Aidan cleared his throat: "I just taught Stelle an emergency distress code. In the future, if any of us are accidentally captured or trapped somewhere we can't escape, as long as there's a chance to pass a message, tell the person snooping for information, 'The Nailong and Belial will avenge me.'"
A ten-second silence fell over the Parlor Car.
"What on earth is that."
"I'll show you a video and you'll understand."
Aidan showed everyone an abstract video of the milk dragon and Belia—he had edited a similar thing based on his own memories.
"Hello to all the little kids posting Nailong, I am Belial, I'm coming to destroy the universe, all the Ultramen have been defeated by me, do you dare to stop me? Cowards have all swiped away, I want to make your [funeral] grand... (Belial canned laughter)"
"..."
Everyone was silent after watching this abstract video.
"After watching this, I feel like I see a mask behind me, coming to take me to enjoy bliss."
Dan Heng rubbed his temples, trying to clear that brainwashing image from his head.
"It's so weird, but let me look again."
March 7th blinked, her expression shifting from blankness to confusion, and then from confusion to a subtle addiction.
She reached out and clicked replay.
"Hello to all the little kids posting Nailong—"
"Stop playing it, turn it off now." Dan Heng grabbed March 7th's wrist, "Watching this kind of thing once is enough to shorten one's lifespan."
"Listening to it more, I actually find it quite catchy."
"It's actually not catchy at all."
Dan Heng sighed deeply.
"So are we really going to use this abstract thing as our code?"
"Please don't look down on Belial. He is the legitimate Emperor of the Belial Galactic Empire," Aidan corrected. "Regardless of how abstract it is, he's very powerful."
"Fine, fine, then what about that milk dragon?"
"Adding it is the only way to confirm this is just being abstract and not that the real Belial has actually arrived."
Dan Heng rubbed his temples, attempting to banish that brainwashing image from his mind. Unfortunately, the more you want to forget something, the more vividly you remember it.
"So, our emergency code from now on is... this?"
"Yes." Aidan nodded.
"Pom-Pom just told me that the Express is about to perform a warp jump to the next planet. Everyone, get ready." Himeko poked her head in.
"The next planet?" March 7th's attention was immediately diverted. "Where are we going?"
"It's a planet called Jarilo-VI," Himeko said. "The last time the Express went there was thousands of years ago. According to the records in the Data Bank, it was a lush and very beautiful planet. However, after so much time, perhaps earth-shaking changes have occurred there."
"Thousands of years are enough for a civilization to go from prosperity to decline, and enough for a planet's ecology to undergo drastic changes."
"Don't be so pessimistic." March 7th thought for a moment. "Maybe they've developed exceptionally well, with skyscrapers everywhere and a level of technology rivaling advanced planets."
"It could also be a wasteland," Aidan leaned back on the sofa. "Or perhaps it's being besieged by some monsters, waiting for us to save it."
March 7th glared at him.
"Can't you say something positive?"
"This is called objective analysis." Aidan spread his hands. "Look at our recent outings—when has anything gone smoothly? It's either the swarm or the Antimatter Legion. Following this pattern, Jarilo-VI definitely won't be some vacation resort."
"So are we going there to fight or for a tour?"
"We'll only know once we get there." Himeko smiled.
"Attention all passengers! The Express is about to perform a warp jump! Please return to your seats and sit tight, pom!" Pom-Pom's voice came through the broadcast.
"Hold on tight. The first time might make you a bit motion sick." Aidan kindly reminded Stelle.
"Why isn't March sitting down?"
"She wants to see if she can maintain her balance during the jump."
"Can she?"
"I don't know. I've heard she falls miserably every time, anyway. I've already prepared iodine and bandages for her."
"That's an exaggeration? Is the jump that dangerous?"
"If you don't sit properly, it's easy to trip."
— — —
The jump ended. With a tiny, inconspicuous help from Aidan, March 7th successfully took a tumble, but it didn't hurt.
"So this is Jarilo-VI... it looks so cold."
"Uncle Yang, I have a plan."
Aidan raised his hand.
"I'm really not at ease with the dangers on this planet. Why don't we make some preparations before the Trailblaze?"
"Hmm... preparations before the Trailblaze. Indeed, your consideration is thorough. So, what preparations do you intend to make?"
"A targeted elimination weapon: the planetary-level Planet Buster cannon!"
Aidan proudly announced the masterpiece he had been tinkering with all morning. He had put his heart and soul into it for a full 45 minutes—nearly half a System Hour—to create this!
Where exactly was the "heart and soul"? Where was the "full"?
"Planetary-level... Planet Buster?" March 7th's mouth twitched. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"It's exactly what you think it means." Aidan nodded, his face full of pride. "A masterpiece that took me nearly half a System Hour to complete! Though the time was short, the efficiency was high. Look—"
Aidan pointed at the Hyperion outside the window.
"I've mounted the Planet Buster on the Hyperion. This way, we can perform a planetary elimination in advance, and we won't have to worry about any dangers."
Welt felt like his cerebrum and cerebellum were elbowing each other.
"Are you speaking a human language?"
"Yes."
"But... you, hiss, what if there are people down there?"
"Eh, it won't affect people. What's the problem?"
"?"
"Essentially, this is a targeted elimination device specifically for the Antimatter Legion. Since the monsters of the Antimatter Legion are made of genuine antimatter, they can be easily identified and targeted for elimination..."
Aidan gave a technical explanation that no one understood—the kind that even Welt couldn't quite grasp, only understanding the summary at the beginning.
"Sounds... somewhat reliable?"
"It was always reliable."
Aidan put his hands on his hips.
"Otherwise, what did you think I built? A Star-Destroyer Cannon? I already said it's for targeted elimination."
Just kidding, a human body couldn't possibly contain antimatter of that purity.
"Since you built a specialized weapon against the Antimatter Legion, why call it 'Planet Buster,' a name that sounds like it's going to blow the whole planet to dust?" Welt put his glasses back on, his tone full of helplessness. "Wouldn't it be better to just call it an 'Antimatter Purifier' or a 'Void Ranger Elimination Array'? At least it wouldn't make people's hearts stop when they hear it."
"Uncle Yang, a name must have deterrent power. Think about it, if the enemy attacks and I shout 'Activate Antimatter Purifier,' the momentum instantly drops by half. But if I shout 'Planet Buster, Activate!', the feeling is completely different, right?"