Chapter 32: Black Holes – Section 1

The vast starry sky stretches endlessly. Countless stars, large and small, remain quietly in place here. Some are enormous, while others are as small as table tennis balls. Against this backdrop, even the massive Thor Fortress appears unimpressive. The light from distant stars reflects off its surface, casting a cold metallic glow.

Fifteen minutes passed. Yet there was still no movement from the giant cannon barrel. Instead, the dark energy mass inside grew larger and more solidified, eventually becoming almost tangible. The Bacchus insects surrounding the fortress, upon witnessing this, changed their patrol routes and quickly turned to retreat behind the fortress.

No one is a fool. Though the Bacchus insects boasted of their bravery, they wouldn’t act recklessly. The Thor Fortress was the most powerful and terrifying weapon on Death Star. In this attack, despite their dominance in the anti-space realm, they dared not even get involved.

Because that giant cannon barrel had a name that terrified any living being—
Fusion-type Unstable Space Rift Generator.
Abbreviated as… Black Hole Cannon.

A single shot required ten minutes of charging, with only a 50% success rate. Such a slow and unstable weapon was likely only capable of being created by Death Star, the black-haired one, in the entire universe. Yet, correspondingly, the power of the Black Hole Cannon was also unique in the universe!

Because its attack targeted not the enemy’s body but the space around them! Such an attack was completely undefendable!!

Now, the Thor Fortress had reached the cosmic coordinates of the seventh star region and completed its charging. Shouldn’t that terrifying, one-shot attack appear soon?

“Damn it! Why did it fail again!!”

In the command room of the Thor Fortress, a young man was roaring in anger. It was none other than Bloodpupil. Ignoring the astonished looks of the staff around him, he grabbed his hair repeatedly, his eyes filled with blazing fury—so intense that everyone kept their distance. Not even a single person dared stand within five meters of him, except for another young man beside him.

That young man, naturally, was Blackhair. Amidst Bloodpupil’s furious outbursts, he lazily stretched and waved his hand, and immediately, a glass of red wine was handed to him. After taking a small sip, he spoke lazily,

“Shut up, Bloodpupil. Stay calm. Didn’t you know from the start? The Black Hole Cannon only has a 50% success rate? It’s only failed once so far—why are you in such a hurry?”

“Ah. That’s right. The success rate is only 50%, but…” Blood Pupil, who had been roaring, stopped abruptly and rolled his eyes. “Why do I have to be part of that 50% of failures? This is my first time!!”
“Pfft!” The red wine he had just taken into his mouth sprayed out instantly. His black hair looked utterly disheveled. He glared fiercely at Blood Pupil, his voice hoarse from the wine.
“First time? Damn it… You look like a bitter woman! Please act serious for once, will you?”
“I’m serious now!” Blood Pupil narrowed his eyes. “Dude, don’t you realize this is my first time using a strategic weapon? Just imagine—what a great honor! When I’m old, I can tell my kids, ‘Back in the day, old man here destroyed an entire planet with just one shot! Look how awesome that was!’”
“I guess your kids will just show you the middle finger.” Black Hair poured cold water on his head.
“That’s still an honorable middle finger!” Blood Pupil replied proudly.
The staff around them heard their exchange and all nearly fainted from shock.
So this is the top leadership of Death Star, the commanders of its most powerful warriors? Why do they seem like two hooligans? And it’s their first time, oh. My God, the bars on Death Star are always packed at night. It’s said that Blood Pupil is partly to blame for that. Oh, and that monkey too—the two of them are absolute clowns. The beautiful barmaids have boasted about their wild encounters more than once.
But as absurd as it sounds, it’s precisely such men who have brought unprecedented vitality and youth to Death Star. The barren planet has turned into a dreamlike paradise, equipped with a formidable military force that even interstellar fleets avoid. Now, they’re going to use Death Star’s most powerful weapon to prove one thing to everyone—
The Moors aren’t invincible after all.
“Are there any abnormalities in the target?” Amidst the joking, Black Hair suddenly turned and asked a staff member nearby.
“No. The predetermined coordinates remain calm. It might be because we’re too far away and outside their scanning range.”
“Good. How long will it take to clean up the residues from the last charging?” Black Hair nodded in satisfaction and continued asking.

