Dimensional Hotel-Chapter 530: Cross-Channel

In the remote deep space far from legitimate routes, an orbital laboratory resembling a giant disc is operating in a high orbit above a barren rocky planet.

Inside the "Black Stone" space station, the unsettling alarms finally began to subside, and the flashing red lights in the corridors returned to calm. As the order to lift the emergency state was given, the technicians, who had been on standby in the evacuation compartments, started to return to their posts one after another.

Meanwhile, as the large space station gradually restored order, a small team was cautiously and swiftly passing through a connecting corridor in the station’s lower levels, heading towards the medical area.

A floating stretcher hovered alongside the team, the deep blue body bag on it vaguely revealing a human shape.

Traces of blood-colored aura seeped through the body bag, supposed to be thick and sealed, continuously spreading into the air.

The Black Spot Soldiers in charge of escorting the invader’s corpse seemed entirely unaware of the blood aura dissipating in the air, maintaining a cautious yet serious state, advancing in silence.

The connecting corridor in the lower area was very quiet, as if the chaos in the upper laboratory came from another world. A certain stagnant atmosphere lingered around, with only the low hum of operational equipment passing through the alloy walls on both sides, dispelling the tomb-like eerie, oppressive atmosphere.

One Black Spot Soldier felt a bit uneasy and finally couldn’t help but break the silence: "It always feels eerie here... Is it usually this quiet in this area?"

"Don’t scare yourself," the squad leader’s voice sounded a bit muffled through the heavy Power Armor helmet, "It’s because the upper area was just too chaotic."

The team fell silent again, but silence lasted less than two minutes before another team member mumbled, "I heard strange things have been happening on the Black Stone Station recently... It’s been numerous times. Some compartments suddenly have inexplicable foreign objects appear, some rooms vanish without any reason, and I heard there’s an extra room in the logistics channel, even someone saw a bunch of black shadows in the cafeteria before."

"Maybe it’s caused by the rift generator," another Black Spot Soldier softly said, "I heard they replaced it with a higher frequency excitation crystal, but that thing’s not very stable."

"Or maybe some sections are just cursed," the first soldier who spoke shook his head, "How did they say it... the Mechanical Soul is displeased. The whole space station is just a big machine; the things in the laboratory have a touch of Black Spirit Ability..."

"You better not let the Science Examination Department hear you," the squad leader interrupted the soldiers’ conversation with some irritation, "The research projects up there are the ’boss’s’ concern, whether the space station is cursed is a problem for the scientists to worry about—less talking, more working."

The soldiers immediately quieted down, only one still mumbling softly: "True, my great-grandmother always said, don’t discuss Sirens when at sea, don’t mention Fire Demons when mining, don’t think about Subspace on a space station..."

The squad leader couldn’t stand it any longer and elbowed the muttering soldier, who finally closed his mouth.

Then they delivered the floating stretcher and the shriveled body bag to the infirmary.

Behind the team, the lights in the connecting corridor flickered slightly at a frequency nearly invisible to the naked eye.

...

A silver-gray fast shuttle silently slipped into the "Black Stone" space station’s lock. After undergoing strict security checks and identity verification, the shuttle directly entered a docking platform near the core experimental cabin.

The shuttle door opened, and a tall figure emerged—a female Arglede Elf with golden hair cascading over her shoulders, dressed in an elegant silver-white robe, her starlit pupils deep and serene.

She stepped off the connecting ramp, her legs under the skirt emitting a metallic sheen. Then, accompanied by a slight crunching sound, her legs quickly transformed and reorganized into a set of silver-white wheel-like appendages—as she elegantly glided through the connecting segment of the docking platform, not even pausing in front of the technical department officials who came to receive her.

"Save the formalities and head directly to the laboratory," the golden-haired Elf said, her voice carrying a cold edge within the calm, "Prepare the lab attack report within twelve hours and send it to my terminal. What’s the current status of the ’Zolda Black Stone’?"

"Understood, boss," a laboratory head quickly responded, hurriedly keeping pace with the golden-haired Elf while saying, "’Black Stone’ itself wasn’t impacted, the core area’s Shield blocked the assailant’s firepower. The greatest damage is to the rift generator—we had to destroy it to close the channel. Additionally, four ’communication devices’ between the rift generator and Black Stone are burned out."

"Casualties?"

"Three soldiers killed, six injured—all clones, the deceased ones are already in the Resurrection process."

"Hmm."

The golden-haired Elf nodded slightly, simply responding, then entered the most central part of the entire space station—the circular laboratory housing the "Zolda Black Stone."

