Sewol Ferry Spaceship

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Chapter 1 An Extraordinary Journey
Section 1: Pre-Departure Actions
In the year 145 of the Universal Calendar, humanity had expanded its space colonization beyond the solar system. However, excessive exploitation
and waste forced humanity to set its sights even further. With the application of hyperspace technology, after decades of effort,
the solar system finally established a space jump orbit with other star systems by launching beacons.
This was accompanied by a rapid advancement in spacecraft technology, resulting in the creation of the latest and most advanced spacecraft,
named the "Sewol."
The Sewol was a self-sufficient, multi-functional vessel, classified as a medium-sized spaceship. It was 1.8 kilometers long,
0.8 kilometers wide, and 0.2 kilometers high. The spacecraft had three levels. The upper level, 10 meters high, housed the bridge and maintenance systems, accessible
only to the crew. The middle level, 30 meters high, served as the living and entertainment area, primarily for passengers
. The bottom layer is covered with 60 meters of soil, teeming with animals, plants, and rivers. Four super-powered engines form
four hills, and the rear-mounted energy reactor, resembling a small volcano, adds another layer of beauty to the vibrant landscape, creating
a miniature ecosystem. A three-tiered circular structure runs through the center of the spaceship, with the bottom layer being a luxurious area,
giving the feeling of living on Earth. A uniform light emitter, mimicking the sun, is installed in the dome
. Daily waste is processed and discharged into rivers, woodlands, and grasslands based on weight calculations.
This miniature ecosystem possesses a strong recovery mechanism; the rivers are home to adaptable omnivorous fish, and the riverbed contains a
type of artificially synthesized algae that releases oxygen, producing a massive amount of oxygen—over 80% of the spaceship's oxygen supply
. The soil is inhabited by moles, earthworms, ants, and other organisms. Even any waste not absorbed by plants and animals is
decomposed by various bacteria.
The Sewol's maiden voyage is scheduled for 4:00 PM today. Jiang Ming received notification last night to
report to the Sewol this morning, appointed as an assistant engineer. Jiang Ming, who had been admitted to a prestigious university with excellent grades—
the affiliated university of the Space Development Bureau—was assigned to a space mining fleet for internship in his second year. Exploring the unknown is always dangerous,
and the seniors didn't like to be the first to take the lead. Basically, the dirty, tiring, and dangerous
jobs were all given to the newcomers. Jiang Ming didn't complain and worked diligently, doing everything. As a result, his experience grew rapidly. The two-year space internship
passed quickly, and he was actually more appreciated by his superiors than those seniors who relied on connections and seniority. This led to his transfer to the most advanced ship, where
his salary and benefits were incomparable. Before leaving, a senior colleague even kindly gave Jiang Ming some
advice on how to conduct himself in society: good jobs are coveted by many, and it's common for people to be bullied and bossed around
. If you want to stay, you need to cultivate good relationships, work hard without complaint, and not say anything carelessly. Having not slept well all night and thinking about the day, it was almost 7:30 when Jiang
Ming hurriedly washed up, didn't eat breakfast, and headed to the port.
"Scan—Number 1048—Name: Jiang Ming—Identity: Assistant Engineer of Sewol Ferry, Passed
." As the electronic voice finished, Jiang Ming passed through the security gate and approached the spaceship. The entrance wasn't open yet;
two metal racks stood there, tied with a red ribbon between them. "You're the new guy?" An
elderly man in work clothes appeared behind Jiang Ming. Most of his face was scarred from severe burns—or rather,
old injuries from many years ago—making him look somewhat gruesome. Jiang Ming was startled at first, then glanced at his name tag: Chief Engineer! "
Hello, Engineer Liu. Just call me Xiao Jiang. I'm new here, please excuse my lack of experience. Please feel free to ask if you need anything." Jiang Ming had just arrived and
had already run into his direct superior; politeness was essential—he needed to make a good first impression. "Oh, okay, it
's nothing serious. The underwater factory underwent a thorough inspection upon completion, and it was checked again after the handover. It's
only been two days. You can wander around or wait in the rest area, just don't be late." Chief Engineer Liu
said after a moment's thought, appearing to be a friendly person. Jiang Ming didn't want to doze off at work again,
so he figured he might as well catch up on some sleep first: "Okay, sure. You're busy, I'll wait in the rest area for a bit."
"I almost forgot, the mayor is coming for the ribbon-cutting ceremony at noon, remember to come."
"Okay, I got it, thank you." After replying, Jiang Ming headed straight for the rest area.
A grand procession drove in from outside the port, luxury cars everywhere. The highway, which usually saw fast traffic, was now
moving like a snail's pace. Drivers were hugging the curb, some even stopping their cars. Whether you were driving a bus or a taxi,
no one dared to drive on the wide road in the middle. Two police cars led the way, followed by a Hongqi sedan, and behind them,
a long convoy of cars, including many oddly shaped and long-wheeled vehicles, none of which cost less than a million. Two taxi
drivers in the corner chatted idly while smoking. "Hey buddy, do you know what's going on here?" "I heard—I only heard—that
this group is planning to take a spaceship. This spaceship will only take a week to reach Hope Star in the Yunzhe Star System
(Hope Star is the most suitable ideal colony discovered by mankind besides Earth, rich in resources, with a current
population of 80 million; it takes six months by conventional spaceship). They're going to visit Hope Star under the guise of a tour group, accompanied by high-ranking
government officials, well-known entrepreneurs, and social elites. Their real purpose, of course, is for their own interests;
we ordinary folks wouldn't know."
Time passed quickly, and although the journey was slow, they arrived at the port. Surprisingly, the group was quite well-behaved, and
even after getting out of the car, they didn't cause any trouble. Jiang Ming woke up groggily, and just as he realized what was happening, the ribbon-cutting ceremony was over. Just
then, there was a loud knocking on the door, which was quite annoying. When I opened the door, it was an old man in a work uniform with a name tag that
read "Deputy Chief Engineer"! Jiang Ming quickly snapped out of his daze, composed himself, and said, "Engineer Chen, I'm the new guy, Jiang.
What's the rush?" "Quick, come with me, let's check the spaceship."
"Didn't we already check it? Why do we need to check it again?"
"My little rascal, do you know who's coming? Forget the inspection, the departure time needs to be moved up too."
