Yat carefully maneuvered the spacecraft, hoping to pass smoothly through this bizarre interference zone.

However, as time went by, one hour, two hours, even three hours had passed, and Yat was not sure where exactly he was within this area. The data on the detector was increasingly unsettling; there was no sign of this interference weakening in the slightest.

"Damn it, what have I encountered?" Yat anxiously muttered to himself. He never expected to encounter such a tricky problem on his first solo flight.

Looking at the values on the detector, he couldn't even tell if he was heading in the right direction.

"If I had known, I would have waited for this fluctuation to pass before proceeding." Yat grumbled in frustration, but he could only grit his teeth and continue driving in the determined direction.

"Beep, beep, beep..." Suddenly, many red dots appeared on the silent detector.

Yat stared blankly at these suddenly appearing red dots, feeling a bit dazed for a moment.

"Why are there suddenly so many spaceships gathered here? Could it be that they, like me, accidentally entered this area and got trapped?" Yat muttered, his hands not stopping, already slowing down the speed of the spacecraft.

"Warning! Warning! A large number of objects are detected rapidly moving towards our spacecraft. Based on the thermal energy response, they are judged to be spaceships. Should we change course to avoid them?" The cold electronic voice echoed in the small cockpit, sounding particularly harsh.

Knowing that the incoming objects were spaceships, Yat's heart relaxed slightly. After all, there should be no pirates in the solar system. These people were most likely the Federation's patrol fleet, or unlucky explorers like himself. Whichever it was, they were very likely to help him get out of this predicament.

"Try to call those ships." Yat gave the command with hope. No matter who the other party was, getting help was always a good thing. Even if they were also lost, unfortunate fellows, having several ships together was better than fighting alone.

"Ships ahead, hello, requesting to establish communication."

"Ships ahead, hello, I accidentally entered here and now need help. Requesting to establish communication."

Yat repeated the call again and again, his tone growing more and more anxious, but the only response was dead silence.

His heart sank again, his eyes staring at the continuously approaching red dots on the radar, already considering whether to turn back.

"Can we observe the identification markings on the other party's hull? I need to figure out their identity." Yat asked the system, hoping to determine the other party's identity through the markings. He had a vague bad feeling in his heart.

Although some small pirate groups would disguise themselves as ordinary ships to rob passing spacecraft, this was the solar system, the core area of the Federation of Free Wings government, where no space pirates were allowed to exist.

"Too far away, unable to observe." The electronic voice answered coldly. Yat felt that he could no longer wait like this. He made a decisive decision, turned the ship around, and let the spacecraft move slowly, slightly slower than the fleet approaching from behind. This way, even if the worst situation occurred, he could still buy himself a little time to escape.

The dozen or so flashing red dots on the radar suddenly accelerated, dispersing and surrounding him like a wolf pack hunting.

Looking at those flashing red dots approaching at an extremely fast speed, Yat's forehead had already begun to sweat. He could be certain that what he had encountered was by no means a friendly force, but the dreaded space pirates!

"This is impossible... How can there be pirates in the solar system?!" He muttered to himself, his voice trembling. However, years of playing the Galaxy game had made him subconsciously control the spacecraft to accelerate and escape even in this situation.

The engines of the Explorer roared loudly under Yat's frantic acceleration, and the hull shook violently as if it would fall apart at any second. Even so, it was still unable to shake off the relentless pursuit of the pirate ships behind.

"Warning! Warning! We are about to be surrounded by twelve ships. The enemy fleet is releasing jamming electromagnetic waves. The communication system and positioning system cannot be activated. Should we..." Obviously, the interference had already begun to affect the main system, and the electronic voice had started to become intermittent.

Yat was well aware that with the Explorer's maneuverability, there was nowhere to escape in this unknown area. The only hope now was to break out as soon as possible, escape the range of interference, and then immediately initiate a space jump!

"Under... attack... damage... percent... five..."

"Damn it, damn it." Yat stared at the constantly decreasing shield energy on the screen, watching helplessly as it drained bit by bit, as if watching his own life counting down.

