Chapter 224: Chapter 153 The Meaning of a Good Game (Part 1)_1


    After dying for the second time, Qiu Yu’s spaceship self-destructed again, with an enhanced destructiveness that obliterated everything in the vicinity.


    Before he was sent back to the hangar, he saw on a scanner simr to a minimap that nearly all the red dots symbolizing monsters had been wiped out by the aftermath. A variety of monsters were sted to pieces, ensuring he took a host of them to the grave with him.


    The death of these monsters brought a great number of points, allowing him to choose a more powerful body and to upgrade to better weapons.


    In the hangar, a technician gazed at the revived Qiu Yu, and after carefully checking the points, widened his eyes and asked, “How did you manage that? Was the explosion really so powerful?”


    “Haven’t you ever self-destructed before?”


    “We’ve self-destructed, but nobody ever came back, nor was there any record to tell us the final effect of the self-explosion.”


    The Snowfield Hamster technician sighed, and said darkly, “Our home encountered a simr situation before. Songta is one of the most neglected areas within the Heavenly Taowork, after all, we Squirrel People are weak and our technology is severely outdated, with little to no value. To retake our homeworld, we lost half of our pilots. Hmm, why are you looking at me like that?”


    Staring at theining technician, Qiu Yu said in surprise, “No, I’m just astonished that this game actually has a storyline.”


    “A game, huh…”


    The technician, having received some training, knew that these special Squirrel People were envoys of an Outer God, with a thought process different from ordinary squirrels.<div>


    They have the ability to resurrect indefinitely and treated each death as if it was part of a game, so there was no need to worry about their safety or psychological state, and the task at hand was simply to support them with all might.


    This particr Outer God had even provided them with a “Service Manual.” The manual was not lengthy, but it detailed how to deal with these envoys and how to keep them content.


    However, even just casually dealing with them was fine, as these envoys seemed to have no other desires beyond piloting spaceships.


    Aside from the few Squirrel People who always tried to trick the technicians into cuddles, these envoys were actually quite agreeable.


    The spaceships and their weapons were products manufactured by that Outer God. Although they looked exactly the same as those of the Squirrels, their intrinsic nature waspletely different.


    Sir Big Tail had conducted experiments and discovered that these spaceships seemed to be restricted by some sort of incredibly strange power, which gave them ridiculously powerful capabilities.


    Supported by this force known as “Mana,” these spaceships appeared to be able to recover indefinitely, though the principle behind this was unclear.


    While it’smon for Outer Gods to symbolize the iprehensible, in the technician’s view, this particr Outer God’s power was so immense it was hard to fathom, seemingly on par with the Main God within thework.


    If only this Outer God could protect them…


    Quickly discarding this impractical thought, the technician felt the idea was far from realistic.


    The world was home to many intelligent species, but very few Gods, affording thetter significant choice.


    A benevolent Outer God had better options, with numerous races within the Heavenly Taowork eager to serve, far beyond the Squirrel People’s standing. It was unrealistic to harbor such hopes.


    The mere fact that the Outer God was willing to help save their home was enough for them to be endlessly grateful.


    Shaking his head to clear it, the Squirrel came back to his senses and disyed the avable bodies in the game.


    Each body had its attributes; some emphasized speed, others defense, and even a colossal Interster Fortress was included among them—the so-called hexagonal warrior, whose speed and endurance were outrageously high.


    But this thing was expensive andplicated to operate; it required multiple Squirrel Drivers to assist and pilot together to ensure it couldunch.


    Unfortunately, the Squirrel Drivers had to be rescued by the yer in the game, and once rescued, the pilots had to agree toe aboard the ship.


    Even more infuriating, this game didn’t support microtransactions, otherwise Qiu Yu would certainly have spent money to buy a 648 package and fill the ship with crewmembers right now.


    For the first time in his life, Qiu Yu actually found himself wishing the game had a microtransaction button.<div>


    Looking at the 3D model of the Interster Fortress before him, Qiu Yu had only one thought.


    That was cool.


    The colossal Interster Fortress wasparable to a small satellite; with this contraption, he supposed he could st through the region before him.


    Its trendy and futuristic design was every boy’s dream, one that lingered even into adulthood.<div>


    Knowing he couldn’t afford or use such a thing, Qiu Yu reluctantly averted his gaze, switched his body, and upgraded his weapons.


    Having talked, he bid his technician farewell and then closed his eyes, quietly savoring the sensation of thrust at his back.


    When he opened his eyes once more, he found himself amidst the stars.


    Although it was his third entry into this starry expanse, he remained intoxicated by its vastness and infinity, and was moved by its magnificence.


    After quietly enjoying it for a while, the game’s BGM began to y.


    Qiu Yu didn’t know which master hadposed this BGM, but from the first time he heard this music, he knew it was tailored specifically for this game.


    This symphony had no lyrics, just pure music. Its simple melody carried a mix of tragic and passionate air, making Qiu Yu feel as if he had truly be an astronaut on a mission to save his kin in the deste cosmos.


    It was a journey from which there was no return, yet he relished every moment.