The Creators: From Night City

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The opponent's performance at this moment can be described as a dragon entering the sea, completely at ease.

As a new human being in space, Matilda's ability to move freely in a weightless environment is as good as a fisherman's swimming skills.

She skillfully used her hands and feet to gain leverage between the bulkhead and the debris, and through slight curling and stretching, she made herself as graceful and agile as a fish swimming in water.

In comparison, the other three female tourists seemed rather clumsy.

Or rather, too lively.

The three of them felt as if they were experiencing complete weightlessness for the first time, floating around curiously in the air, bumping into each other in the already cramped cabin under the dim light of the high-frequency transmitter.

Even in this environment and under these circumstances, the three of them still managed to have fun.

Compared to them, the last gloomy-faced man performed even more professionally than Matilda.

He firmly practiced the "three-point contact" principle, pressing his hands and feet against the garbage and the bulkhead, shrinking himself into a corner and fixing himself firmly there.

After the initial novelty wears off, comes a long and tedious wait.

Matilda, true to her loyalty, embraced Song Zhaomei, the two of them forming a protective triangle around each other.

"Let's take a break, we're going to be rafting for quite a while."

This is where the difference becomes clear: the new humans, born and raised in outer space, educated about outer space from a young age, and likely to die in space, are different from humans born on Earth.

The most obvious difference is that Matilda can easily close her eyes and doze off in a closed, dark, weightless environment filled with garbage.

Resting in a spacesuit is a highly technical skill that most people simply cannot do without extensive familiarization and professional training.

This not only effectively conserves energy to cope with emergencies, but also saves precious oxygen in space.

But the lark had no time to rest.

On the one hand, freedom was within her grasp, but on the other hand, frequent contact with the Black Wall and excessive cybernetic modifications led to severe personality deviations, while cybernetics was like a persistent thorn in her side, constantly threatening her life.

Even after arriving at the lunar colony, her journey to save herself had only just begun. How to get to the Moon Sea, how to contact the local forces, and how to find an institution and method to treat herself among the many illegal clinics in the Moon Sea were all as difficult as the Taihang and Wangwu Mountains lying before her.

Not to mention that there are also New America's forces in the Moon Sea, as well as a large number of agents planted by the U.S. Secret Service, who will inevitably hunt her down like madmen.

Her chaotic thoughts grew wildly like weeds, making it impossible for her to calm down.

She could only hold Matilda tightly, but could not get any sense of support from her.

As expected, she will now be fighting alone in the vast universe.

Why do you want to go to the moon?

Matilda, who was pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed, suddenly spoke on the communication channel.

"I simply want to escape Earth and gain freedom," the lark said, explaining her definition of freedom at this stage.

Chapter 587 Matter Travel

"The moon can be considered free? I really don't understand what you Earthlings are thinking. The largest Tycho colony on the moon is just so-so. It's cramped, resource-scarce, and the pressure to survive is ever-present. The poor can't even get a single breath of filtered oxygen. Earth is so much better. It's big and spacious, and the key is that oxygen is free."

“But not free,” the lark replied.

"Isn't this freedom? Do we have to be an ant inside the 'ecological dome' glass enclosure on the moon to be free?"

“You don’t understand, Matilda. Humanity’s shackles are never just chains, and freedom does not depend on how much space there is.”

“I don’t understand, and I don’t care. I just want to see the sea, the boundless sea, that azure continent made of water.” Matilda’s words were filled with irrepressible longing.

"Did you know that in the Tycho colony, taking a shower would cost an ordinary person more than half a week's income, not to mention that the water used is three-stage filtered water?"

“Taking a bath is something only the wealthy can afford.” The space-age girl attached the visor of her spacesuit to her face, her blue eyes gazing closely at Song Zhaomei.

“I dream of jumping into the sea, swimming in it, floating with the waves, diving and walking underwater, and maybe even catching a few fish to satisfy my craving. Let me tell you, I’ve been craving those beautiful fish in the ‘Golden Crystal’ tank for a long time.”

The lark hesitated for a long time before speaking: "A large part of the Earth's oceans has been polluted and is filled with biological viruses released by various companies. The environment is no longer suitable for fish to live in."

"In reality, most marine life has become extinct, and there are virtually no fish surviving in coastal waters." The lark gently punctured the information cocoon that the High Knights had created for their subjects.

