Xu Yang leaned back in his chair, sighed, and rubbed his eyes, the analysis over the weeks and months was beginning to show its effects.
The data was worrying, indicating signs that a group of monsters had established a base on Proxima Centauri B, likely a race with interstellar travel capabilities, their intentions and technological abilities unknown.
Xu Yang's gaze drifted to the window, the familiar sight of launch pads and rocket engineering seemed shrouded in shadow.
If they occupied Proxima Centauri B, it would be troublesome and disrupt their efforts to expand into the starry sea.
If someone gets attacked as soon as they take flight, then having wings might be a curse.
But there's no backing down now, whatever's there must be completely cleared to pave the road ahead.
A knock on the door, Xu Yang straightened up, it was rare to have a visitor at this time.
"Come in," said Xu Yang.
The door opened. Chishiki walked in steadily. Xu Yang was somewhat surprised. Chishiki?
