With a skeptical heart, the young man carrying the bow and arrow ignited the "fuel rod" granted by the Ancestors and groped his way into the interior of the starship wreckage.
The silver disk in his hand projected a faint blue light forward.
Tiny particles of light gathered in the air to form an arrow-shaped icon, guiding him onward.
Meanwhile, Jiang Xuezhou, sitting in the bridge of the Orion Missile Cruiser, was munching on a compressed biscuit while remotely directing the native young man.
The whole process was like playing a first-person perspective RPG game.
If Night Ten were here, she would surely complain about it.
Not just first-person; when necessary, she could make the "drone" in the young man's hand fly back, switching to a third-person view.
Just as Jiang Xuezhou was enjoying the game, the ship's server suddenly received a message, appearing as a pop-up on the holographic screen in front of her.