If he couldn't break out of this interference zone quickly, once the shield energy was exhausted, the only thing waiting for him was a dead end.

The ship under attack was swaying more and more violently, as if it would fall apart at any moment. Inside the ship, the indicator lights of various instruments were all emitting a dazzling red light, illuminating the entire cabin in red.

Yat gritted his teeth and made a crazy decision—to forcibly initiate a space jump before the shield energy was exhausted!

"Warning! Warning! The... space jump path... you selected... has unstable factors. It is... recommended to... immediately change the path!" The electronic synthesized voice sounded the warning again.

"Shut up! I don't have time to listen to your nagging now!" Yat shouted, his hand movements becoming even faster. Looking at the shield energy that was about to be exhausted, he took a deep breath, prepared to be impacted by the space turbulence, and resolutely pressed the activation button with his right hand.

"Space... jump countdown... three... two... one..." Accompanied by a violent jolt, the Explorer disappeared into the vast space.

At the same time, the man commanding the pirate fleet from behind was sitting in a wide chair, leisurely savoring the fine wine in his hand.

"Boss, the target has entered space transition. Should we immediately jump to pursue?" A subordinate asked urgently through the communication channel.

However, the man sitting in the command chair leisurely picked up the wine glass beside him, took a light sip, and seemed completely unconcerned about the target's escape.

"No need, let him go."

"But boss, what if he..."

"What if what?" The man glanced at his subordinate indifferently. "We have more important things to do. It's just a fly that accidentally flew in. Why waste effort?" As soon as the man finished speaking, a huge energy signal suddenly appeared on the radar. Immediately after, a huge black gap opened up in the void, and a massive black warship slowly emerged.

"Boss, it's the Dark Supremacy!"

"Heh, it seems that old thing has finally arrived." The man laughed coldly. "Pass on my order. All personnel, be on alert and prepare to welcome the guest."

The command room instantly became busy. No one cared about that unfortunate little fly that had stumbled in anymore. Everyone's attention was focused on the slowly approaching Dark Supremacy...

On the other side, Yat, who had already entered the space transition channel, did not escape the danger as he had wished.

"Warning! Warning! The space transition channel is severely distorted. The spacecraft has deviated from the predetermined path. Please correct immediately!"

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Yat desperately hit the console, trying to regain control of the spacecraft, but nothing helped. The spacecraft had completely lost control.

The violent jolts made the entire spacecraft creak and groan. Various instruments flashed crazily, and alarm sounds rose one after another.

Suddenly, a dazzling light filled the entire cockpit, followed by a fierce impact. Yat, who was sitting in the pilot's seat, heavily hit the console, and the impact caused him to lose consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, perhaps it was the pain that awakened Yat's consciousness. He struggled to open his eyes, feeling that even breathing had become extremely difficult.

"Where... am I?" A hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat. Yat tried to get up, but a heart-wrenching pain almost made him faint again.

Taking a few deep breaths, Yat gritted his teeth and endured the pain, carefully crawling up from the pilot's seat.

The cockpit was a mess, with ruptured circuits and sparking circuit boards everywhere. Evidently, the spacecraft had been severely damaged in the previous impact. Even worse, the red light of the life support system was flashing crazily in the corner, emitting an unsettling beeping sound.

"Oh no... If this continues, it won't be long before I die of suffocation!" Yat's face was as white as paper, realizing that he had to escape this time bomb as soon as possible.

Ignoring the pain from his wounds, Yat forced himself to stand up, limping over to the storage cabinet and pulling out a spacesuit.

Because the Explorer was a civilian spacecraft, there was no medical cabin on board, only a basic medical kit. Yat could only simply bandage his wounds before hurriedly putting on the spacesuit.

"Open the cabin door." Yat issued the command to the system, but the only response was the "buzzing" sound of the circuits.

Yat, enduring the discomfort of his body, fumbled for the emergency button of the door lock and slammed the switch hard. After a series of mechanical noises, the surroundings once again fell into the previous silence.