“Five minutes. Black Hair Leader. Please give us five minutes.” A voice suddenly came from the numerous display terminals in front of Black Hair. Along with this voice, a group of massive construction mechs could be seen working frantically. They carefully carried pieces of dark, shiny crystals, moving with such caution as if they were holding bombs in their hands.

But even if they weren’t bombs, it was hardly any better. Black Hair knew that those crystals were actually residues left after the accumulation of black hole cannon energy—in other words, energy crystals. Unlike ordinary crystals, these were pure manifestations of energy! Their physical structure was extremely unstable. After a black hole cannon failed, these energy crystals had to be cleared immediately; otherwise, once recharged, they would cause consequences no one wanted to see.

Seeing the construction mechs at work on the display terminals, a satisfied smile appeared on Black Hair’s face. “Be careful. Don’t touch them. These need to be taken back to Death Star. Once processed, they’ll be the best energy source.”

“Understood, Black Hair Leader. Rest assured, we’re the best,” one of the construction mechs replied by waving its arm.

“Of course, I believe you’re the best,” Black Hair said with a smile. He took a sip of red wine but kept his gaze fixed on the red scale bar beside the display terminal. As the scale bar gradually filled up again, he slowly stood up, facing Blood Eyes beside him.

“No more first attempts. How about you give it a second try?”

“Okay!” Blood Eyes cheered, jumping to the giant control panel, lifting a transparent cover, and placing his fingers on the bright red button. His face twisted slightly as he gritted his teeth. “I refuse to believe it didn’t work the first time and will fail again! 50%! I’m in!”

“Click!” The button was pressed.

At that moment, everyone held their breath. Countless eyes were fixed on the large screen in front of Black Hair, where the vast starry sky stretched endlessly. Yet everyone knew that somewhere in that expanse lay the Moor clan’s unfinished space station.

One second…

Two seconds…

Three seconds…

“Damn! Did it fail again?” Blood Eyes screamed in anguish, his face twisted in horror. The sound of his gritting teeth could be heard clearly in the room, sending chills down everyone’s spine. Just as they were about to step back,

“Boom!!”

Severe vibrations shook the ground beneath their feet, causing everyone to nearly lose their balance and fall to the ground. Looking in horror, they saw a black light resembling a chain tearing through the space in front of the fortress with unimaginable force. A large, visible black hole suddenly appeared, its terrifying gravitational pull dragging the fortress rapidly into it.

“No way…” Seeing this, Bloodpupil’s face turned pale instantly. He never expected his complaints to lead to such a result. The Black Hole Cannon had been fired, but…

“The target wasn’t us!”

His mournful voice echoed, yet no one replied. Bloodpupil turned around in shock only to find all the staff members with strange expressions, as if holding back laughter. Before he could react, another intense vibration shook the ground. The screen showed a bright starry sky again—no trace of the black hole remained.

Grabbing the carefree black-haired man beside him, Bloodpupil’s expression was that of a child whose candy had been taken away—extremely frustrated. His voice was urgent and rapid, like a machine gun.

“Head, tell me quickly! What’s going on? That damned black hole—shouldn’t it appear on the Moors’ side? And why did it disappear so suddenly? Tell me, hurry up!!!”

“Hahaha…” The cabin was filled with laughter, even the usually calm black-haired man couldn’t help but smile. He gently pushed aside Bloodpupil’s big hand and tapped his head.

“Bloodpupil, have you never read the operation manual? Don’t you know the steps to activate the Black Hole Cannon?”

“Nonsense! Why would I read a manual full of trivial information? Wait… wait… you’re talking about the steps for the Black Hole Cannon? What steps?”

“Charge it, lock in the coordinates, then tear through space. This allows the emitted energy to travel through subspace, reducing travel time and increasing range. Once it reaches the predetermined coordinates, the energy explodes at the subspace projection point. At the same time, it penetrates the primary, subspace, and reverse spaces, triggering a black hole effect. That’s the attack procedure for the Black Hole Cannon. Bloodpupil, you really should read the manual. How can you not even know the effects of your own weapon? How can you brag to your future children like this?” Seeing Bloodpupil’s embarrassed state, the black-haired man finally replied with a laugh.

Just then, another screen in front of him suddenly flashed intense red light. The staff nearby were immediately astonished…

“Did it reach the coordinates so quickly?”