Garon waited for the best position. The black ball that he transformed into started to shrink slowly like a rubber ball. At this moment, it became even smaller, like a compressed spring.
Finally, when it was about one-third of the way into the hole.
Splash!!!
Amidst the loud splashing sound, a black shadow suddenly flew out of the river and shot towards the hole.
With a puff, the black shadow completely disappeared into the hole. The green water of the Mother Stream below him extended tentacles that looked like flowing water in vain. They waved on the surface of the water a few times, but there was no target. After a long time, they collapsed and returned to their original calm state.
*****
Garon rushed into the hole violently. He felt as if he had drilled into a layer of sticky black oily substance.
There was no light around him, nor was there anything else.
Garon's perception range was at least a few hundred meters in radius. Even so, there was nothing around him. He was the only one who was floating at high speed due to inertia.
This seemed to be an area without any light, but there seemed to be no gravity either. Garon felt that he was moving at high speed due to the high speed he had rushed out of.
"Fortunately, there is no corrosion from the Mother Stream here. I can still hold on for a long time." Garon carefully observed his surroundings. Other than him, there seemed to be no other substance. The sticky feeling around him was only there at the beginning. Later on, he did not know if he had gotten used to it or not, but it had completely disappeared.
He felt as if he was passing through a very mysterious passage.
Time passed slowly. He did not know how long it had been. Perhaps ten days, twenty days, or even longer. Garon could not remember clearly. He just kept rushing forward according to inertia.
Gradually, there was a slight fluctuation around him. He seemed to be in a very long black passage. At this moment, cracks gradually appeared around the passage. The strange thing was that he could faintly see fragments of starlight outside the cracks.
Puff!
Suddenly, there was a sudden emptiness in front of him. Garon seemed to have been ejected from some kind of pipe. His surroundings lit up instantly. He had actually rushed directly into a brilliant starry sky.
Garon sensed that there was actually a huge blazing fireball behind him. The golden light and heat radiated in all directions.
"That's a star …" He recognized the name of the huge golden fireball.
Behind him, the star almost took up most of his field of vision. Magma was rolling violently on its surface, and some dark red things were crawling on its surface like worms. However, there were also some places where golden liquid suddenly rushed out. It was glaring and eye-catching.
Garon, who was in the form of a small black ball, looked around. All around him, there were dense twinkling stars. The light blue stars were faintly discernible as he moved, and some of them seemed to be eternally motionless, ancient and mysterious.
Garon noticed that the black pipe he flew out of only lasted for a short while before it quickly disintegrated.
He did not know what it was, but it was more likely that it was a tentacle that extended from the Mother Stream, connecting different space-time universes. Black Sethe had once casually mentioned some common sense in this regard.
If it was really the kind of tentacles from the Mother Stream, then it would be impossible for him to go back now. These tentacles usually only lasted for a short period of time, like the epiphyllum. They would run through many space-time universes, but they would soon be annihilated and decomposed by the universe's automatic recovery power. They were a one-time product.
When he came to this space-time, he did not know how long it would take for the tentacles to appear again from the Mother Stream. After all, according to the knowledge of the warlocks, there were an infinite number of universes and space-time universes. In theory, it was impossible to see the limit of the number because the universe was constantly being born and destroyed. The extension of space-time seemed to be able to continue to extend to an infinite number of worlds. Every smallest scale of time could be an individual world that was slowly evolving.
Garon floated quietly in the starry sky. Soon, he could no longer feel the presence of the Mother Stream's tentacles behind him. The countless high-energy radiation from the star quickly accelerated him in the original direction, but it was only a slight deviation.
The Mother Stream only existed in places with life. This was the truth that the warlocks had researched. This was because the water of the Mother Stream was composed of Aura liquid, and Aura was produced by the combination of the essence, energy, and spirit of living things. It could also give birth to new living things.
There must be living things around the Mother Stream.
As expected, a huge blue planet suddenly jumped into Garon's perception in the direction that he was flying in. It was as if he had turned from invisible to visible.
After Garon turned into a black ball and passed through a silver-white chain-like protective net, he fell straight towards the planet. Along with him, there was also a huge amount of falling debris. He seemed to have caught up with a large-scale meteor shower …
*****
"… The Mother Planet's Invisible Defense Skynet has detected that an unusually large meteor shower is about to fall. According to the observations of astronomers, the largest meteor shower this time is 2.1cm in diameter and the smallest is only a few millimeters. It will burn up after passing through the atmosphere and will not leave any residue …"
"Eat more, we have to go to school tomorrow."
In a somewhat simple white room, a family was eating lunch around a round table. There were a few dishes of good style on the table. Slight steam rose from the stewed meat soup, filling the air with a faint fragrance.