He grabbed his toolbox and followed Engineer Chen. As soon as they arrived, wow, the boarding inspection had already begun: Number xxx
, Name xxx, xxx Office Director, approved, xxx Group Chairman, approved, xxx
Troupe National First-Class Actor, approved… Engineer Liu immediately assigned him tasks: external inspection of the spaceship.
The internal inspection was said to be too high-end and had to be handled by the two of them. But even after Jiang Ming started working, the two old men were nowhere to be seen.
They started chatting and gossiping at the edge of the boarding gate.
"Old Liu, look! That's XXX, the heartthrob of otaku! My favorite female singer, her voice is so sweet,
even more innocent than my nine-year-old granddaughter's, with a babyish quality. And that one over there! Hey! Isn't that the boss of Bamin Real Estate Company
? I heard he earned his first pot of gold at eight, started his business at twelve, and made it onto the Hurun Rich List at twenty.
His properties in Zhumadian, Beijing, are the most expensive; one square meter is enough for three generations of our family to work hard for a lifetime."
"Look at how much you care about those two. The person who made that woman famous is the most notorious shady character,
an old man more than 20 years older than both of us. For those six months, he was running around with this goddaughter every day. Think about why
. And the other one, do you know whose illegitimate child he is? If the government hadn't collapsed, wouldn't they have as much money
as they wanted? Those officials all know this perfectly well. Which one of them wouldn't give them the green light and secretly help them? I have a
girlfriend who was a wet nurse for a big shot in the government. His son was born with mild intellectual disability and wasn't weaned until he was over ten.
Judging from his behavior, he seems to have autism. Guess what his son's name is? The same name and the same
age as the boss you're talking about. What a coincidence!"
"You're always trying to put me down, damn it! Look at these three, they're true aristocratic heiresses, aren't they?
The daughters of the three internet giants: Li Xiaoling, daughter of Li Huateng, the 'Copymaster,' Li Meilin, daughter of Li Yun, the 'Alien Warrior,'
and Ma Xiangting, daughter of Ma Yanhong, the 'Overlord of Hunyuan.' I definitely know more about them than you do. These three families have been together for generations, and their relationship
is very delicate. On the surface, they're all one family, but behind the scenes, they're fiercely competing. The previous family heads were too busy with their own struggles, and all three had only one
daughter. When they wanted a son later, they were too old to have one. This generation's three daughters have inherited
the family's complex relationship; they don't just dislike each other secretly, they also openly dislike each other. Strange, why are they all wearing school
uniforms? There are more in the back, I understand! It's Shengxiang Girls' Academy. There's a class of students here, and
if these three girls are here too, this class must be the top class. The girls here are no ordinary people; they're either daughters of high-ranking officials or
daughters of big entrepreneurs. If you hook up with one of them, you'll be set for life."
"I'm this old, unlike you who's so interested in young girls. Wait! Who's that?"
"What? Which one? You just said you weren't interested, you old rascal, you change your mind so quickly." "
Those guys at the back of the student group."
"These old guys are dressed too plainly, they really don't fit in with the rest of the group. Maybe they're some rich
people's old butlers."
"Hmph, ignorant. These guys are high-ranking officials behind the scenes of the Red Flag Brotherhood of the Earth Federation government. They just haven't been on
TV. If I'm not mistaken, they're the newly appointed core leaders of the Hope Star Provisional Government. There
have been one terrorist attack after another targeting high-ranking government officials lately. We need to be careful and not let it get out. Looks like this trip is worth
watching."
"Keep your voice down, that kid's coming over." As Old Chen spoke, Jiang Ming, covered in dirt, ran over:
"Reporting to the two chief engineers, the suspension hydraulic starter is normal, and everything external to the power ignition system is normal." "
What about the external mounting components of the gravity system? Have you checked them?"
"No way, do they need to check that too? That's too much trouble, and isn't that only checked every six months?"
"Stop talking nonsense! Just go when I tell you to!" Liu's spittle nearly hit Jiang Ming's face.
"Yes." He lowered his head and quickly ran away, thinking to himself that his senior's words before leaving were indeed accurate. This old man not only loved
to boss people around, dumping all the dirty and hard work on him, but he was also unpredictable.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps rose from the outer perimeter of the security gate. A large crowd had formed on both sides, but
a wide path had been cleared in the middle. A young nun walked out from among them. She was a rare white beauty with traditional European features: a
deep-bridged nose, a pair of large sky-blue eyes, and delicate skin. Because of her nun's habit, her hair and figure
were not visible, but she gave people a solemn, peaceful, and loving feeling. The crowds on both sides were mostly
white women in shabby clothes. They spontaneously made way, looking at the nun with devout eyes and praying incessantly, "
Miss Mary, take care on your journey, God will protect you!" Sister Mary hadn't even passed through the security gate when a
guard stopped her: "Excuse me, second-class citizens are not allowed inside. Please leave immediately." Before the nun
could say anything, several members of the congregation jumped out from behind her and shouted at the guard: "Don't be rude to Miss Mary!
Miss Mary is God's representative! Guards! Get out of the way! You have no right to stop Miss Mary!" Driven by this momentum,
the crowd surged forward, denouncing the guard. Some even crossed the security
checkpoint, triggering the alarm. Within seconds, more than a dozen armed police officers rushed in and opened fire.
The screams of death and the splattering blood plunged the previously imposing crowd into panic, causing them to flee in disarray. Several
people were trampled to the ground, and a few who crossed the red alert zone of the security checkpoint were instantly killed by the security defense system's weapons
. Eight tracking laser emitters showed that the armed police had no intention of sparing even those who tried to escape. Jiang Ming
noticed the incident as soon as it occurred, but things had developed too quickly. Although he rushed over without stopping, what was bound to
happen had already happened. Enraged, he shouted at the armed police, "You bunch of idiots
! Do you even know who's boarding the ship? How dare you let bloodshed happen here! Do you think your heads are in the way
?! Just get rid of those poor bastards!" He then pointed to the guards beside him, "And you guys, you
know better than them what kind of big shots are inside. On this day, even if a cat or a dog died here,
the big shots wouldn't want to see it. Quickly clean up the bloodstains on the ground, bury the dead and
send the living to the hospital immediately!" Seeing Jiang Ming's uniform, the soldiers knew a little about boarding and naturally didn't dare to disobey
. They could only endure being scolded and did as they were told. This was the only way to save the survivors. Jiang Ming couldn't bear to watch
killing; he had no concept of first or second class. Although he had studied history,
he still couldn't stand seeing people treated so cruelly.
