Ironclad: How can hand-crafted knight belts not be considered genius?

Shortly after Jiang Ning took Izzy to register the company, the Black Tower Space Station received another major piece of news.

The Star Train, which had been dormant for many years and had gradually faded from the cosmic view, is about to visit the Black Tower Space Station after it has recently set sail again!

The announcement was like a meteorite crashing into a calm lake for the Black Tower space station, which had returned to its previous state of utter stillness.

This incident undoubtedly became the top topic of conversation on the Black Tower space station.

After all, any scholar with a bit of knowledge would be interested in this "resurrected" living fossil of the Milky Way, right?

The entire space station eagerly awaited the arrival of the legendary "unnamed guests" who were said to be practicing "exploration."

Several light-years away from the Black Tower Space Station, in a small and chaotic room.

A silver-haired girl with a distinctive "single-turbo ponytail" is staring intently at the digital virtual screen in front of her.

The pink bubble gum was chewed and inflated in the mouth, and finally burst with a "pop!"

The progress bar on the screen moved slowly, eventually reaching the "100%" mark.

[Space station network intrusion successful.]

The girl smiled contentedly and closed the pop-up window. She put her hands behind her head, crossed her slender, fair legs, and sprawled out on the gaming chair behind her without any regard for her image.

Just as she put down her cybernetic goggles and prepared to close her eyes and rest for a while, a virtual chat box suddenly popped up.

"Baby~"

How's it going? Is everything alright?

Silver Wolf lazily raised his eyes to look at the flashing pixelated Kafka avatar and spoke casually.

"Kafka, are you questioning the most top hacker in the entire galaxy?"

and also!

Don't call me that disgusting name! I'm not a child!

"Okay, I got it, baby~"

Silver Wolf angrily spat out the bubble gum in her mouth, but she was completely helpless against Kafka.

"So, according to the 'script,' it's my turn to 'visit' that genius's space station."

Kafka's gentle, cool voice, which concealed a hint of murderous intent, came from the chat box.

Silver Wolf nodded and added.

"I will send a signal to lure the antimatter legion to attack the Black Tower space station."

"Then, take advantage of the chaos to sneak in and retrieve the 'Star Core,' awakening 'her.'"

"Then it's up to you, baby~"

I'm going now~

Venturing alone into the largest interstellar space station in the entire universe seems to be like entering her own backyard to Kaffa.

Silver Wolf remained silent for a moment, gritted his teeth, and spoke again.

"etc!"

"Kafka, I have to remind you."

I don't know what's gotten into that old hag Black Tower, but the space station's network security firewall has been upgraded by several orders of magnitude.

I'm a little worried...what if she...?

Before Silver Wolf could finish speaking, Kafka interrupted her with a light and relaxed voice.

"I know, baby, I'm so touched that you're worried about me."

This matter isn't in your "script," but it's mentioned in mine.

Silver Wolf sat up from his gaming chair, his brows furrowed slightly.

"You mean... there's something about the 'script' that Elio gave you this time that I can't know?"

"Tsk... I think I have a clue... It's related to that mysterious 'masked man'?"

"uh-huh."

Kafka responded lazily.

"It seems so."

Elio specifically assigned me some additional tasks that I need to handle.

Never mind, I won't say anything more.

I'll be there soon, the rest is up to you, honey~

Pixel Kafka waved at Silver Wolf, and the chat box disappeared.

Silver Wolf stared at the spot where the chat box had disappeared, lost in thought.

"It's quite rare for Eriol to give Kafka an extra 'script' on short notice..."

"Alright, let's finish this 'mission' quickly and go back to playing games."

With the "EtherEditor" activated, Silver Wolf is back to his "script".

…………

In the outer space of the Black Tower Space Station, a streak of colorful star trails slowly extended and spread out from the void.

The ancient and imposing Star Train broke through the warp barrier, its silver-white body hovering quietly on the outside of the massive space station, its soft, warm golden headlights gently illuminating the cold alloy exterior.

The hatch slowly opened with a slight mechanical sliding sound.

March 7th was the first to hop and skip out of the train carriage.

Her short pink hair swayed gently with her movements, and her bright eyes gazed curiously at the seemingly endless, stacked, and sprawling giant space station.

Wow! This is the Black Tower Space Station!

It looks absolutely spectacular!

She held up her camera and eagerly pressed the shutter to capture the magnificent building in front of her.

With each click of the camera, every corner of this research hub floating in the sea of ​​stars was captured in the photograph.

Dan Heng followed closely behind, slowly walking down the gangway.

Its emerald eyes calmly scanned the surroundings, its gaze sweeping over the defensive emplacements and data stream signal lights on the outer perimeter of the space station, assessing the environment without making a sound.

"In March, let's not be too conspicuous. We won't be staying too long this time, so let's not bother others."

"Oh dear, I know~ I know what I'm doing."

"That's precisely why we need to take lots of photos to remember the trip!"

Completely ignoring Dan Heng's dark expression behind her, March 7th was fully immersed in her "photography domain".

Danheng sighed helplessly and followed March 7th on his way.

…………

The elevator slowly ascended, and calm, soothing music played on a loop throughout the elevator cabin.

The melodious tune stirred Kaffa's musical senses, causing her to unconsciously raise her hands and imagine a violin that did not exist.

A slender hand gently plucked the "strings," and with each "note" falling, teleportation holes began to appear without warning in various modules of the Black Tower Space Station.

One by one, ferocious-looking phantom soldiers fell out of the hole and began to indiscriminately attack the surrounding staff.

A piercing alarm instantly resounded throughout the entire space station, and red warning lights, symbolizing danger, flashed in various areas.

The script has begun!

In the distant interstellar Bureau of Commerce and Industry, Jiang Ning was overwhelmed by piles and piles of enterprise certification documents.

Izzy stood beside Jiang Ning, her elegance and composure remaining unchanged.

The next moment, the Humagear module next to Iz's ear suddenly flashed a blue halo.

"President Jiang Ning, Alan suddenly sent a message asking for help."

The Black Tower space station has once again been invaded by the antimatter legion, and this time the invasion came without warning, making it extremely strange.

Jiang Ning paused abruptly, a knowing smile spreading across his lips.

"Has it finally arrived...?"

Izzy, please tell Alan for me—'I've given you the emergency measures; I'll be there shortly.'

"clear."

Iz nodded and quickly relayed Jiang Ning's words back to the Black Tower Space Station.

A message popped up on his phone. Alan raised his sword, and with a flash of lightning, he instantly cleaved a phantom soldier in front of him into countless particles.

"Alan, is this Mr. Jiang Ning's reply? What did he say?"

Estella, shielded behind Xiao Er, peeked out and looked at Alan.

Looking down at the brief reply on her phone, Alan pursed her lips, then turned to look at Xiao Er.

"Xiao Er! Please protect Miss! I'll go deal with these bastards!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Alan rushed into the depths of the passage without looking back, completely ignoring Estelle's attempts to dissuade him.

A moment later, Alan went to his room and, after searching around, pulled out the suitcase that had been kept in good condition from a drawer.

"Mr. Jiang Ning, did you foresee this moment...?"

How far can your eyes truly see?

Without the slightest hesitation, Alan raised his hand and opened the briefcase. Inside lay a retractable belt core, an ice-blue short gun, and a blue key.