely. It would be best to deduce the physical object as soon as possible."
"But this is a technical bottleneck, and it's not so easy to overcome." The person in charge hesitated, "Unless... someone knowledgeable can help."
Several high-ranking officials exchanged glances, their eyes flickering, and they all thought of the same person.
"That missing Goddora man... he must have known about these technologies."
"If we can find him, we'll not only be able to give an explanation to the Goddora Civilization, but we can also use helping him repair his spaceship as an excuse to learn some of his technology."
The elderly high-ranking official looked at the intelligence agency's top brass and asked, "How are your negotiations with the Dark Net going? When will Han Xiao hand him over?"
The intelligence chief said coldly, "He has consistently refused to respond, and the Dark Net has been making excuses."
"He's courting death!" the elder elder roared. "This concerns the future of the entire planet; he's crossed the line! A civilian organization dares to protect him? They're courting death!"
Should we send someone to carry out the operation?
"Hmph, Southern Continent is Stardragon and Hesla's territory. He thinks we don't want to leak information? Heh, he underestimates us."
The senior official said in a deep voice, "The top leadership has ordered that the missing investigators be brought back at all costs. They are willing to contact other countries to put pressure on the Dark Net."
Raylen originally planned to take violent action, but considering the safety of the Goddora investigators and Han Xiao's personal combat capabilities, this path was not feasible. The only way was to get the Dark Net to voluntarily hand over the person, so it was necessary to win over other regimes to exert pressure and force them to surrender.
Although Raylen was reluctant to let other countries know that they possessed spaceships, such concerns were insignificant compared to the overall situation of the planet. Of course, the condition for cooperation would most likely be that other countries would also join in the spaceship research. After all, they hadn't made any progress, and perhaps working together would maximize their benefits, provided that they promised to share their research results.
This was also a compromise on Han Xiao's personal combat strength, so it's understandable why Raylen resented him.
Originally, she was happy to be transported back to China with her spaceship, and to flirt and Goddora. But then Old Han from next door interfered and stole her away. Raylen felt like a forest had grown on her head, the lush green color matching her mood exactly.
"The higher-ups are already contacting other national leaders. The Dark Net doesn't take Raylen seriously. Let's see if they can withstand the pressure from all Six Nations. And Han Xiao, he thinks he's the strongest on the planet, that no one can do anything to him, and that he can do whatever he wants because of his past contributions."
Hopefully, this lesson will teach him a lesson he doesn't deserve to covet certain benefits.
The elderly man in the high-ranking position sneered.
Players in the Sanctuary have all accepted the [The Last Stand] quest, which appears to be a future main storyline reward pool, and many other players have come specifically to participate.
The prize pool accumulated to an astronomical figure, satisfying Han Xiao's needs for a certain number of people. As more and more people discussed it, the mystery surrounding Han Xiao intensified.
The day of the tour group's arrival was fast approaching.
"Beep beep--"
The interstellar communicator rang, a new message from the Short Horn Star travel group. They would arrive in the orbit of Planet Aquamarine tomorrow, reminding passengers to prepare their luggage. The boarding location would be determined by the communicator, and Han Xiao could choose whichever place he wanted.
"We're almost there."
Han Xiao suddenly stood up, a surge of excitement hitting his heart. Memories of his past life in the interstellar world surfaced like boiling water, one bubble after another.
The vast universe, civilization after civilization, powerful protagonists, countless races, interstellar warships, and the constant turmoil and danger in the book... the memories come alive again.
Interstellar space is the future. Entering it early lays the foundation for the future, allowing for greater growth within the starry sky. Future version events will also take place in the Galaxy.
Han Xiao calmed himself down, thinking to himself, "Preparations are complete. Dozens of teammates have been selected, equipment and supplies are packed, and we won't have to worry about lacking experience points for a long time. All miscellaneous tasks have been taken care of..."
His accumulation on Planet Aquamarine is the foundation for interstellar development.
Dawn breaks.
The roar of engines shattered the tranquility of the Sanctuary. A convoy of heavy trucks roared down the main road, heading towards the gate. Players and passersby on the street all turned to look.
The insignia on the vehicle indicated that it belonged to a unit directly under the Sanctuary's higher command. Only the person in charge Han Xiao, could be mobilized. The player's heart skipped a beat, realizing something, and he followed behind the convoy.
The news spread quickly, reaching all the players in the Sanctuary. They rushed towards the direction the convoy was heading from all directions, forming huge streams of people who walked out of the Sanctuary's protective walls and onto the vast, reddish-brown plains outside.