The Legendary Mechanic Chapter 1463 (END) - Final Relay, Destination Point (End)

The encounter between the two sides wrapped up swiftly. Ultimately, the timeline was fixed for nine years later. Without alerting the entire galactic society, the destiny of their dark universe was sealed. Innumerable residents across the galaxy remained lost in serene and joyful existences. Hidden from their view, the three Universal Civilizations and Han Xiao quietly geared up for shifting the dark side universe toward the genuine universe.

As the launch date of the plan drew near, time raced forward in this rare stretch of peace. Dawn broke and dusk fell, moments slipping away like rivers, gone forever. Nine years elapsed soundlessly while major organizations recuperated.

Galactic society had shifted, fresh waves of youth had risen, yet appearances stayed much the same. The three Universal Civilizations, Supers Holy Land, and Super Star Cluster Alliance held their territories in the explored universe. This day marked the scheduled moment, the launch of the Dark Side Universe's pivotal fate. Within Central Galaxy lay the military restricted zone crafted by the three Universal Civilizations just for today. Myriad Information Form reaction strengthening devices arrayed in a tight, orderly pattern across the galaxy.

Layered in spheres, they spread outward. At the heart of every support device cluster floated Han Xiao, solitary in the void. Distant fleets from the three Universal Civilizations layered with defenses to shield against disruptions during Han Xiao’s metamorphosis.

In the flagship, holographic projections of the three Rulers gazed solemnly at Han Xiao beyond the viewport.

“Your Excellency Black Star, preparations are complete. Please...” Marbruce hesitated, drew a deep breath, then addressed the comms channel.

“...proceed.” “...Alright.” Han Xiao responded steadily. Complex emotions flickered in his gaze. Though he had simulated this countless times over the nine years, the reality stirred deep sentiments. The dark universe conversion scheme remained an elite secret.

The three Universal Civilizations aimed to resolve this cosmic enigma silently while galactic dwellers slumbered. Ideally, the dark universe would fuse seamlessly with the real one, unnoticed. Thus, Han Xiao shared details only with Ames and select trusted allies. Everyone else carried on routinely until now. Han Xiao delved his awareness inward, his chest gradually glowing. It mimicked a pristine spatial passageway, space warping and compressing.

Swiftly, amid blinding radiance, the World Tree anchored in his internal realm emerged externally, radiating vibrant green hues. Han Xiao glanced down at the compact World Tree. His psyche linked seamlessly, poised to trigger the Information Form solidification anytime.

Yet then, he halted, eyes glazing dreamily. Information Form Anchors flickered through his thoughts, visions rippling like illusions. It felt like observing his centuries-spanning, wondrous life from afar. The closing image lingered on myriad known faces—past comrades, fallen foes, current companions...

“May all that transpired here anchor my being firmly. Let me never forget... I existed here.” Instantly, Han Xiao acted without delay, igniting the World Tree’s Information Form solidification capability.

Buzz!

Han Xiao’s form vanished in a cataclysmic light burst resembling the universe’s birth. Infinite brilliance erupted, overwhelming every sight. In that instant, the galactic society sensed it, minds instinctively turning to Black Star.

Floating Dragon Island, palace pinnacle. Ames stood balcony-bound, hands clasped behind, gazing at the luminous galaxy. Her flowing locks and dark gown danced in the breeze like ebony infernos.

“Mom, I just remembered Dad...” A youthful voice piped from behind, as a skirted girl dashed from indoors. She stumbled midway, nearly tumbling. This seven-or-eight-year-old resembled polished jade, cheeks plump, eyes like dark jewels, brimming with vigor.

Utterly adorable and spirited, she was Ames and Han Xiao’s sole child. Ames pivoted fondly, scooped her daughter close, nuzzling noses. “Mommy misses Daddy too.” The girl clung to Ames’ arm, nestling snugly. Blinking wide eyes, she whined softly,

“Daddy hasn’t visited in ages. Where’s he at?” “He’s tackling a massive task out there right now.”

Ames smiled gently.

“When’s Daddy coming home?” The girl’s eyes sparkled curiously.

“Not sure...”

Ames shook her head. One arm cradling her child, the other gestured toward the profound cosmos. “But wherever he roams, he’ll always guard you. Grow big, and he’ll return.”

The true universe, Solar System, trailing Neptune. A petite exploration outpost in black-blue coatings drifted silently in the void, masked as an asteroid. Utterly unremarkable. Inside the station’s observatory, suited beings in bulky gear tinkered with apparatus.

Humanoid builds, yet spiked hides armored their frames. Dwarfish at roughly 1.3 meters. Mostly remote sensors here. Overhead screens swarmed with Earth city vistas.

One spiked figure activated the recorder, cleared his throat, intoning in their odd tongue. “Planetary Year 27,081, Information Log. Target behaviors unchanged. No anomalies. Undetected still. Over.”

“Boring day again!”

A lanky spiked kin nearby griped, yawning wide in his chair. Shell and bones cracked audibly. The logger, likely captain, shot back sternly sans glance, “No anomalies is prime news. Our duty: block tech surges on the target pre-main force arrival, lest they craft galaxy-threatening arms.”

“Yeah, yeah, just venting. Wish the relief crew hurried. Rather cryo-freeze than babysit this primitive surface folk daily... Sigh, home cravings hit hard.”

