Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2421 - 2261: Starry Sky
Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
It didn't take much time.
The dust storm made its way in.
The heavens above.
Turned dim rapidly from the fading light, with sight dropping sharply. Tang Qing hovered mid-air, as swirling particles rushed by without grazing him.
He endured the fierce gale briefly, before gradually lowering himself down.
Down below.
The facility remained steady amid the raging sands, a dome-like barrier holding back the onslaught from beyond. Such barriers had existed for ages.
Compact versions.
Were capable of stopping projectiles.
Massive variants.
Held up against atomic blasts.
Regrettably.
At the start, it served as a unique gadget, coming with belongings minus any blueprints. Following the recent enhancement, full details became accessible to him.
Starting from concepts.
Moving to methods.
Then to manufacturing.
This barrier system.
Even the core principles formed an immense wealth of knowledge, priceless beyond measure, opening up countless paths for further inventions.
As a result.
Countless practical devices kept appearing, and defenses like this one warding off sand gales ranked as the most basic uses, also fending off downpours and flurries.
The tough aspect.
Lies in finer control over tiny elements.
Such as.
A barrier spanning scores of miles, generating Earth-like air pressure within, thereby enabling a settlement on the red planet.
Allowing folks to dwell outdoors.
Sadly.
The feat proves incredibly tough.
At present.
It lingers in conceptual phases, demanding gradual investigation. Tang Qing feels no haste, proceeding steadily, since there's genuinely no pressing need—what sense in erecting a town in this wasteland?
Pure idleness!
...
At the summit of the facility.
Beside the viewport.
Tang Qing rested calmly, enjoying his brew, gazing at the tempest raging outside. It bore a resemblance to those back home, but this was the red planet's own fury.
The sensation varied greatly.
Tell me.
Who back on the blue world has witnessed such a sight so intimately like I have? Still, the place feels too desolate, unfit for people to settle.
Pondering.
Might there exist a method...to awaken the dead heart of this world?
"Little Two."
"Yes."
"Perform an in-depth survey of the planet's geology, and check if potent power sources could spark the core back to life."
Tang Qing commanded.
"Yes."
Little Two replied promptly, setting up the assignment.
Activation.
That forms its core function. Upon hearing the affirmative, Tang Qing gave a nod; earlier, mankind's grasp on this world relied mostly on assumptions.
Within those.
Errors always crept in, requiring confirmation through probes. Ordinarily, igniting a planetary heart sounds absurd, yet for Tang Qing,
it merely poses a tough endeavor.
Awakening.
The chief hurdle, in his view, centers on power supply. Once unfeasible, but now with harnessed star-power fusion under control, fuel shortages vanish.
The goal.
Stands as merely warming the rigid center to a molten state, granting it motion after endless stillness.
Absent tectonic shifts.
Spells no quakes, much less lava flows. Success or setback, Tang Qing stays untroubled; triumph brings gains, defeat costs nothing.
...
Ahead.
A miniature solar setup flickered into view.
Therein.
Three worlds glowed in green hues.
Including.
The red orb, Earth's satellite, and the incoming swift messenger. As for the innermost, Tang Qing held little hope, positioned far too near the blazing star.
Shields fail there, scorching rays end life in moments, and across the cosmic expanse, over a dozen golden specks denote vessels in transit.
Their destinations.
Focus chiefly on fellow worlds in the system.
Soon enough.
Tang Qing might zip to any local planet instantly, while three vessels push further on missions, aiming toward
--- The cosmos beyond.
Yet.
The initial destinations.
Stay the closest trio of systems, though recalling those vast gaps, Tang Qing felt a slight wince. In cosmic terms,
light-years.
Serve as the yardstick.
Hence.
Even hitting the closest neighboring setup, distant at 4.2 light-years, demands at least a decade with these crafts—rather drawn out.
Right now.
Out of reach.
Beyond instant jumps, he hasn't even touched upon faster-than-light drives, and with present know-how, even aided by advantages, crafting one remains impossible.
At the outset.
Jump points came one per tier.
Afterward.
Via initial access rights, boosted to a hundred. So, they weren't exclusive goods, but prizes. That's how he gained the barrier know-how.
Still.
Lacking cosmic tech branches, he can't produce more jump points, capped at a hundred, with twenty assigned to cosmic ventures.
Over time.
It pays off!
Should.
Jump points bend rules to forge star paths, he'd hit the jackpot, claiming a full stellar domain.
Contemplating.
Tang Qing sensed a spark of thrill.
But.
Glancing at the displayed figures, he settled down, knowing progress demands patience; just arriving at the nearest setup spans ten years.
Certainly.
In that span.
Should drive systems advance, time might shorten, likely hitting near-light velocities, shaving at least five years.
Fortunately.
Fresh innovations roll out fast, so any lag in developments can swiftly relay over existing spans to operate.
Moreover.
In void space, speedup lacks resistance, letting velocity build steadily if engines run prolonged, attaining near-light pace.
Up to 90% of light's swiftness.
In summary.
Prospects.
Shine promising, the sole snag being jump point spans—vessels shift roughly every million kilometers.
Presently.
Far from maxed out.
The worry.
Lies in abrupt breakdowns causing disorientation. And should sights fade suddenly, Tang Qing remains satisfied.
Give it all.
And let fate decide.
At the same time.
Sketch a tiny loop, mildly hex the oblivious setup, all while probing incrementally. Wishing these jumps cover enough ground.
...
Having observed the red world's sand fury for more than sixty minutes, Tang Qing headed back to the home world and stepped into the Practice Zone, transformed immensely.
Structures of industry all around.
Within.
Hosts of automated machines operating, crafting components, followed by transport to build zones; unlike prior setups, ever since fresh rights unlocked tech trees,
Tang Qing directed refreshes to his elite gear.
The intent.
Had nothing to do with battling foes, purely a gut-level safeguard. Across his extended existence, perhaps these tools would come in handy one day.
Amongst them.
A broad cleared space emerged.
Overhead.
Diverse flying machines stationed, compact as interceptors, grand as battle cruisers, largely imaginative designs—Tang Qing's own creations.
They appear striking.
That's sufficient.
Superior models.
Get fitted by experts with robust hearts, rendering them practical, much like the outpost sent to the red world, totaling six such here.
Additionally.
Plenty of orbital hubs.
Down the line.
Set to jump to vital spots.