About three hundred years ago, a country that hadn't had a single scientist win a Nobel
Prize in science for centuries was ridiculed worldwide. However, like a nightmare, it unified the world and
established a global federal government with technology and weaponry 200 years ahead of the rest of the world. It wasn't that the country's scientists were stupid; how could this have happened?
Such forbearance! Many of them were geniuses, with countless advanced inventions, yet they willingly relinquished honor, dedicating their lives in obscurity
, contributing their entire being in quiet solitude. All for today—this unshakeable Earth Federation
government. The nature of the war remains unknown, but more than half of the world's white population perished, driven
to Europe, none escaping extermination and signing a peace treaty. Little did they know this was only the beginning of a nightmare. Who used genetic weapons, and when,
is impossible to trace—a gene-modifying virus specifically targeting white people. This virus
causes no harm to the human body, except for one thing: the male-to-female birth ratio becomes 1:10. As the population dwindled over time, the nation
gradually lost its ability to contend with the Earth Federation government and was incorporated into its ranks. White people were relegated to second-class status. Men were
sent by the government to coal mines, railways, and factories to perform hard labor without receiving due wages. Most women were reduced to the world's
cheapest prostitutes
. The term "second-class" was, in essence, slavery. The government, of course, didn't want to acknowledge the existence of slavery, constantly touting itself as an advanced society, hence the term "second-class." In today's world,
people might not know what a white person is, but everyone knows the term "slave race." Today, there are
fewer than 20 million white people in the world, less than 2 million men, many of whom have died from exhaustion and starvation—perhaps even fewer.
Many beautiful women were forcibly conscripted by the government to serve as military prostitutes, prostitutes in free welfare brothels, or as modern-day personal
pets. A small number became research mice for human experimentation. Even those who possessed second-class citizen
rights lived a miserable existence. History textbooks, however, offer a different version: white people fought each other in an attempt to destroy
the world, nearly wiping out their race. A clever and courageous nation stopped them, saving the world and caring for
the surviving members of their race to this day. Jiang Ming detests this. Whether it's true or false history,
the world's ethnicities should be integrated, without distinction of race or ethnicity. The descendants produced in this way are the most superior human beings. There would
be no ethnic conflicts or wars.
The moment the gunfire rang out, the nun was stunned, standing frozen in place. She had never seen anything like it.
Only after the armed police had moved away did she react, gritting her teeth and crying in that direction, "God will punish you
!" Then, remembering the wounded on the ground, she wiped away her tears, suppressing her grief. There were still people who needed her; those
lying on the ground in sorrow needed a Miss Mary to guide them. The gunfire broke some legs
, injured some internal organs, and several were already on the verge of death. Miss Maria, with hands clasped in
prayer and a compassionate expression, uttered, "God loves the world, please forgive the world, save the world." As she prayed
, a faint holy light emanated from the nun, illuminating the people on earth. Their pained expressions
transformed into peace under the light, the bullet in their wounds was expelled from the entry point, and the injured flesh
healed visibly from the inside out. In a short time, the dead were gone, and the living stood up.
A superhuman! Although Jiang Ming wasn't very knowledgeable, he recognized the astonishing scene before him. Judging from the nun's
reaction of being too frightened to move after the gunshot, she didn't seem capable of assassination. Superhumans comprised only
a tiny fraction of the human population and were highly valued wherever they went, naturally superior to others. This woman's presence here meant either
assassination or she was a passenger boarding a ship, even though she was white. "Scan—Number 0588—Name:
Maria…" Miss Maria walked through the security gate amidst the kneeling prayers of the faithful behind her, just as Jiang Ming
had guessed. The nun came to Jiang Ming's side, naturally giving off a peaceful and serene feeling, and gently nodded
, "God will bless you." After she quietly left, Jiang Ming found that
the backache and fatigue he had felt from inspecting the spaceship had disappeared. What a miraculous woman.
Sometimes, the lives of those at the bottom of society are truly filled with misfortune. A speeding extended Red Flag sedan
ran over the people kneeling in prayer before the security gate without any attempt to avoid them, killing
three people instantly and knocking two others to their deaths. The nun had already gone inside; unless something serious happened, the other two were beyond saving. In
contrast to before, the group of women surrounding the vehicle neither protested nor stopped it, but quietly retreated to a distance.
There was no way around it; everyone on Earth knew that the people in that car were powerful and absolutely not to be trifled with. Eight people got off the bus.
Except for a fat man in a plaid shirt, the rest were all in black suits and sunglasses. Four extremely burly men
naturally and naturally stood guard around the fat man from four directions, protecting him in the middle, with three others in front and behind. They passed
through security in turn. When it was the last person, the alarm went off. A guard hurriedly stepped forward and hesitantly reminded him,
"Weapons are not allowed inside. Otherwise, the defense system will be activated, and the consequences will be unimaginable." The last person seemed not to hear
and continued walking forward. "Scan, warning, dangerous target detected. Defense system activated. Eliminate
target." The electronic voice had barely finished when eight tracking laser emitters activated and took flight. They only flew up
briefly before landing on the ground. All that was seen was the man putting his gun back into its holster. The eight shots rang out
almost as one. The perpetrator acted as if nothing had happened, his expression remaining
calm throughout. One of the guards tried to step forward to say a few words, but was pulled back by his kind companion,
thus avoiding trouble.
Jiang Ming, having learned his lesson, quickly left the place of trouble. He still needed to check the external components of that damned gravity system
, and when he returned, he overheard the two old men's idle chatter.
"Hey, Old Liu, look, how come there's even a second-class human in here?"
"That one? An F-level ability user. Although her ability level isn't high, it's a very rare healing ability. If there
were more people with this ability, doctors would be out of a job. She's called the modern-day Holy Mother, a devout believer.