"It can't be this unlucky, right?" Yat seemed to be venting his recent experiences, fiercely kicking the door. A teeth-grinding mechanical noise sounded, and the cabin door actually opened a crack.

Turning sideways, Yat struggled out of the cabin door through that small gap. A "creak creak" sound came from under his feet. Looking down, it turned out to be a patch of soft soil.

Following the trail of the soil, the bow of the Explorer had already plunged deep into the ground not far away, with almost half of it buried underground.

Looking at the dilapidated wreckage, Yat thought to himself: If Dad knew that the spacecraft he bought for me had turned into this in less than twenty-four hours, I wonder what expression would appear on Dad's face.

He looked around. Under the dim light, he could only see a desolate scene. The dark red land stretched to the end of his vision, forming a bizarre red desert. The lead-gray sky hung low, almost touching the horizon. There was no vegetation, not a trace of life, as if he was in the realm of death.

"What kind of hellish place have I fallen into?" Yat trembled as he looked into the dark distance, a strong unease rising from the bottom of his heart.

Yat trudged heavily, struggling through the red desert. Every step seemed to exhaust all his strength, and the soft soil beneath his feet felt like it was about to swallow him, dragging down his forward steps.

He didn't know how long he had been walking or how far he had actually traveled.

In this desolate wasteland, time and distance seemed to have lost their meaning.

The surrounding scenery was so monotonous that it was despair-inducing. No matter how far he walked, all he could see was the unchanging red soil and the gloomy sky.

"Where on earth is this place? Why is there not even a hint of life?" Yat muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the vast wilderness, sounding particularly tiny and helpless.

He had already used the portable device on his protective suit to test the air quality here. Surprisingly, the air here met the standard for direct inhalation.

He looked back and saw that the wreckage of the Explorer had been left far behind, only a small black dot visible on the red horizon.

Yat knew that he had no way back and could only keep moving forward to find that glimmer of hope for survival.

Each step became more and more difficult, and Yat felt as if his legs were filled with lead, extremely heavy.

The intense pain from his wounds reminded him that everything he had experienced before was not a dream.

"Ah!" With a stumble, Yat fell heavily to the ground. Sand choked his mouth and nose, making him cough violently. Bright red blood mixed with saliva was particularly striking on the dark red soil.

"I can't fall like this... I can't die here yet..." Yat gritted his teeth and forced himself up.

Every movement pulled at his wounds, and the pain was like sharp knives cutting back and forth across his body.

Sweat blurred his vision, and his breathing became rapid and heavy.

Yat felt his consciousness gradually blurring, and his body was getting heavier and heavier, as if he might collapse again at any moment.

Just as he was about to give up, a faint light suddenly caught his eye.

Although the light was weak, it appeared exceptionally bright in this dark wasteland!

"Is that... a light?" Yat couldn't believe his eyes.

On this deathly still planet, there was actually the existence of light? What did this mean? A spacecraft? A building? Or... human beings?

The appearance of the light rekindled a spark of hope in his originally desperate heart.

If there were really people there, he could be rescued!

Taking a deep breath, Yat once again took heavy steps towards the direction of the light.

Each step felt like walking on the edge of a knife, and each breath felt like being tormented in flames. But Yat clenched his teeth and wouldn't allow himself to stop! That was the hope for life!

"I want to survive... I must survive..." This belief supported him, step by step, moving towards that light.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, when Yat looked up at that place again, he smiled. Yes, he had guessed correctly. The light he saw earlier was indeed from the body of a spacecraft.

Just now, a huge cargo ship had taken off from between the towering mountains there.

As he got closer, Yat realized that the mountains he had seen earlier were actually various abandoned mechanical parts and damaged ship wreckage.

"Is this... a junkyard?" Yat stared at the hundreds of meters high metal junk pile in front of him, unable to believe his eyes.

Why would there be such a massive accumulation of garbage on a planet that seemed uninhabited?

A terrible thought crossed his mind, making Yat feel a chill down his spine.

