"Dawnbreaker" ... Are you okay? You talk back! DAWNBREAKER ..." Dead silence fell over the cockpit, and Matthew's heart tightened with foreboding. It was dark inside his helmet; he couldn't see anything, and his brainwave connection to the Dawnbreaker was inexplicably broken. He tried desperately to call out to the Dawnbreaker in his mind, but there was no response from the other side.
Matthew felt a wave of panic hit him as he struggled to lift his helmet, and through the transparent shield, the sight before him instantly stunned him. The cockpit was a shambles, the energy pectin floating disorderly in the air, the iron python lizard scales that had initially been covered the large hole had disappeared without a trace, and the hole had widened enough for a person to pass through. The air in the cockpit had leaked out, and the twisted and folded bulkheads looked frightening. Flickering lights cast eerie shadows in the silent cockpit, but no sound broke the dead silence.
What ... is going on? Matthew's mind was filled with doubt and fear. He tried to suppress the panic in his heart and hissed, "Dawnbreaker ... Dawnbreaker ... What's wrong with you? Answer me! Don't play; you come out ... come out ... come out ... I know you'll be fine ... you definitely won't. Nothing will happen ... you're so strong ... who can beat you ... Dawnbreaker ... don't hide! ...Come out...Come out..." His voice echoed through the shield, but there was no response. Matthew screamed hoarsely like a lone wolf in a desperate situation until his voice grew hoarse.
Eventually, Matthew grew tired and fell into a deep sleep inside the shield. But just as he drifted off to dreamland, a sharp alarm sounded, waking him from his slumber. Matthew sat up sharply and noticed a button under his seat flashing furiously. He moved up to take a look and was immediately struck by lightning - there was very little air left in the shield, and the system was about to open it automatically to protect the lives of the Mechs.
But at that critical moment, the alarm came to an abrupt end. With a brushing sound, the shield opened without warning. Launched into the air by the sudden blast of air, Matthew grabbed a hook on the inside wall of the cockpit as fast as he could before he could stabilize his body. This series of movements made Matthew, who had been holding his breath, feel like his chest was on fire. He swallowed and freed his left hand to fumble around his waist, finally pulling out a hose with an air nozzle. Matthew immediately stuffed the nozzle into his mouth and took a deep breath; only then did he feel the discomfort in his chest ease slightly. His face also began to regain some of its blood color.
Matthew knew he was still in a hazardous situation. The air in the cockpit had leaked out, and he needed to find Dawnbreaker and find out what was going on as soon as possible.
This life box, which Matthew had been hiding like a treasure, actually came in handy. This is not an ordinary thing, but an antique life box; its carving pattern is unique and exquisite, at first, just because of its beauty by Matthew picked up, intended to be used as home decoration. However, his father recognizes it for what it is - a lifeguard box made by the famous Wendy's company fifty years ago. Matthew didn't know much about it and tossed it to his father.
But unexpectedly, when his father was seriously ill, this small box, which Matthew had neglected, played a considerable role. On the wasteland of Starhill, the lack of medical resources means that the sick can only hold on to life and death by God. However, this life-saving box brought significant relief to his father's condition and helped him get through the hard times. This made Matthew realize the value of the LifeBox.
His father told him that the oxygen in the box could last an adult for two hours. Since then, Matthew has kept the box with him in case of an emergency.
Now that Matthew was in danger, the rescue kit became his lifesaver again. He realized he had only three hours to find a solution, or he would suffocate. However, the situation in the cockpit made him feel desperate - the oxygen generation system inside the light armor had been destroyed, and the stored oxygen had leaked out.
Matthew looked around and laughed bitterly in his heart. Was he going to be buried here today? He did not want to give up so quickly, but the predicament before him made him feel helpless.
Suddenly, he noticed a large hole in the cockpit. Could it be from the impact? Matthew's heart jumped. He gently stomped on the wall, and his whole body slowly floated towards the toolbox in the corner. The weightlessness made him feel extremely uncomfortable; he had always been strict with himself, but at this moment, he thought that the power of his whole body could not be controlled as freely as on land.
he could not care about that; the most important thing now was to find a way to deal with it. He opened his toolbox, discovered a bundle of high-strength fiber rope, tied one end to the base of the pilot's chair, and wrapped the rest around his body. In space, weightlessness was the worst enemy, and if there was no way to gain strength, death was the only thing waiting for him.
Matthew took a deep breath; he knew he couldn't give up. He had to find a solution as soon as possible. Otherwise, he would face unimaginable consequences. He glanced at the timer on the rescue box; time was ticking away. He had to hurry.
Matthew's emotions were heavy and mixed as he tried to dispel the fear of the unknown environment in his mind while a strong desire to survive erupted from the bottom of his heart. He tried to remain optimistic, knowing that a belief in survival might improve his chances of survival. He tugged at the corner of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner, trying to use it to lift his spirits.
He drifted cautiously toward the cave entrance as if entering a mysterious and dangerous unknown. The darkness outside was like the massive mouth of a flooded beast, as if it could devour all life. Matthew took a deep breath; the precious oxygen from the life box seemed to give him some courage. He turned on the laser light on his wrist, pressed his hands together at the hole's edge, and floated outward without fear.
His nerves were tense, and the muscles in his face were numb from overstimulation. He was sure there had never been a more tense moment. What could be out there? Meteorites? Mutant creatures? Or something even stranger? The fear of the unknown always sent a shiver down his spine.
But Matthew didn't flinch. The laser light on his wrist illuminated everything around him, and the sight before him stunned him. He saw the Dawnbreaker rooted into the belly of a spaceship as if two giants had collided in the unknown universe. Matthew could imagine this spectacular scene: the high-speed Dawnbreaker colliding with the vertically traveling Universe ship, and the violent impact caused the Dawnbreaker to be deeply embedded in the hull of the Universe ship. He secretly suspected This might be why the Dawnbreaker was damaged.
Leaving the Dawnbreaker's cockpit was a long, narrow passage. Various pieces of debris floated in the passage, and the surrounding area was covered with horrible cracks and scorched black spots, so it was clear that an explosion had occurred there. The lighting system of the spaceship seemed to have been completely damaged, and the entire corridor was plunged into darkness, giving people an eerie and terrifying feeling.
Matthew did not feel afraid. On the contrary, the calm in his heart grew more assertive. He began to use the laser light to carefully explore every nook and cranny of the passage, cautiously drifting toward the depths of the passage. He knew that he might still have a chance to survive. This belief boosted his morale, and he was determined to find a way out and stay.