At this moment, a middle-aged woman who was sitting on the seat kept putting food into the bowl of a teenage boy.
The family consisted of two adults and an old man. They were eating quietly with their three children. The cutlery and rice bowls were made of white porcelain and some places were chipped. It seemed that the living conditions of this family were not good.
The white light in the room was slightly dim. There was very little furniture in the room. There was a table, a TV, a sofa, and a picture of an old man hanging on the wall. Then, there was a clean white wall.
The two adults' faces were full of wrinkles and they looked very tired. They were wearing work clothes that had been washed until they were white. They had blonde hair, blue eyes, and high noses. However, their faces had the temperament of an Asian.
The TV at the side was constantly broadcasting the evening news.
In the family, the two younger siblings looked at the big bowl of stewed food in the middle of the table from time to time. However, they did not reach out to scoop it. Instead, they swallowed their saliva and looked at the oldest boy eating.
"Eat more, remember to study hard in school. Your father and I suffered because of our lack of ability back then." The middle-aged woman kept scooping food for the boy.
"I know, I know. You've said it so many times! You're so annoying! " The boy had black hair and blue eyes. Like the only old man present, he did not inherit his parents' hair color. He had very long bangs that covered half of his face. At this moment, he was impatiently dealing with his mother's nagging.
The boy was wearing a white and slender school uniform. There was a dark blue sword-shaped logo on the cuffs and collar. There was a faint blue electronic light flashing on it.
"Alright, I'm full!" The boy put down his bowl and chopsticks and quickly left the room. He entered the bedroom behind him and slammed the door shut.
"Eat, eat." At this moment, the only old man present spoke. The other two siblings finally could not help but reach out to grab the spoon that was scooping the soup.
"Slow down, slow down …" The two middle-aged couple had a slight smile on their faces. They gave the remaining meat soup to the two children one by one. Then, they went to scoop the soup and meat for the old man.
"There's no more, there's no more. This old woman can't eat so much. You guys eat more. You still have to wake up early tomorrow to work." The old man sighed and pushed them away.
Inside the room
The black-haired boy quickly ran to the only computer in the room. He pressed the power button and turned it on.
His name and picture were pasted on the side of the computer: Nonosiva Lin.
Nonosiva was different from other people of the same age. He was the hope of his family. When he was in middle school, he got into the state's best Mech Academy, Ragusel, with excellent results. In other words, it was the Blackboard Academy.
This was a powerful academy that was exceptionally famous in the nearby states. It had a long history and had produced many high ranking officials and generals of the state. In this chaotic era where the Confederation's power structure was divided, almost every region was represented by the academy. Every academy had gathered a large amount of tyrannical power and had their own Mech sect inheritance. The Blackboard Academy had a long history of passing down several battle techniques and was famous in several states.
Nonosiva was able to enter this powerful academy because of his family's high hopes.
In this society where order was almost broken, the academy was the organization with the greatest power. It commanded the government's army and was the protector of a region. To be able to become an official Mech Master was the ultimate dream of anyone.
Nonosiva skillfully turned on the computer and quickly entered a website called the New Blackboard Academy. He entered the password and then used a scanning rod to scan the blue sword on his collar.
The black interface of the website on the screen immediately showed that the password was correct. After passing the verification, he quickly entered the inheritance database.
Mech battle techniques appeared on the purchase catalog one by one.
Level One Curved Steps, Level One Beam Sword, Level One Cannon Fire Control, Basic Perception Module Repair, Basic Laser Beam Repair, Level One Railgun Technique, Level One Life Sustaining System Repair …
Dense and detailed knowledge was arranged on the catalog.
Nonosiva's eyes quickly skimmed through the purchase catalog and landed directly on his personal information at the bottom.
'Nonosiva Lin — Level One Curved Steps, Level One Cannon Fire Control, Basic Perception Mastery …'
To be able to enter the official rating, this meant that Nonosiva's strength was considered to be at a very high level among his peers. Most of the others were only at the basic level and could not be rated.
One had to know that even the lowest Level One was extremely difficult. In the eight years of the academy, the graduation standard was to have an average score of at least Level One in all the compulsory subjects. For Nonosiva to be able to reach Level One in two subjects at the beginning of the second year, his results were indeed outstanding. In his class, he was also hovering around the top three.
He looked at his own subjects and instantly revealed a proud expression. He reached out his hand and unconsciously touched the small Crescent Moon parts in his pocket.
Compared to those rich and powerful students who had excellent coaches to train with every day, he was able to achieve such good results with his poor family background. Naturally, he did not rely on ordinary talent.
He had a secret, and it was this secret that allowed him to break through from an ordinary middle school student to stand out from hundreds of thousands of students and become one of the hundreds of elites who entered the Blackboard Academy.
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