165: Dancing on the edge of a knife in a spaceship! Target: the place where the gods fell!

A threat.

A blatant, undisguised threat born of absolute power.

The old man fell silent.

He kept his head bowed, his cloudy single eye fixed on the swaying blue liquid in the cup, his weathered face shifting between expressions.

In the tavern, you could hear a pin drop.

The surrounding desperadoes even held their breath, fearing that any sound they made would turn them into the next metal ball suspended in mid-air.

After a long while, the old man slowly, deeply exhaled.

That breath seemed to expel all the malevolence he had accumulated over decades of living on the edge.

“Heh heh…”

“Heh heh heh heh heh heh…”

He suddenly began to laugh softly.

The laughter started dry, then became manic, carrying a hint of self-mockery, a touch of release, and a kind of… extreme excitement of a gambler staking everything!

“Good!”

“What a ‘keep your life for yourself’!”

He abruptly raised his head, and in his intact single eye, an unprecedented, wild gleam erupted, as if trying to pierce through the dark demon god before him!

“I’ll gamble!”

The old man roared out these two words as if using all his strength!

He pulled out a scratched, incredibly old data chip from hisin my arms, and with a gesture almost like an oath, he slammed it onto the table with a “thwack”!

“Inside here is all my hard work from the past thirty years!”

“Not just safe routes, but also the detailed patterns of those damned wind shears, magnetic storms, and gravity currents in the Eye of the Storm! It even includes the complete data from the most terrifying ‘World-Ending Thunderstorm’ that occurred just three standard months ago!”

His chest heaved violently as he stared intently at “Yan Luo.”

“I only have one request!”

“I’m coming with you!”

This request even surprised Gu Zhixia in the “Thunder Dragon” cockpit.

“I want to see it with my own eyes! To see what makes your ‘beautiful big guy’ dare to venture into that graveyard where even gods fall!”

The old man’s voice carried an irrepressible, fervent desire to explore the unknown, true to his nature as a desperado.

“Moreover, the situation inside changes in an instant; data alone is just a piece of waste paper!”

“Only I! Only I, this old mudskipper who has swum in storms for decades, can make real-time adjustments based on the actual situation and find the true path to survival!”

Lin Mo was silent for a moment.

An experienced guide was indeed worth far more than static data.

“Alright.”

The voice from the Yan Luo mecha was still crisp and decisive, devoid of any emotion... Half an hour later.

Inside the Bridge of the Natural Selection, the atmosphere was extremely tense.

The old man, a Scavenger who was stepping onto such an advanced warship for the first time, did not act like a country bumpkin entering a grand garden.

After the initial, bone-deep shock, he immediately focused all his attention on the huge three-dimensional star map, which was constructed from the data he provided.

“The situation is worse than I imagined.”

The old man’s face was unprecedentedly grave, his mechanical eye flickering with dangerous red light due to overload.

“According to my data and the real-time calculations of your… this monstrous warship, the planet's energy is rapidly escalating at an abnormal rate.”

He pointed at the blood-red high-risk area on the screen, his voice hoarse.

“We missed the last stable period. Going in now is like crashing headfirst into a Level 9 civilization’s planetary shredder!”

“No, there’s a window.”

Lin Mo’s finger tapped lightly on the holographic screen.

A green safe route, minuscule to the point of being almost negligible, wrapped in countless data streams, was highlighted.

“Three hours from now, the north and south magnetic poles of the Eye of the Storm will experience a brief energy clash.”

“At that time, the storm intensity near the equator will have a relatively weak window period lasting approximately seventeen minutes.”

“Cutting in from here, we have a chance to rush into the relatively stable ‘Eye Corridor’ of the middle layer before the storm recloses.”

The old man looked at the route Lin Mo had marked, his mechanical eye flickering rapidly, performing hundreds of thousands of simulations.

Ultimately, he had to admit that the other party’s calculations were infinitely more precise than his own brain.

“Lunatics…”

“You’re all truly a bunch of lunatics…”

He muttered, his voice filled with incredible shock.

“This isn’t navigation at all! This is driving a spaceship to dance on the tip of a light-speed blade!”

“Sister, Brother Mo, will that be very dangerous?” Gu Nianqiu asked, hugging her carrot pillow, her small face full of worry.

“There was a documented SSS-class Imperial main battleship, the ‘Heaven’s Scourge,’ that attempted to force its way in without precise route maps,” Gu Zhixia added, her voice clear and cold, looking at the data on the screen.

“As a result, it was torn into elementary particles within three minutes.”

She wasn’t trying to demoralize, but stating a brutal fact.

“Then us…” Gu Nianqiu became even more frightened, her small hands clutching the pillow’s ears tightly.

“Don’t worry.”

Lin Mo’s voice was not loud, but it carried an absolute confidence that could soothe people’s hearts.

He stood up, walked to the huge viewport, and looked at the purple planet outside, radiating an aura of endless destruction.

“Our Natural Selection is no ordinary SSS-class battleship.”

He stretched out his hand, as if to grasp that terrifying planet in his palm.

“The power of fire god and the World Tree is not for mere display.”

A cold arc formed at the corner of his mouth.

“This level of storm is just an appetizer.”

Gu Zhixia looked at his confident, almost arrogant back, and her somewhat anxious heart inexplicably settled down.

This man always seemed to be able to create miracles.

She looked at the warning highlighted in blood-red at the end of the intelligence provided by the old man, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.

“This intelligence also mentioned that the previous team that attempted to explore the core area had their spaceship suffer an unknown attack in the very distant outer reaches, with severe hull damage, forcing them to retreat.”

“They suspect that in the thunderstorm core area, there might be… something guarding it.”

Upon hearing this, the old man’s face also grew even uglier: “Exactly, that’s why I said it’s a graveyard for gods. We mortals don’t even have the right to approach!”

“Guardians?”

Lin Mo slowly turned around.

A chilling, heart-stopping killing intent flashed in his dark golden pupils.

“Perfect then.”

His gaze fell on Gu Zhixia, as if saying, your whetstone has arrived.

“Saves us the trouble of looking.”