In fact, this entire space station was established around that unremarkably looking piece of "stone," everything here—from equipment to personnel—for that "Zolda Black Stone."

Not until seeing that black fragment still floating in the captive field, did the oppressive atmosphere around the golden-haired Elf slightly dissipate, visibly relaxing her (also allowing the accompanied personnel to breathe a sigh of relief), then she smoothly glided to the platform next to it.

She looked up, a gentle, almost intoxicated smile appeared on her face, her starry golden pupils as if captured by gravity staring longingly at the complex and mysterious ancient patterns on the surface of the Zolda Black Stone.

"Ah... you are still here..."

She muttered softly, the tension in her emotions further eased.

The Black Stone trembled in her vision, emitting inaudible whispers.

The Golden-haired Elf slightly closed her eyes, gently nodding her head, with a serene and gentle smile on her face, as if she were receiving some kind of enlightenment—the Arglede Astrologers often showed such an intoxicated expression when listening to the whispers among the stars. This is the natural reaction when truth and knowledge irrigate the heart and the soul gets to be enriched.

The nearby busy technicians noticed this scene and all slowed down their actions, trying to avoid making noise, as if afraid of interrupting the "boss’s" exchange with the Black Stone.

But suddenly, the Golden-haired Elf, who was intently listening to the Black Stone’s whispers, slightly furrowed her brows.

She still had her eyes closed, but her brows were furrowed in confusion, and she muttered to herself in a low voice: "I... I don’t understand... what you are teaching this time... 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"What does ’online recruiting of parents, going offline will cost’ mean...?

"Yes, yes, the mapping rules of time and space within the Subspace lane are... what does it mean to patch soldiers like a ten-year brain thrombosis?

"...Why do direct relatives need to rotate rapidly at six thousand revolutions per second during the ascent... exploded? What exploded?

"...Who’s the irritating sweeping robot?"

An endless roar descended in the illusory celestial revelation, those enlightening stellar illusions collapsed in cognition, a chaotic stream of information deviated from its previous trajectory and mercilessly expelled the fragile mortal mind from the connected state—the Golden-haired Elf suddenly opened her eyes, for a moment feeling like the earth and sky were shaking, her wheel-like limbs lost control and jerked backward and then forward again, causing her whole body to tilt backward.

But at that moment, the bionic covering on her back opened instantly, and the hidden nanomachine swarm inside her generated several mechanical limbs in the blink of an eye, supporting her body from falling.

The nearby entourage rushed over immediately, safeguarding the Golden-haired Elf. Additionally, two guards stepped forward and extended their hands, ready to support their boss.

The Golden-haired Elf waved her hand, not accepting the attendants’ support, and instead looked up with a bewildered gaze at the Zolda Black Stone within the confinement force field, hesitated for a moment, and then muttered softly: "...Too profound."

A nearby attendant, not hearing clearly, asked in confusion: "Boss?"

"Where is the ’Infiltrator’ who reported back previously? Where is he now?" The Golden-haired Elf did not explain what had just happened but asked with a solemn tone.

"Ah, still in the life-sustaining container—his physical deformation is very severe, and the pollution is difficult to clear. We are considering transferring his consciousness into a cloned body..."

"Take me to him; I greatly need the knowledge he brought back now."

The Golden-haired Elf quickly said, the noise and disoriented sense of illusion caused by the torrents of knowledge swirling in her mind, making it hard for her to focus. In fact, she had almost forgotten what she had heard and seen just now, only vaguely recalling... this time, the enlightenment brought by the Black Stone was stronger and more intense than any previous time, and the amount of information and its form were completely different from before.

These "strikingly different" residual sensations made her heart pound.

The stars are supreme, too profound.

It’s like the feeling of attending a higher mathematics class while being hung on a tree.

...

The daze after death lasted a long time, seemingly even longer than usual under normal circumstances. After an unknown period, Yu Sheng finally reconstructed his consciousness in this haze and let his thinking become coherent.

"Is it because this time I died too far away? Or because I talked too much nonsense before dying and ran out of breath?"

He muttered in a dark chaos, then slightly relaxed with a sigh, allowing his mind to drift upward in the darkness.

The familiar sensation of crossing some boundary of nothingness emanated from all around, and the symptoms of death receded from him. He roughly judged his current position and then confirmed that there seemed to be no other life signals around the area where he was about to resurrect.

Safe, time to open your eyes.

So he opened his eyes, once again stepping into the world of the living.

A long corridor came into view.

The lighting was dim, silent and lifeless, with no silhouette in sight, only a web of crisscrossing black spider silk woven within the vision.