"Could it be... that this is a planet specifically for disposing of garbage? Those abandoned ships and machines were all transported here from other places to be discarded?"

If that was the case, then...

Despair once again shrouded Yat. He suddenly realized that those huge ships transporting the garbage were all unmanned. They would only follow orders, dumping the garbage here from elsewhere and then returning. They didn't even need to land; the garbage was directly released from the waste discharge port at the bottom of the ship onto the ground.

Just as Yat was about to lose all hope, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a peculiar object. Behind the distant garbage mountain, the outline of a building could be vaguely seen.

"A building? In a place like this?" Yat's eyes widened in disbelief, and a glimmer of hope reignited in his heart.

If there was indeed a building there, did that mean this place was not entirely uninhabited, but that someone lived or worked here?

This thought made Yat feel a surge of excitement. Perhaps there were people or resources there that could help him, giving him a chance to survive!

Ignoring the pain from his wounds, Yat quickened his pace and headed towards the building.

When Yat finally reached the front of the building, he found that it was a factory that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

The heavy metal door was tightly closed, and the walls were full of rust and scratches, exuding an atmosphere of dilapidation and desolation.

Yat hesitated for a moment but still mustered up the courage to knock on that cold metal door.

The knocking sound of "thump thump" echoed in the empty ruins, sounding particularly eerie.

Unexpectedly, with a grating metallic sound, the seemingly impenetrable door slowly opened a crack. Dust swirled in the gap, bringing a foul musty smell that made him cough.

Yat took a deep breath and carefully squeezed through the crack.

"Is anyone there?" Yat called out tentatively, his voice echoing in the empty factory, but receiving no response.

All around was dead silence, only the sound of the wind passing through the damaged walls, making a "whoo whoo" sound like someone wailing.

Yat carefully squeezed through the narrow door crack. The ground beneath his feet was full of potholes, debris, and rubble everywhere.

With the help of the faint light from his helmet, Yat could barely make out his surroundings.

This seemed to be a large warehouse that had been abandoned for a long time, with rusty old server terminals almost filling the entire space.

The air was permeated with an indescribably strange smell, a mixture of metal and chemicals that made one feel nauseous.

"What's that?" Yat narrowed his eyes, trying to make out the flickering light spot.

With the help of the faint light, he found that it seemed to be an old signboard, with the text on it already blurred. He could roughly make out the words "Central **Room".

"Central? Room? Could it be the central control room?" With this glimmer of hope, Yat ignored the pain from his wounds and walked in the direction indicated by the signboard.

Stumbling all the way, Yat finally found the central control room.

Standing outside, it was difficult to see clearly what was inside through the dust-covered glass. When he pushed open the dust-laden door, the scene inside made his heart leap with joy.

The control room was not as dilapidated as the outside, but relatively intact.

A huge console occupied most of the room, covered with various buttons and switches.

Coming to the edge of the console, a prominent red button caught Yat's attention.

Above the button, a yellowed label was affixed with the words "Main Power" written on it.

After a moment of hesitation, Yat pressed it down. Instantly, a rumbling sound echoed throughout the control room. The sound of the old generator starting up was like the sound of a long-outdated gasoline car engine, which Yat had seen in a museum with a dedicated introductory video playing beside it.

As the sound rang out, the entire control room lit up. The dim room was instantly filled with dazzling light, forcing Yat to squint to adapt to this sudden brightness.

Various gauges and displays also flickered with colorful lights, and the buttons and switches on the console lit up, emitting faint "beep beep" sounds.

"Yes!" Yat excitedly punched the console, causing his wounds to once again send out unbearable pain.

Now that there was a light source, it was indeed a very good thing for Yat. He could go search for a medical room. With luck, he might even find other things that could help him.

However, Yat didn't know that the moment he pressed the power switch, his life was about to undergo an earth-shattering change.

Those server terminals that had been dormant for a long time, which Yat had seen as soon as he entered, flickered with a faint light once again.

Two long-dormant consciousness also awakened with the start-up of these servers.