Matilda's bright eyes suddenly froze.

She just kept breathing like that, and after a long time she finally uttered a dry, labored sound: "Ah, so that's how it is."

It's as if her dreams were polluted along with the ocean as humans polluted it.

"So you think you can gain freedom by going to the moon, Song Zhaomei?" she asked softly.

Song Zhaomei knew the answer perfectly well.

"No," she answered without hesitation.

"Then what do you think it takes to achieve true freedom?" Matilda's voice was so soft it was almost a whisper.

"To go to places even farther than the farthest reaches..."

Song Zhaomei murmured in agreement.

Then a long silence fell over the communication channel.

A violent shaking startled the two drowsy individuals awake.

They were 'captured' in the waste disposal unit.

After the turbulence, the sound of cutting came from the welded hatch. In a moment of trepidation, the sealed hatch was quickly cut open.

However, what greeted them was not 'space pirates', but the 'High Knights' space regular army, fully armed and dressed in full black space combat suits.

With four or five guns pointed at them, everyone was momentarily stunned.

"Damn it, what's going on?!" Song Zhaomei exclaimed, but before she could send out a network-level attack, she was suddenly shot in the back. A specially made electric shock bullet pierced through her protective suit, and the powerful current interrupted all her thoughts and actions.

The soldier opposite seemed unsurprised, as if he had expected it. He then pulled the trigger, and two specially made electric sticky bullets struck her chest one after the other, continuously releasing high-intensity currents that paralyzed her military-grade prosthetic body. Immediately, a soldier stepped forward and used a short knife to pry open her already torn spacesuit as if peeling a peanut, and dragged her out. Another soldier on standby locked a thick metal collar around the lark's neck.

As the collar was activated, the jamming device specially made by the High Knight for the "cyber nuclear bomb" Lark immediately blocked most of the opponent's systems and blocked all communication devices, fundamentally cutting off most of the top hacker's attack capabilities.

"The 'base' and 'ankle' have been attached to the target; the bird-catching operation has been successfully completed," a combatant reported to the bridge.

The lark's prosthetics had all stopped working, its limbs were limp, and it could only lie on the ground in resentment, staring at the direction behind it.

The gloomy man, who hadn't uttered a word the entire time, was holding a gun as he walked past the lark and joined the High Knight's armed squad.

He took off his smelly helmet and protective suit and stared at the remaining four people.

"Sir, what should we do with this Level 2 target and those three Level 3 targets?" The squad leader, armed with an electromagnetic weapon, pointed his gun at Matilda and asked the traitor.

The girl, who had experienced so many changes in just a few days, was now trembling with fear from the turmoil.

The man who had been traveling with her cast a cold glance at her, which sent a chill down her spine.

She remembered; that familiar aura instantly brought the blurry image in her memory to clarity.

“It’s you!” Matilda stared at him as if she had discovered the devil.

"You were the one in the alley that day!"

The High Knight agent, who was lurking in the Crystal Palace, had no intention of answering and his expression was chillingly cold.

If it weren't for this woman, he wouldn't have made a mistake on his mission, wouldn't have been demoted, and wouldn't have been sent back to the moon.

"Stun them all, seal them up, and throw them into deep space!" he coldly issued the order.

But before everyone could fire, three innocent stowaways suddenly stepped forward from the corner.

They passed Matilda and silently confronted the entire squad.

"Stand firm," a cold, beautiful female voice rang out.

Then, rhythmic knocking sounds rang out from the bulkhead of the spaceship.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The noise startled everyone present.

This is far more terrifying than a ghost knocking on the door in the middle of the night, since everyone is currently in space, and outside the spacecraft is a vacuum of more than 100 degrees below zero, an absolute no-life zone.

"Hooray!" a soldier exclaimed, his arm trembling.

The lark, on the verge of collapse, saw a glimmer of hope in this unexpected turn of events and immediately began to struggle with all its might.

A figure slowly emerged from the spaceship's bulkhead, becoming clearer and clearer until it detached from the wall and entered the spaceship's cabin.

This illogical scene left everyone speechless with shock.

"It's you!" ×2

High Knight Agent and Matilda exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

Jiang Bing remained unmoved, neither sad nor happy, and calmly met the eyes of the two men.

The golden flames attached to his body were all extinguished. After testing a little trick of the [Ether Furnace], Jiang Bing was in a pretty good mood.

