Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!-Chapter 862 - 615 disappeared?

Bai E knew the players were efficient, but he hadn't expected them to be so fast.

They hadn't been out for long before figures returned—it was Kuang Xin and Gong Yan.

The two arrived hand in hand, bringing Bai E his favorite piece of news.

A player named "Painter" was willing to use himself as a beacon to guide the starship forward.

The target was already in place; action could be initiated at any moment.

"Good!"

Bai E rose in delight and immediately went to find Helen, "Prepare for departure once again!"

It had been only a day since Bai E and Feng Ling's previous attempt, and Helen hadn't expected the day for another launch to come so urgently.

But she never refused Bai E's orders.

Even with time pressing, she went without hesitation to make the final large-scale adjustments for passengers aboard the starship.

Another massive selection process among humans couldn't escape the attention of anyone keeping an eye out. Feng Ling, having heard the news, curiously sought out Bai E. "Mr. Bai, it's already being prepared so soon?"

This was a massive plan in which she herself participated—a plan where Bai E would pilot a solo, small vessel to a location confirmed to host an alien civilization. There, he would act as the beacon for this cosmic exploration.

But now...

"When we went out to explore last time, there were already people thinking of venturing off on their own to see what they could find. Over these past two days, they've returned word saying they discovered alien civilizations that could lead us forward."

"..." Feng Ling pressed her lips together, silently contemplative.

'Is this the power of humanity's unity as a species?'

In the face of an uncertain path, there existed people willing to cast their safety aside and resolutely pave a new road through the cosmos for their group's future.

Though Bai E spoke casually, heading into the vastness of the universe alone to explore—a task akin to seeking a single unique grain of sand within a desert—how many lives had paid the price to pursue this infinitesimal chance?

Through her everyday interactions and the opinions Yue Ying and others had voiced about Bai E, the human ruler, it was clear that Mr. Bai would never force his people to carry out commands that meant certain death.

Those individuals had all volunteered.

They must have known that failure meant dying utterly alone in the endless void of space—a lonely and tragic demise.

Even so, many still stepped forward relentlessly to forge the rare success seen today.

Humanity deserved to stand unyielding among the galactic stars!

When Feng Ling took the initiative to find Bai E, he smiled faintly. "In fact, I was just about to look for you. Now that I no longer need to personally steer the starship as its beacon, Prophet, would you be willing to join us in this exploration?"

Feng Ling pondered briefly, then nodded slightly, "I'll go."

The road ahead was unclear.

Since the seal shrouding the higher-dimensional space surrounding this planet broke open, her foresight abilities had been significantly weakened.

Confined to this planet, her growth had already reached a limit.

Facing the higher-dimensional space connected to the main universe, she could no longer glean fragments of the future from the rivers of time and space.

She had no idea what ending awaited her as she set out to explore the cosmos alongside humanity.

She didn't know where this human exploration fleet would ultimately go, nor what encounters awaited her.

She didn't know if she'd meet her kin among the universe, nor...what form her kin in the cosmos might take, or whether they'd accept her—a figure from a distant time and space.

Knowing more than the planet-bound Elf Race wouldn't make the future any clearer for her.

The more she knew, the more she didn't understand.

Marching into the unknown...well, it does bring a certain thrill.

...

On a distant ocean planet somewhere in the universe.

A figure wearing only basic oxygen equipment and lightweight protective gear was laboring in the muck, struggling in the midst of a mire.

Commanding massive mechanical claws to grab at the thick, sticky seabed sludge, sharp alarms occasionally pierced the air as foreign objects or overly viscous mud jammed the machinery.

Meanwhile, these figures navigating through the mire worked as mining laborers.

The so-called deep-sea miners were simply human tools aiding the operation of these machines, ensuring they wouldn't malfunction—a bitter, grueling existence.

No personal freedom, no future in sight.

One could either eventually be swallowed by the deep-sea sludge and become part of the seabed forever, or...choose a path of rebellion and face humiliating execution.

Their greatest solace lay in the sixteen hours of rest following eight hours of arduous labor, and the two-day escape to the upper-level entertainment zones every five days, where they could indulge freely without spending any money.

After all, even for black-market miners, their cost had to be taken into account.

This was the maximum labor intensity a human body could endure before breaking down...in this day and age, even black-market miners weren't so easy to find.

Such a life, for some native residents, was something they could grit their teeth through for a lifetime.

But for players who naturally cherished freedom...impossible!

Want to restrict my freedom? That's only because I allow it!

Painter felt there had to be a unique reason why his first landing in the universe brought him to such a place! Surely, this was fate (crossed out) the arrangement of the game system!