Plus, the government, to ease ethnic tensions, used a appeasement policy, giving her some power and status. She's a special
appointee for Hope Star this time. Most of the slave races have become much more obedient because they've become
hopeful, hehe. It's said that another slave race on Hope Star went on strike, and those spoiled
brats who only know how to violently suppress and kill are running rampant. Pigs need to be fattened up and plentiful to feed everyone. They don't even understand this basic principle, a bunch of idiots!"
Jiang Ming was about to pass by when the two old men stopped him directly. He wondered what else they wanted to do; were they going to assign work to...
"I'm exhausted! I'm the only assistant engineer here, and then the old man said, '
Don't bother checking the gravity system. The takeoff time has been moved up again. There's still work to do after takeoff, so go and rest for a bit.'
Oh, I always have to do what I'm told, but now I can't do it again. What kind of nonsense is this?! Of course, Jiang Ming only dared
to complain in his heart. Besides, being able to rest was good enough. He respectfully said, 'Thank you, Engineer Liu and Engineer Chen. I'll rest for a bit
.'
This time, he didn't dare to sleep in the rest area. Since the takeoff time had been shortened again and again, he could only lie down to rest his muscles.
He was afraid that taking a short nap would delay him. Bored, he could only turn on the TV to watch the news: The Eiffel Tower behind me is in
Xinluoyang City, Western Alliance Province. As you can see, it's shorter now. Every night, criminals
steal iron, and the relevant departments are lax in their supervision. The photo I have here is what the Eiffel Tower looks like when it's complete.
Compared to this, it's already half its original size. We urge the government to pay attention and increase supervision." This is
a report from our reporter on the front lines. Switching channels: Our new Xi'an City resolutely responded to the call of the Central Committee,
with GDP growth increasing by eight percentage points compared to previous years, setting a new record. Our city, led by [unclear], [unclear], [unclear]
, successfully completed the Eighth [unclear] Congress at the Kremlin. The meeting's contents included: vigorously… [unclear
]… [unclear]… Switching channels again: This is Mao Dengtao City in the Western Allied Province. The picture behind me is
the famous Big Ben. It is reported that our city's Land Planning Bureau has planned to allocate this land to real estate developer [unclear]. As you
can see, some buildings around Big Ben have been demolished. Does this mean our children can only see Big Ben
from textbooks again? We invite our special commentator, Professor Tian from the German State University, to say a few words.
Professor Tian: This is a desecration of history. Do those bastards even know what they demolished? If these cultural
relics and historical sites are not protected, what will become of our city's culture? An excessive pursuit of profit will eventually erode our unique characteristics.
I have raised this issue with the government along with many like-minded individuals, but their inaction and lack of attention will only make things worse. Just wait and see,
you will be the sinners of history!
There's nothing interesting to watch, what a disappointment! I'll just go to the site and see the ship boarding ceremony; at least
I can brag to my friends that I've met some important people. Just as I reached the two old men behind me, I heard them talking nonsense again: "Hey, look!
A C-level ability user! C-level! It's actually C-level! I've heard of her, the 18-year-old genius ability girl Guo Jingyi.
She's the 38th generation great-great-granddaughter of the great writer and director Guo Zhenming." Jiang Ming also knew something about ability users.
The lowest level for ability users is F, and they can improve their level through training. Currently, the highest known level in society is C-level
. Levels above B-level only exist in legends, but people have always believed that there must be some people above B-level hiding in society.
Turning my gaze, I saw a tiny girl, about 1.4 meters tall, with a slender build and wearing high heels.
If it weren't for her developing breasts, I would have mistaken her for a little girl. She was undergoing inspection at the boarding gate. Superhumans boarding the spaceship
must wear superhuman-limiting bracelets as required. This regulation, established by the government long ago, has effectively prevented
crimes committed by superhumans. The bracelets are made of a lightweight synthetic material, exceptionally strong. Once
worn, they can only be unlocked through network DNA authentication. Each superhuman's
data is automatically backed up to the Federal Superhuman Archives when they put on the bracelet. After the little girl put on the bracelet, her superhuman reading reached six bars,
out of a maximum of ten. This energy level was extremely high. The scientists who developed the bracelet never imagined someone
could reach more than half of that energy level. Perhaps in the near future, this bracelet will no longer be able to restrain her, meaning
she will enter the ranks of legendary superhumans. Facing the astonished gazes of those around her, the little girl's vanity was
greatly satisfied. She tilted her head back at a 45-degree angle, pouted, and swaggered inside.
Strangely, this C-level ability user didn't seem to impress Old Liu much. Perhaps he wasn't particularly interested in such
matters. He snapped out of his reverie and instructed Jiang Ming, "Kid, I was just about to look for you. You know,
the takeoff has been repeatedly moved up. The security checkpoint records several women haven't arrived yet. These women are together
, relatives of a high-ranking military official. I can't contact them now. My information is they're in
Tokyo, Area 11. They probably don't know about the earlier takeoff. Here are my keys. Go and bring them here quickly
."
Sure enough, there was never a moment of peace. Having anticipated this,
Jiang Ming wasn't too alarmed by the old man's assignment. He took the keys and was about to leave when he was stopped again: "Do you have an F3 type aircraft license?"
Jiang Ming decisively replied, "No."
"Try to drive as fast as you can, don't get caught by the police!" Damn it, just as Jiang Ming expected, even if he wasn't
suitable, this old man would definitely assign him. So what if he's the chief engineer? This is bullying! He secretly
gave the old guy a disdainful middle finger. Aircraft! Aircraft!
He'd find the old man's aircraft on the tarmac later and definitely leave some souvenirs inside.
The takeoff was quick. Jiang Ming's driving skills were a bit mediocre, but following the autopilot didn't cause any problems. And surprisingly,
the old man's aircraft was pretty good; flying at such high speed, he didn't feel dizzy at all. The buffer and stabilizer were definitely high-end stuff.
