Chapter 1521
FW73
Chapter 1521 FW-73
The crimson fireball crashed into the dark atmosphere, as if burning a jagged crack through the inky sky.
The debris, carrying molten metal, tore through the clouds, its outer shell peeling away in the intense friction, and crimson flames licking at the polluted air...
The atmosphere, mixed with rusted metal powder, sludge from rotting organic matter, and indescribable chemical fumes, was instantly ignited by the high temperature, bursting into an even more violent orange-red flame.
Like a giant, burning axe, it cleaves through the thick ash fog.
"Boom!"
A deafening roar crashed onto the rolling mountains of garbage, sending countless pieces of mecha wreckage and broken metal parts flying through the air, and billowing smoke and dust that blotted out the sun.
In the deep, sunken pit, the high temperature of the falling object instantly melted the surrounding waste into a liquid state, sizzling and filling the air with a pungent, burnt smell.
"What's that noise?!"
"Starship wreckage? Or an airdrop crate?"
"Stop talking nonsense! First come, first served!"
Before the smoke and dust had even cleared, countless figures had already surged in from all directions.
They wore patched and tattered protective suits and held steel pipes, wrenches, and modified guns.
The dirty helmet visor only let in a small amount of light, but it couldn't hide the wolfish greed in his eyes.
The two groups of people bumped into each other while climbing the garbage mountain.
The burly man leading the group brandished a cobbled-together, thick alloy pipe, its shaft welded with spikes, pointing it menacingly at the other man.
"This is my territory! You dare to take it from me?"
The slender, tall man opposite him sneered from inside his helmet and patted the holster on his waist:
"This is FW-73, a junk planet specifically for dumping unclaimed property. Your territory? Ha!"
The underlings immediately started making a fuss.
The tall man didn't waste any more time: "Don't waste your energy here. If someone else gets there first, we won't get a share!"
Upon hearing this, the burly man gritted his teeth and sped up, cursing incessantly:
"Damn it! I'm not going to bother with you now, but I'll show you who's really on this turf later!"
The large crowd that had gathered outside gradually settled down as the dust settled.
At the bottom of the pit, Antonio, holding his dizzy head, finally regained the strength to curse.
"Damn old Finch! All he does to maintain this old relic is dust it off, huh?! He reports the damage faster than I can change the subject! Wait till I get to Anemort..."
He paused, then spat angrily, "Forget it, let's not go, damn Annie!" He rubbed his temples and looked up, "Baby, next time you should put a starship in your space."
"Dream on!" Lin Fan was checking on Lan Bingru's condition. "Don't you have a clue how big a starship capable of interstellar travel is? Do you think you can stuff it into your space?"
Old Finch's dilapidated ship was far from being as brand new as it appeared. It started malfunctioning frequently shortly after it set sail, and it rocked as if it were about to explode at any moment.
Even with the Noah's super-strong support team, Lin Fan's constant efforts to maintain order were futile, with problems arising here and there, leaving him exhausted and overwhelmed.
Finally, seeing that there was no point in trying to save them, they decided not to bother and made an emergency landing on FW-73, the nearest planet to them.
This is a marginal junk planet in the Sersorn star system.
Because of the lack of resources and the poor natural ecological environment, it was specifically used to dump waste materials, which is commonly known as garbage.
Considering all factors, this place is not suitable for Lin Fan and his group to stop.
The terrible, toxic air quality is enough to make any normal person want to stay away from it.
However, from a geographical perspective, FW-73 is indeed the closest planet in a straight line and the most suitable for an emergency landing.
Most importantly, the faulty warning light on that ship made the entire control room look like an antique spaceship with red ambient lighting on, so it couldn't possibly hold out until it reached a more suitable planet for an emergency landing.
Fortunately, although FW-73 had harsh living conditions, it was not uninhabited.
Moreover, Noah confirmed that the starship transporting the waste materials would be back at FW-73 for less than two days to unload the waste.
That would be the most time-saving and labor-saving way for Lin Fan and his group to successfully leave the garbage planet and head to other habitable planets.
If we can just get through the two relatively bad days, everything else will fall into place.