Finally, it's starting to look like a creator.

Chapter 588 What do you want to do to my spaceship?

He held the resin bullet out in front of him, and as the high knight agent's pupils trembled, Jiang Bing gently tapped his cane.

"We finally caught you all at the same time. This is really not easy."

His response was a fervent greeting from the armed squad leader, accompanied by bullets.

Without hesitation, the other party drew the kinetic weapon from his waist, completely disregarding the prohibition against using kinetic weapons in the cabin, and frantically pulled the trigger.

However, all the bullets disappeared without a trace after leaving the barrel, neither hitting the enemy nor striking the bulkhead.

Because all those bullets ended up in Jiang Bing's hands.

As he released his grip, a bullet slipped from his hand and struck the metal deck with a crisp sound.

Amidst everyone's tense and alert demeanor, Jiang Bing took the initiative, sharply questioning, "What...do you...want to...do...my spaceship?"

The battle erupted instantly.

Sianwistan is a good thing, but after activating the Sianwistan High Knight Agent, it feels like the enemies he faces are not worth mentioning.

His current speed is so fast that it leaves a blur in the eyes of ordinary people, but can anyone tell him why his opponent's current speed is also fast enough to leave a blur in his eyes?

Is his Sinweistein not being driven, or has it broken due to lack of maintenance?

Constrained by the laws of physics, Jiang Bing had to slow down, but even so, his every move still created a howling airflow in the air-filled cabin.

He was too fast, so fast that the air blocking his path couldn't escape in time, and could only compress and gather in front of him to form a thick air barrier, waiting for the moment to explode.

If a sonic boom were to erupt in this environment, it would be enough to shatter everyone's eardrums. So Jiang Bing had a sudden inspiration: while carefully slowing down, he controlled the flames that originated from creation to burn and taint the condensed air, and then directly melt it away.

He succeeded. The flames of the Ether Furnace were incredibly effective against matter that interfered with reality. Without the interference of air, he felt that he could be even faster.

So Jiang Bing followed his intuition and sped up.

He spun his cane, drew his sword, and like a red dot in the Central Plains, pointed his cane and sword at the enemies who stood motionless like puppets, including the High Knight agents who could turn their heads slightly.

He was very lucky, because Jiang Bing spared his life because he needed to interrogate him to get information about the 'Coloring Project'.

He wasn't very lucky, because although he didn't get hit by the sword, he got hit by the much heavier staff.

Jiang Bing moved, thrust, drew his sword, moved, thrust, drew his sword, and repeated this set of movements five times in a boring manner before returning to stand still beside the three sisters.

The whole process was boring and had a mechanical feel to it, like piglets lining up in a slaughterhouse, or like fish being skillfully and numbly killed on a chopping board in the seafood section of RT-Mart.

But to others, things are not like that.

Matilda's eyes, wide with panic, were fixed on Jiang Bing, but she suddenly realized that his figure had instantly transformed into a blurry mass of color, like ink spreading on wet paper, filling the entire cabin space, making her feel as if she were hallucinating.

She couldn't help but blink, only to find that after this sudden disappearance, the other person had somehow appeared beside her, magically flicking a white handkerchief from a ball of golden flames that appeared out of nowhere, tucking the staff under his arm, and carefully wiping the staff and sword that had appeared out of nowhere.

Krag let out a sigh.

She saw or witnessed Jiang Bing's actions, which is why she was even more surprised.

With a series of "bangs," the corpses fell to the ground in unison, as neatly arranged as bowling pins that had been hit together in a bowling alley.

To be honest, given Jiang Bing's current status, bullying them is as unreasonable as flooding an anthill with water.

If he hadn't wanted to stretch his body, none of these people would have been enough to burn him with a single burst of ethereal flame.

With his staff and sword sheathed, Jiang Bing ceremoniously tapped the ground with his staff, and the spatial rift of 'Heimul' quietly opened beside him. The tabby-striped Felyne on duty this time was not dozing off and was waiting in full force with its companion behind the rift.

As soon as the door opened, several Palicoes immediately jumped out and began cleaning up the mess.

Those who were unconscious were taken back and given a tranquilizer dart to keep them unconscious. The dead were covered in flames that Jiang Bing fired, burning their flesh and blood away, leaving only a high knight-style space combat suit. They were then carried back as spoils of war by a group of Palicoes, who carried them on their heads.