In today's society, the concept of territorial waters no longer exists. Jiang Ming maintained a low altitude, leaving a wave
line on the sea surface. He still had plenty of time, so he decided to take a break and use up the old man's spacecraft's energy. After
flying aimlessly over the sea, he unknowingly spotted a small island. It was a tiny island. He suddenly remembered that it was called Diaoyu Island. He had heard
that it was once contested with Area 11 in ancient times. Now, apart from the ruins of a nearly thousand-year-old building, there were no
other traces of human activity. The current government was unlikely to care whether the island existed or not. Apart from some
migratory birds that recently made it their nesting ground, the island had been lonely for many years. The energy bill
was almost paid off. I reset the navigation and headed straight for Tokyo, flooring the accelerator, not worried about
burning out the machine. It only took a few minutes to arrive in Tokyo. I pulled out a 3D image business card and looked at it: the General's wife,
the General's daughter, and two of the General's sisters-in-law. The General's wife, Shen Yulan, was 33 years old, 1.6 meters tall,
with a full figure and a round face. Her features weren't particularly striking, but together they were quite well-proportioned.
Her eyes were captivating, with slightly elongated corners and a gentle curve, creating a mesmerizing gaze. She was undoubtedly the most feminine
woman.
Her breasts were exceptionally large, a legendary H-cup. One couldn't help but
be drawn to those two mounds of flesh, defying gravity, as the woman's alluring face was drawn to them. General Dou Xiaodie, 17 years old, was slightly
shorter than her mother. Her appearance, inherited from her mother, was somewhat youthful, but her breasts were also remarkably developed, an F-cup. "
How the hell did she grow up like that?" Jiang Ming couldn't help but marvel. Shen Yufang, Shen Yulan's second younger sister, 28 years old,
was more slender and well-proportioned than her sister, estimated to be 1.7 meters tall. Her features were slightly more prominent, with a touch of
coldness, but she lacked that impressive bust. Shen Yufen, Shen Yulan's third younger sister, is the same age as Dou Xiaodie, also
17. Her appearance differs from her two older sisters; she has large, watery eyes, a delicate nose, and cherry-like lips. Her breasts are
developed, which is normal for a girl her age, but pale in comparison to her busty niece. Looking up some
information, Jiang Ming discovered that Shen Yufen was an idol singer, someone he didn't even recognize. He
thought to himself, "I'm seriously out of touch with the times."
It turned out Shen Yufen was currently having a concert at the Tokyo Budokan. Presumably, her sisters and niece were with her.
Jiang Ming was about to head to the venue to find them when a sudden stomachache struck. He must have overdone the air conditioning in the rest area.
Where's the toilet? The toilet, the toilet, the sacred toilet of the Pure Land! Ignoring the odd name of the toilet, life's important matters
came first, so I dived in. The wooden interior was quite classic. Japan is so extravagant, even building a toilet is so luxurious
. While washing my hands after using the toilet, I noticed small inscriptions on a uniquely recessed stone slab on the wall, detailing the toilet's history. It's just a
dilapidated toilet, after all. Oh, the gist is that this place was originally a shrine, which for some reason became
the toilet it is today. From a pointless place of worship, it became a useful place of rest, putting something to good use. Only when I left
did I discover a monument to the heroes who invaded Tokyo, standing directly opposite the Pure Land Shrine. This
society!
Jiang Ming started complaining again. Over three hundred years ago, the Tokyo Massacre occurred here, directly killing 3 million
civilians, plus many more uncounted or whose remains were never found. Despite committing crimes against humanity, the invading general
was praised by the government, and troops were stationed here, relentlessly burning, killing, and forcing women into sexual slavery for nearly ten years
before withdrawing. The spirits enshrined in this memorial mostly died from exhaustion.
The martial arts hall is bustling with noise and crowds, filled with glow sticks. Now, Japan is mostly populated by otaku;
the vast majority of women have gone to various parts of the world to work in the sex industry. Their biggest competitors are women from the South Korean country.
There's an exaggerated saying that wherever there are people, there are South Korean foot massage parlors. The otaku in Japan have
no desire to marry. With highly interactive adult video games and incredibly realistic inflatable dolls, they don't even need women. What's frightening is that this phenomenon is becoming increasingly widespread. 　　It's hard to believe
, considering my middle school teacher said Japan was once a very ambitious country. 　　 The person performing on stage wasn't her; she might have finished singing or hadn't even appeared yet. Either way, 　　avoiding these die-hard fans would take some effort. Luckily, it was a flying vehicle instead of a maglev car that arrived, 　　allowing them to smash open the backstage roof window and lower a ladder. Once they decided, they acted. Jiang Ming wasn't indecisive; 　　without even greeting the women, he slammed the flying vehicle against the roof, shattering the glass, and descended 　　the ladder backstage. Upon landing, he startled several staff members, who quickly showed their identification and explained their purpose. His 　　status as a senior shipwright proved quite useful; breaking the glass and entering hadn't resulted in any repercussions. They even found Shen 　　Yufen's room, the deepest room at the end of the corridor. Damn, there were sentries at the door! Two female soldiers, 　　standing ramrod straight, staring straight ahead without whispering. Both were around 1.7 meters tall, 　　short-haired and not wearing military caps. Most importantly, they looked identical—they were twins. The two sisters were both in the army, assigned to the 　　same unit, and doing the same thing. It was impossible not to suspect something was amiss; there must be a special circumstance or reason. 　　 "Excuse me, sir, please leave. You shouldn't be here," one of the female soldiers said, her tone neither humble 　　nor arrogant, but devoid of any emotion. Jiang Ming took out his identification and stepped forward: "This is my NASA ID. I'm here to pick up some 　　ladies and young women to board the ship." "I'm sorry, you can't go in unless ordered by the ladies and mistresses," the other 　　female soldier said, her tone still cold and indifferent. Jiang Ming wanted to reason with them, 　　so he took another step forward. The two sisters acted almost simultaneously. One lunged to the side and grabbed Jiang Ming's shoulder, 　　while the other slid down and swept her leg. Just as Jiang Ming was about to fall, the hand on his shoulder pressed forward and downward, 　　instantly pinning him to his knees, unable to move. 　　 It was unbelievable how strong those two female soldiers were; they were quite formidable. Jiang Ming, an engineer, was used to doing 　　all the dirty and hard work, and although he didn't know martial arts, he was 　　still quite strong. Being so easily subdued by these two girls was quite embarrassing. Scientists know martial arts, so why can't engineers? The 　　female soldier holding his wrist showed no sign of letting go, and his wrist hurt from being twisted. "Ouch—I'm not going in! Let me 　　go, okay?" 　　 "Sorry, intruders must wait for Madam and Miss to return before they can be dealt with." She apologized, but 　　there wasn't a trace of remorse on her face, and her grip remained firm. If this continued, his shoulder would dislocate. 　　Jiang Ming was truly at his wit's end and could only howl and scream loudly. The two female soldiers remained stubbornly unmoved 　　, neither surprised nor trying to stop him. Seeing that the door was well-insulated, he hoped they could hear something inside and 　　someone would come to his rescue. 　　 There was no response from inside, but fortunately, everyone in the corridor heard it. A series of hurried high-heeled footsteps approached, and 　　a mature, beautiful woman entered—none other than Shen Yulan, one of the people they were looking for. 　　 "What's going on?" the lady asked. The female soldier, still showing no sign of letting go, respectfully replied, "Madam, we 　　've found an intruder." 　　 "Release him first." Shen Yulan didn't even ask why; perhaps she had just learned something. The female soldier 　　hesitated slightly before obeying, replying, "Yes, ma'am." Jiang Ming regained his footing, facing this magnanimous...

