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The moment the space station shook, it startled many people.
After all, they were amidst the vast expanse of space, and if anything major went wrong with the space station, there would be no escape for anyone.
Acting Station Director Asta was urgently searching for the cause of the tremor.
This young girl's hair was also pink but slightly darker than March 7th's shade. Looking hurried, her slender fingers continuously tapped on the holographic screen before her.
"Found it! It's near where Lady Herta stored the Curio. I remember that Dan Heng and March 7th went to that area too... Could they be battling the Antimatter Legion?"
"At least the space station's operations remain normal in every aspect..."
Upon completing her investigation, Asta sighed in relief.
It made sense when considering that although this space station was funded by her own family, The Family, it was constructed by Herta. Casual attacks could not leave even the slightest trace upon it.
Only Lord Ravager's intervention could potentially damage this space station, given its resilience comparable to the Emanator capable of burning entire galaxies.
It was clear just how sturdy this space station truly was.
"I hope Dan Heng and March 7th can safely bring Arlan back."
Upon hearing that Arlan, the head of the Security Division, had gone missing, Asta became deeply concerned. Despite her lingering unease, she couldn't show it on her face. As the acting station director, Asta needed to reassure everyone at the space station.
"Don't worry, Asta. Dan Heng and March 7th will surely find Arlan," said a redheaded big sister as she approached, offering comforting words with her softly parted red lips.
With her blue eyes, Asta gazed at the redheaded woman beside her... She wore a form-fitting white dress that accentuated her curves even more strikingly than Kafka's figure, which Bochang had admired earlier.
This was the navigator of Astral Express—Himeko.
The redheaded big sister donned a long trench coat with black exterior and brown lining, somewhat concealing her captivating silhouette.
Of course... from the front, it was still clearly visible.
Asta softly responded, "Yes..."
On the other side, when Stelle expressed her willingness to take responsibility for carrying Bochang, March 7th did not object.
After all, both had already made their decision.
Moreover, as a combat member, March 7th needed to be at the forefront.
It wouldn't be suitable for her to carry an injured person.
With the pink-haired girl's assistance... Stelle hoisted Bochang onto her back. Her hands supported the black-haired youth's thighs to prevent him from slipping down.
Despite their situation, Stelle still clung to her baseball bat, occasionally jabbing Bochang's thigh with it.
With his chin resting on the gray-haired girl's shoulder and hands dangling loosely at her sides, Bochang slowed his breathing. Although the occasional poke from the bat wasn't comfortable, being carried like this felt genuinely pleasant.
Moreover, his carrier was a beautiful young maiden, flawless from head to toe, exuding a faintly sweet aroma—making it even more enjoyable.
Bochang inwardly sighed, "Being injured... truly has its perks..."
The trio continued towards the Master Control Zone.
As they approached the metal wall that Bochang had blasted earlier, March 7th examined the large scorched crater and remarked, "My arrows can only create small dents here, but you managed to obliterate such a significant chunk... That's truly impressive." The pink-haired girl gestured widely with both hands, appearing exceptionally lively.
Stelle nodded thoughtfully, wondering if she too harbored such power within herself.
"I guess I need to be more cautious and not act impulsively like Bochang..." the gray-haired girl cautioned herself internally.
March 7th continued, "Impressive, indeed both stylish and powerful, but... you ran out of steam after just one shot. That's quite short-lived... Bochang ...heh heh... so short-lived, no matter how cool, it still makes you a Silver Spear Wax Tip..."
The pink-haired girl seemed to have some amusing thought, as she burst into laughter, her body shaking with mirth.
It left others somewhat speechless.
This girl was truly unpredictable.
Bochang glared at her.
"Short-lived? How am I short-lived? You've never even tried, so how would you know?" The black-haired youth refrained from saying these words aloud in front of the innocent-looking Stelle.
Whether March 7th was genuinely innocent or not was unclear.
However...
Judging by her behavior, she likely wasn't very pure.
In contrast, Stelle remained quite innocent.
After all, he had just been born, more or less?
Bochang wasn't sure either; regardless, the black-haired youth seemed to have lost his memories and appeared somewhat dazed.
The gray-haired girl completely failed to grasp what March 7th found amusing.
"I simply didn't control my strength well enough, releasing it all at once. Once I get some training... I won't repeat this embarrassing situation of using a cannon to swat a mosquito," the black-haired youth defended himself.
Becoming like Huihui, capable of defeating opponents with one hit, was absolutely not desirable!
"Hmm? Using a cannon to swat a mosquito, oh... that's quite an apt description..." March 7th's smile faded as she nodded thoughtfully. Then, realizing something, she added, "Right... we should hurry along! That loud noise might attract those monsters."
Bochang and Stelle had no objections.
The trio continued their journey and soon arrived at an even larger platform.
The area was well-connected, with a central vertical elevator. According to March 7th, they would soon take that elevator downwards directly to the Master Control Zone.
"Do you know the routes there well?"
"Uh... Also, it seems like you're not wearing the space station's uniforms. Are you really from here?" asked the pink-haired girl.
In response to her inquiries, both Stelle and Bochang replied, "I don't remember."
With no other choice, March 7th had to give up. Even if she persisted in questioning them, she wouldn't get any meaningful answers.
Amnesia served as the perfect excuse.
Just a few steps onto the large platform, the trio encountered enemies again.
"Bochang, wait for us here. Once March 7th and I deal with these foes, we'll come back to fetch you." Stelle set down Bochang, helping him sit against a wall, before tightening her grip on the baseball bat.
The black-haired youth, aware of his current role as a burden, nodded understandingly.
March 7th gave a thumbs-up and whispered, "Don't worry, we'll swiftly take care of this fight."
After this brief interaction,
the pink-haired girl had clearly realized that both individuals possessed extraordinary capabilities.
Bochang's prowess went without saying.
March 7th believed that if the previous cannon blast had hit her directly, even if she managed to block it, she would have sustained severe injuries.
Taking such a direct hit unprepared could likely result in instant death.
Of course, assuming it hits; as long as March 7th was prepared, she felt confident she could dodge it. Her initial lack of reaction was entirely due to not anticipating Bochang's attack.
As for Stelle...
Although March 7th hadn't witnessed her directly engage with enemies yet, based on the speed at which she confronted them earlier,
Stelle seemed to possess significantly stronger physical attributes than March 7th herself.
Even without combat experience, with proper training, she could undoubtedly become a formidable warrior.
"Appearances can be truly deceiving..." the pink-haired girl marveled inwardly.