Of course, the only one among the three who sensed the world's malice was the only ordinary person—Lan Bingru. The thrusters finally failed completely upon entering the atmosphere, saving Lin Fan and the others the effort of transforming into their mechs and going out to give them a push.
Before Lan Bingru could even cry out in alarm at the sudden increase in gravity, the starship's attitude control system was declared unusable on the large screen.
The spaceship, which had been relatively stable, began to shake and roll violently. Lan Bingru, who had never undergone a weighted test before, immediately rolled her eyes.
Lin Fan knocked the person unconscious with a chop to the neck, then used his water-based supernatural ability to stretch out a strap and firmly fix her to the seat from head to toe.
This exacerbated state of spatial disorder was equally unpleasant for Lin Fan, who hadn't transformed.
She suppressed her discomfort and wanted to ask Antonio to transform into Apollo and go out to rescue the starship.
But when I looked up, I saw that Antonio wasn't in much better shape either—his brows were furrowed, his face was pale, he looked like he was about to vomit, and he didn't even make a sound.
Lin Fan was unsure of Antonio's exact data from the 800-meter weighted test.
Seeing him like this, he definitely didn't feel comfortable leaving him in the control room with the unconscious Lan Bingru, so he went out...
This delay has already wiped out a third of the empty flights.
Oh well, it's just a bit uncomfortable anyway... I'll just consider it extra training for Antonio.
Lin Fan used his supernatural ability to add cushioning and protection to the seat, eliminating the actual impact damage.
But the bumpy ride reminded Antonio of that first hangover morning years ago, and he couldn't help but swear.
Lin Fan didn't feel as bad as him, he just felt a little carsick.
After quickly checking the starship's condition and confirming that there would be no sudden or serious incidents such as an explosion due to the impact, and even after the large screen could still display the somewhat unclear external scene, he then woke up Lan Bingru.
"Hey~ I don't have that much space!" Antonio became more talkative once he felt better, though his brows were still slightly furrowed, and he slowly rubbed his temples with both hands.
"That makes sense. Even the smallest starship can't be that small to handle space teleportation. Keeping it in space all the time is a good precaution, but it does take up too much space."
He slightly raised his eyes to look at Lin Fan: "How about... we put one in the Thousand-Year Space? It seems to be infinitely large there."
"You go and tell them?" Lin Fan raised his hand, and the small golden bell on the silver bracelet stood out.
“Then let’s forget about it.” Antonio shook his head, then quickly stopped. “Let Chitose stay put. With her around, I feel like things might get out of control. Let me think… Let me think…”
Lan Bingru woke up.
She fainted early. Although the impact was great, she fainted as soon as she felt unwell, so she felt okay overall. In fact, she seemed to be in better shape than Antonio.
The girl instinctively reached out to treat Antonio, but Lin Fan stopped her.
“Honey, you don’t love me anymore,” Antonio complained.
"You can't even handle this little thing with just one Nascent Soul Water?" Lin Fan replied absentmindedly, his finger already tapping the terminal to report the status to Noah.
"Hmph!" Antonio scoffed. "That's not your love..."
As he spoke, he tossed his hand, covering his head with a water balloon, and his expression immediately relaxed.
After learning that Lin Fan and the others had landed safely, the Noah crew breathed a sigh of relief.
The only problem now is the terrible air quality on this garbage planet.
“Direct inhalation is definitely not safe for the human body,” Cen Fangyuan said. “Especially for someone like Lan Bingru, whose respiratory system has never developed immunity, it would be severely damaged. I suggest wearing protective gear when going out.”
Staying on the spaceship is an option, but they'll definitely have to get off to board the garbage transport ship.
The three searched their storage space but couldn't find any suitable protective equipment to shield themselves from the toxic gas.
The Star Shuttle Set purchased in the Star Nexus Ring is not applicable here.
There were flight suits available, but they were too heavy for Lan Bingru, who had never worn one before, making it difficult for her to move around, especially in this garbage dump with potholes underfoot.
If all else fails, Lin Fan has already decided to manually create a safety barrier to stabilize the situation for a couple of days.
Lan Bingru suddenly pointed to the screen.
"Lin Jian! Someone's coming!"