The mature woman blushed slightly, not daring to look directly at her face. She looked alright in the photo, but in person, she was far more alluring. Beauty
comes in many forms, but Shen Yulan was the kind that most easily aroused primal male desire. Why did she have to have such a
face that tempted men to commit crimes? If a woman were a little more seductive, most men would be unable to control themselves and would commit crimes. Suppressing his racing heart and trying
to appear calm, he lowered his head and said, "Thank you, Madam, for not holding my mistake against me. I am a staff member of the Sewol Ferry
. Boarding time has been moved up, and I'm here to pick you up. Here are my identification documents." He handed them over with both hands,
and Shen Yulan politely accepted them with the same. Despite being the wife of a general, she didn't put on airs and showed no disrespect to anyone,
leaving a very deep impression. However, her appearance was overshadowed by the way her large breasts jiggled as she received the documents. It wasn't just a deep impression
, but a stimulating one. Jiang Ming's hand trembled slightly, and he almost couldn't resist the urge to touch them.
"Why don't you look up?"
"You're too beautiful, I dare not look."
"Using 'you' to address me, am I so old that I've lost my charm?"
"No, no, you are very sexy, I only use 'you' out of respect." Jiang Ming's words were now slurred as he looked down
. Looking at Jiang Ming's nervous and shy face, Shen Yulan smiled with amusement. Women of all ages
want to be beautiful, especially women like Shen Yulan who have absolute confidence in their appearance. She enjoyed
seeing men at a loss for words in the face of her beauty.
"Open the door, time is of the essence, we can't delay." As soon as Shen Yulan spoke, the female soldier deftly opened
the door, which led directly to an open window. The bed sheet had been torn into many strips and tied together, one side tied to the bed leg, the other
side extending out of the window. "What kind of posts are you on! You didn't even know Miss ran away! Quick, go find her!"
"Isn't she your sister?"
"Yu Fen's room is on the other side. She's afraid of being disturbed by reporters and doesn't want bodyguards with her. Xiao Die is afraid of noise, so
she gave her this room with the best soundproofing. Where could she have gone?" At this moment, Shen Yulan was filled with anxiety
and didn't care about the "you" in the title.
"Does Miss usually like to go anywhere?"
"Xiao Die has been weak and anemic since childhood. She doesn't like crowded places and doesn't interact much with people,"
Shen Yulan recalled. This girl is weak and anemic. Holding those heavy breasts, she couldn't have run
far. She likes quiet places, but where is there a quiet place in this bustling city? Jiang Ming looked out the window, and
the most likely building in his sight was—the library. He almost forgot he carried a trace detector with him. He put it on his glasses
and scanned; even the slightest trace could be detected. The sneaker footprints under the window should belong to the young lady.
With the footprints confirmed, he performed a range matching, and all the young lady's footprints on the ground outside the window were clearly marked. It
was indeed the library! He quickly told Shen Yulan, "Madam, don't panic. I'm sure, the young lady is in the library."
"Really?"
"I'm sure!"
"Caiwei, Cailian, bring the young lady here immediately," Shen Yulan ordered.
"Yes." The two women replied in unison and jumped out of the window. This was the third floor! Jiang Ming was impressed, and thought it was really 　　incongruous
that two robots who only knew how to obey orders had such ladylike names . 　　 Shen Yulan told Jiang Ming that her second sister, Shen Yufang, was in the office building across the street and then went to pack her luggage. Women 　　are very meticulous when making preparations; in other words, it takes time. Unsure whether Shen Yufang would 　　also need more time to prepare after learning the news, Jiang Ming directly drove the aircraft to the corresponding floor and crashed into a temporarily empty 　　office, breaking a few panes of glass. 　　 The office building housed the 11th branch of the Zhongba Group, and Shen Yufang was actually the current president of the group 　　. She was taking advantage of accompanying her sister to her concert to inspect the branch. In state-owned enterprises starting with "Zhong," the president's position 　　is usually held by people with connections and influence. Perhaps Shen Yufang had strong management skills, but without her sister's 　　connections, at her age, she would at most be a low-level manager, also called a "XX manager," with a slightly higher salary than an employee 　　. Of course, saying all this is meaningless; it's a done deal, so she is the biggest boss of this group 　　. 　　 If that's the case, she should be in the general manager's office. The bump just now triggered the company's alarm, and 　　everyone in the hallway hid. A few security guards should come and tell him where the manager's office is soon. 　　There are so many rooms on this floor. Jiang Ming tried to find more than ten manager's offices by going door to door, but all the doors were locked. Several minutes had passed, and 　　not a single security guard had come. The efficiency was terrible. If it were a thief, they would have already left empty-handed. Just then, someone 　　boldly came out and questioned him: "I don't care who you are or what your purpose is. I've already called the police. Please go downstairs 　　to the security room and wait for the police to take you away!" The speaker was a woman wearing a white office lady dress. The hem of the dress just 　　covered her thighs and was above her knees. It wasn't too short or too long. She wore flesh-colored stockings and golden high heels. 　　She had an oval face, long bangs on both sides of her cheeks tied into a high ponytail, and her hair was dyed orange. She was less than 1.6 meters tall and looked 　　very thin. Although her exposed calves were slender, they had firm muscles. Without the sharp lines of her clothes, she would look even 　　thinner. 　　 "Is Miss Shen Yufang here? The police coming is pointless." Jiang Ming then produced his identification, 　　stamped with the seal of the Red Flag Brotherhood's House of Representatives. The Sewol Falcon was, after all, a high-tech creation, and the Federation valued it 　　highly, granting its crew certain special privileges, such as an obligation 　　to cooperate in times of need. The OL opposite him didn't take the identification; she merely glanced at it. Taking it would mean cooperating 　　with Jiang Ming and bearing unnecessary responsibility. Her tone softened: "Excuse me, sir, I am 　　Song Jiaqi, Miss Shen Yufang's personal secretary. Do you have an appointment?" 　　 "This…" Jiang Ming hadn't expected this. 　　 "I'm sorry, please make an appointment beforehand. I'm just following procedure; please don't make things difficult for us 　　." The secretary lowered her head, genuinely apologetic. 　　 What a cunning little fox! Fortunately, Jiang Ming was equipped with high-tech gear; he had activated his holographic imaging device the moment he entered 　　, and now the entire building was fully analyzed. No wonder he encountered the secretary here.