The slim complainer sighed dejectedly.

These beings hailed from afar, Kabang Civilization outriders from another Star System. Scouting for alien life, Kabang dispatched stealth probes galaxy-wide. Ships cloaked perpetually, crews in stasis. AI roused them at civilization signs.

This Kabang squad ranked among stellar scouts. Ages back, Solar System entry pinged Earth probes, awakening them. Ship scanners fixed on Earth, they picked a secluded spot, ballooned the vessel into a mini-station, camouflaged it, and lurked.

Upholding non-interference, non-contact, non-exposure, this Kabang outpost endured in the Solar System, spying via ship gear on Earth undetected for eons. “Quit griping, focus on duty.”

The Kabang captain powered down the recorder, then added, “Main force trails by five hundred eighty Planetary Years. Monitoring ends soon, freedom awaits.”

“True enough. Eager to wrap up. These nutrient pastes sicken me daily. Craving home feasts...”

The gaunt crewmate yearned aloud. Long ago, they beamed Earth intel homeward. Kabang’s armada departed sans stargate tech, cruising near-lightspeed for ages, nearing now.

These veterans had shadowed the Solar System years as forward sentries. Tech vastly superior, yet they shunned Earth contact. Task: ceaseless watch, steering the incoming host...

Main force arrival would assure dominance. Conquest or annihilation? Trivial. Then, ponder the primitives.

The Kabang captain opened his mouth anew, but alarms blared from surveillance radar. Beep! Beep! Beep!

Everyone froze. They rushed screens, aghast at chaotic readings.

“What’s happening?”

Kabang scouts frantically calibrated gear—no faults. External metrics spiked wildly, space curvature foremost. Centered on Earth, vast spatial warps bloomed, racing outward fiercely.

“What’s this? Database lacks matches!”

Eyes bulged in alarm.

Suddenly, an unseen energy pulse detonated, sweeping cosmosward. It engulfed planets and their station instantly. Gauges overloaded, radars fried. Crew patted selves frantically—no harm. “Energy spike unparalleled. What’s occurring...”

As shock peaked, folds reached the outpost. Peering out, space rippled like rumpled fabric everywhere. Universe morphed to mire from their vantage.

Stellar and dark matter torrents whirled. Amid folds, phantoms danced: unseen realms, civilizations, worlds flickering into oblivion. Instinct whispered: the universe transforms.

“Heads up, team! New version drops in five. Overtime today—log in now. I’ll verify logins, got it?” Zhu Xiaohua bellowed. Dozens of workshop staff chorused back; he nodded pleased, spun to his private office, shut the door, eyed the central Galaxy pod eagerly. Hands rubbed in anticipation.

Post Black Star Army clips by ‘Bun-Hit-Dog’, Zhu Xiaohua’s venture boomed. Floor rented as studio, business scaled into a brand.

Galaxy hit record highs; he prioritized it. Two days prior, update kicked off; today, completion day for 6.0 launch. He geared for instant dive. New tier unlocks tantalized him.

Though “Galaxy” plots trended pacific, explosive hooks scarce, he foresaw players dominating post-“Galaxy”.

Calamity Grade freed, levels climbing—chaos-lovers would erupt, sparking clashes, epic tales aplenty for clips...

Zhu Xiaohua schemed content pivot.

Ditch Black Star Army focus; spotlight player/NPC sagas, series, interviews.

Endless fodder promised riches. “Fortune awaits again!” Thrilled, he settled into the pod adeptly.

Hatch sealed, update timer glowed. He gawked as seconds ticked, legs jittering impatiently.

“Seconds away... Five, four, three, two, one! Yes!”

Final tick birthed login screen—version 6.0 live.

Ecstatic, Zhu Xiaohua fired it up, eyes shut for immersion. Yet after a minute-plus, no Galaxy plunge. Puzzled, eyes snapped open. “Odd, login fail? Pod glitch? Nah, fresh two days back...”

Perplexed, he ejected, crawled out.

Squatting to probe the lid, knocks sounded. Staff entered sheepishly. “Boss, issue—we all can’t log in.”

“Not alone then. Not pod fault. Checked site?”

“Yep. Seems universal block.” Stunned, Zhu Xiaohua hit the PC, loaded Galaxy site, forums. Posts flooded—none logging in. “New version bug? Processor crash maybe... But total blackout? Officials should announce. Silence weird.” He scanned puzzled. “Ask them?” staff urged. “Yeah, I’ll ping officials.”

Zhu Xiaohua agreed.

Pro League guest slots granted insider channels.

Phone snatched, app opened, official targeted for query. But outer clamor rose. “What’s the racket?” Frowning, message paused, he exited. Staff clustered windows, skyward-gazing.

“What’s the spectacle? Posts, now... Huh?”

Irked, Zhu strode over, peered out, froze.

Street halted, crowds sky-gaping. Balconies, windows brimmed heads, awe-struck. Heart pounding, Zhu craned upward slowly.

Dusk faded to night; galaxy blazed early, stars cascading like inverted falls, swirling in Milky Way. Sky vortexed, twisted as if churned by giants.

“This, what...”

Zhu gaped, jaw slack.

As stupor gripped all, sky rippled; fleets materialized from nowhere, riveting stares. Zhu followed, eyes ballooning at battleship hull insignias... Instantly familiar.

Before reactions dawned, an even