Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high! Chapter 1105 - 747: Gift! The Path Traveled

After navigating through a brutal campaign filled with countless bloody encounters and surmounting what felt like an endless series of defensive barriers, Bai E finally guided his heavily damaged but still formidable 'Monster Warship' into the orbital vicinity of Mine Star.

However, the scene that greeted him caused his spirit to plummet.

The expanse surrounding Mine Star's orbit was in a state of profound abnormality.

The very fabric of space seemed warped and twisted.

Instead of the usual void of darkness, the area was shrouded in a diffuse, iridescent 'data fog' that perpetually shifted in hue.

The planet's surface, the orbital structures, and even the scattered debris from past conflicts, which should have been sharp and clear, became obscured within this mist—their forms blurred, akin to viewing objects through turbulent water.

Even more alarming was the utter breakdown of sensory input.

The warship's advanced sensors were rendered useless; the radar displayed only static and nonsensical patterns, while optical feeds presented disjointed, flickering visuals.

Bai E's own spiritual energy perception was similarly disrupted and heavily suppressed.

His attempts to extend his spiritual energy felt like struggling through a dense, noisy 'information swamp,' making it impossible to grasp the true surrounding conditions.

It was evident that the influence of the 'Electronic Demon' had utterly transformed this region into an 'Otherworldly Space,' existing in a liminal state between the real and the virtual.

Here, the fundamental laws of physics and the logical structures of data were in a state of constant conflict, erosion, and intermingling.

[Alert: Entering high-density data contamination / reality distortion zone. Standard detection methods are ineffective. Physical constants exhibit unstable fluctuations.]

Intermittent warnings flashed from the warship's remaining, partially functional systems, which had not yet succumbed to the corruption.

Bai E resolved to press onward, but the warship immediately found itself in peril.

The 'data fog' ahead coalesced rapidly, forming several solid, crackling energy barriers that obstructed their path.

When he attempted to navigate around them, the surrounding space warped unpredictably, generating a momentary gravitational anomaly that nearly pulled the warship into its depths.

He unleashed weapon fire upon the energy barriers, but the projectiles seemed to hit water, with most of their energy dissipating inexplicably or being deflected, leaving only a minuscule fraction to impact.

Attacks rained down from every conceivable direction, exhibiting no discernible pattern.

At times, precise energy beams would erupt suddenly from the fog; other instances involved the shearing force generated by the spatial distortions themselves; and occasionally, phantom threats would manifest—appearing as enemy warships, but proving to be mere data projections, while the actual assault came from an entirely unexpected vector.

Bai E was forced to rely solely on his most primal combat instincts and his instantaneous reflexes for survival.

He retracted his spiritual energy, drawing it in to form a tight shield around himself and the warship, attempting in some small measure to counteract the environmental erosion and perceptual interference.

Even with this, he felt as though he were fighting unprotected in a dense storm—blind to his attackers, deaf to their approach, able only to withstand the onslaught from all sides.

'The way forward is obscured... a new assault could come from anywhere...' Bai E's knuckles whitened on the control yoke, cold sweat betraying his tense state.

The warship's shield reserves depleted rapidly under the relentless and bizarre barrage, while its recently applied armor plating accumulated a growing tapestry of deep gouges.

Within this domain controlled by the 'Electronic Demon,' his capacity for survival—specifically his 'procurement rate' plundering ability—was severely diminished, making it exceedingly difficult to pinpoint the fleeting 'fragility' of 'acquirable units' amidst the opponent's hybrid virtual-real, instantaneous attack-and-absorb methodology.

The situation had devolved into unprecedented difficulty.

He was alone, piloting a cobbled-together warship, ensnared in a hostile, rule-defying predicament.

Every movement forward risked stepping into a lethal trap; every moment of stillness meant enduring an assault from an unseen source.

Within this 'Otherworldly Space,' where the virtual and real intertwined and the fundamental rules were in flux, Bai E steered his 'Monster Warship,' a vessel pieced together from the wreckage of countless past battles, with agonizing effort.

Each evasive maneuver felt like a dance on the edge of a blade, while every retaliatory strike seemed to impact only illusions.

The shield energy had long since vanished, the hull was etched with deep fissures, and the engine emitted a mournful groan.

Precisely as an unavoidable, unseen cutting force field, born from the very distortion of space, was about to strike the 'Monster Warship's' vital engine core—

A gentle, pure, and untainted luminescence, a milky white glow, unexpectedly materialized from the emptiness, like an unwavering sentinel, instantly enveloping the entire vessel!

'Hmm...'

The cutting force field, capable of tearing through the armor of conventional warships, met this shield of white light and dissolved without a trace, vanishing like melting snow.