The first room around the corner was the general manager's office. If he had known it would turn out this way, he should have had Shen Yulan call her sister beforehand
. It was a bit of a hassle, but Jiang Ming barged into the office, and the secretary only tentatively tried to
stop him.
Shen Yufang was sitting in her executive chair, phones slung over both shoulders, looking very busy. The wide, semi-circular table
was spotless, without a single document. She exuded a commanding presence, her silver-rimmed glasses adding a touch of intellectual beauty .
Underneath her dark gray business jacket was a white shirt; from Jiang Ming's angle, her attire was impeccably neat, without
a single wrinkle at the collar or cuffs. A faint fragrance filled the room, creating a comfortable atmosphere. Shen Yufang
frowned upon seeing Jiang Ming's intrusion and immediately reprimanded the secretary behind him: "Didn't I tell you! Don't
let outsiders disturb me! Do you even have a brain?!"
Ah, so that's why the secretary was hesitant. This CEO Shen was truly stern; she started by scolding,
instantly destroying her intellectual charm. "Don't make things difficult for the secretary," Jiang Ming said. "I barged in. She tried her
best to stop me, but she couldn't. I'm a ship's crew member on the Sewol ferry. The departure time was brought forward to avoid delays, so
I came specifically to inform you and arrange transportation. I've already notified your sister, so please come with me immediately."
Shen Yufang, however, neither stood up to greet him nor put down the phone on her shoulder, continuing to contact
clients. Just as Jiang Ming thought she hadn't heard him and was about to take a step forward, she gestured for him to stop.
When Jiang Ming tried to tentatively move forward again, she glared at him fiercely, then casually said, "I know.
I'll be at my sister's in fifteen minutes. You can leave now." What's with the attitude? I'm not your employee,
Jiang Ming thought, quite dissatisfied. How could there be such a big difference between this sister and her older sister? It would be faster to just take the plane
there directly; it's a five-minute walk downstairs. Without saying goodbye, Jiang Ming returned the way he came.
He also had a younger sister who was a singer; he wondered if Shen Yulan had told her. He thought it best to go check on her. Under
Shen Yufang's angry glare, the secretary lowered her head and quietly left, closing the manager's office door behind her. Only then did Shen Yufang
let out a long sigh of relief, tossing the phone hanging on her shoulder onto the table. No one had called anyway. Looking down,
under the table and chair, there was a puddle of water with torn pieces of diapers on it. Zheng Yufang's office lady skirt was lifted
up to her waist, her entire lower body exposed. She sat naked in the boss's chair, which was also sticky. Her
toes were on the ground, and her two slender legs, clad in red stockings, were spread wide apart. Her eyes were slightly squinted , her left pinky
finger was in her mouth, and her right middle and index fingers were probing the entrance to her vagina. She gently parted her lips, carefully comforting herself
, gradually increasing the pace. Fine beads of sweat slowly trickled down her face, and she kept making sexy panting
and soft moaning sounds: "Ah—um—almost there, just one more time, uh—ah—ha."
Her hands suddenly sped up, then her whole body convulsed, trembling. A large amount of vaginal fluid
flowed from her vagina, dripping directly onto the ground or running down her palms and thighs. Exhausted,
Shen Yufang immediately pulled a small bottle from the drawer. With one hand, she forcefully parted her vulva to expose her urethra , and with the other, she held the bottle directly to her urethra. A stream of pale blue urine slowly flowed out, 　　and she even shook it vigorously
when she finished , wasting not a drop. Only then did she collapse weakly onto the table. 　　 Meanwhile, on the other side, Shen Yulan, whom Jiang Ming thought should be the least of the problems, had caused a blunder. She had used the time she would have spent tidying up 　　to discipline her daughter. Her method was very traditional: no cooperation without violence. First, a slap to the face, then 　　a belt whipping her body. Judging by her chest, she probably was her biological daughter; Jiang Ming had to 　　re-image Shen Yulan in his mind. 　　 "Serves you right for being disobedient! Didn't I tell you to stay inside? You've grown up, you know how to tie a rope now, haven't you?" 　　 Shen Yulan berated her child through gritted teeth, her eyes bloodshot, clearly filled with hatred. 　　What reason could a mother have to hate her daughter? The daughter, being whipped, didn't utter a word in response. It 　　was common for children her age to talk back to their parents, but she simply lowered her head and endured the pain silently 　　. She hadn't done anything terribly wrong; she'd only run away for a short while. It didn't warrant such a beating. The two 　　robotic female soldiers just watched, not offering a single word. Jiang Ming, displeased with other people's family affairs, didn't 　　want to get involved. "We'd better set off sooner rather than later. There are some tedious checks before boarding. 　　It wouldn't be good if something went wrong on the way. The spaceship doesn't wait for anyone. What do you think, Madam?" Jiang Ming interrupted her with this forceful questioning 　　tone. It worked. Shen Yulan took a few deep breaths, threw away the belt, and uttered a harsh threat to her daughter, 　　"If there's a next time, I'll break your legs!" Still angry, she went to another room to inform her third sister. 　　After her mother left, Dou Xiaodie remained expressionless and didn't shout out any complaints. Even crying and making a fuss would have been better; such 　　repression was bad for her mental and physical health. 　　 "Does it hurt?" Jiang Ming walked over and squatted down to help her up. Xiao Die was surprised to see such a 　　strange man. She didn't resist Jiang Ming's actions and sat down on the bed with his help. She 　　was indeed very delicate, and you could tell she didn't have much strength. Her skin was a little pale, but even so, her huge breasts 　　trembled with her movements. At this moment, Xiao Die lowered her head, her bright eyes secretly looking Jiang Ming up and down, 　　unable to guess what he meant. She placed her hands on her thighs, interlaced her fingers, and pondered for a moment 　　before suddenly blurting out, "Thank you." Her voice was very soft and childish. After speaking, she lowered her head even 　　further. Several seconds passed without her saying anything more. Jiang Ming saw that she was very outgoing and looked 　　a lot like her mother, both in face and figure. From what he had seen, she seemed like a girl who lacked love and basic care. 　　She was unwilling to talk much and was an introverted and shy girl. Fortunately, she was her biological mother, and she had no external injuries. 　　 "Lie down and rest. Your brother will come pick you up later," Jiang Ming said in as friendly a tone as possible. He wanted 　　to stay with her a little longer; Shen Yufen might have encountered some problems, and getting them to the spaceship was the top priority. 　　 "Saying anything is useless. It'll be my turn to go on stage soon. My fans are all waiting for me downstairs. You..."

"Leave now? Sister, are you trying to make me break my promise to my fans?" Shen Yufen said, quite dissatisfied. Although
she was the same age as Dou Xiaodie, her aunt was still her aunt, possessing a maturity and responsibility far beyond her years. "You little brat,
why can't you understand me? The spaceship won't wait for anyone. If these fans miss this time, you can sing
for them again next time." Shen Yulan patiently tried to persuade her willful younger sister, a complete
180-degree change from her attitude towards her daughter. Jiang Ming overheard this conversation as soon as he arrived, and he'd run into another tough nut to crack. Although this
metaphor was a bit inappropriate for a beautiful woman, she seemed to be a very responsible singer, so perhaps that explanation would
work. "Ahem—" Jiang Ming coughed, drawing the two sisters' attention. "
A singer as outstanding as Miss Shen Yufen must have received concert invitations during the spaceship's journey, and several
more concerts of varying sizes after arriving at Hope Star. If you delay here, you'll miss more than just one concert; you might break your promise to many more
fans." Shen Yufen's itinerary did indeed include concerts on the spaceship and on Hope Star, and the spaceship was filled with important
figures—people she couldn't afford to offend. Shen Yufen wasn't unaware of these things; she couldn't get past this mental hurdle. She
was undoubtedly a responsible singer; her immense popularity stemmed not only from her beautiful voice but also from her
responsibility to her fans, never letting anyone down. "They'll agree. They're your true supporters and understand
. We can send over holographic 3D footage of the spaceship concerts. Come, let's
explain to your fans." Shen Yufen knew this was the only option. Following Jiang Ming's suggestion, she bid farewell to her fans, determined to dedicate
a farewell song.
After re-adjusting her military uniform, Shen Yufang confidently walked out of the office, beckoned her personal secretary, and took out a small bottle ,
instructing, "Send this to my brother-in-law, General Dou, through the post office. Remember, don't let anyone see it." This wasn't the first time Song Jiaqi
had received such a mysterious request. Initially, she didn't understand why it had to be so secretive, even suspecting
it might be contraband. The bottle wasn't always full; sometimes it was more, sometimes less. Until one day, curiosity overcame duty, and she
secretly opened the bottle. A captivating fragrance wafted out, more intoxicating the more she smelled it,
even more so than being surrounded by flowers. She initially thought it was some kind of perfume, but sending it to the general every time seemed illogical. She poured out a little; the pale blue
liquid looked very thin. Taking a small sip, she found it slightly sweet, with a tingling sensation on her tongue,
followed by a long, refreshing fragrance that filled her mouth. That time, she couldn't resist drinking half of it, and then, feeling guilty,
added a little water, but luckily, no one noticed.
At the boarding gate of the Sewol Ferry, everyone who could get in had gone in. Besides the few people Jiang Ming had gone to pick up,
there were eight people lined up at the entrance, all maintaining a high level of vigilance except for the fat man in the middle.
"The first two are both superhumans, their level can't be low. In the middle are four enhanced cyborgs; the one
in the middle of these four should be some important figure. And at the very back is a gun expert. Look at his hands,
the marks on his thumb and forefinger are from holding a gun for a long time, and those calluses, it's definitely him. How about that, was my analysis accurate this time
, Old Liu?" The speaker was none other than Old Chen, one of the chief engineers who had been idle all day.
"You deserve praise, but that's not all. The first two ability users, one skilled in fire control and the other in ability
shields, are both C-level ability users. The four enhanced humans are V3 types from the Great Qin Warrior Project, currently the most powerful modified
humans. I wonder if that last guy's eight-shot-per-second technique has deteriorated. The one protecting the middle is the young
master of the Red Flag family (the direct descendants of the Red Flag Ten Commanders, the highest leaders of the Earth Federation government at its inception).
See that seven-colored family emblem? It brings back so many memories! Hehehe!" Old Liu gritted his teeth
, stroking the scars on his face as he chuckled sinisterly three times.
"Hey, Old Liu! What's wrong with you? Your laugh is kind of scary. Hmm, it really is C-rank. Even
that young master you mentioned is an ability user, albeit an F-rank."
"F-rank? Let me tell you a secret you don't know: after an ability user surpasses B-rank, they can conceal their ability's outward
manifestation, making it completely undetectable."
"Keep bragging! You talk like you're an ability user yourself!"
"We've worked together for years, have I ever lied to you? Be extremely careful this time, I'm sure something will go
wrong." Old Liu spoke earnestly, and the usually carefree Old Chen, who truly trusted his old friend, had
to become serious: "I'm prepared. What's his background?"
"The Red Flag Ten Commanders' ability successor, the family that created the Dark Ten Years, the strongest mind controller—it's
better not to tell you his name."
"Tch!"
The Sewol spaceship will depart in ten minutes. Passengers, please take note: please be in the designated safety positions. All
relevant personnel, please board the ship immediately. The electronic announcement repeated itself over and over, but Jiang Ming still didn't show up
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