Reboot the Galaxy

Chapter 8 Unexpected Disaster

Di Yan's eyebrows twitched, and he listened intently.

"What is it?" the instructor in front asked.

A gruff voice rang out from the side and behind: "I need to go to the toilet."

Laughter suddenly erupted behind him. Di Yan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his growing anger.

"Go ahead, and remember to tap on the wall and ask Xavier for directions; it will tell you how to get there." The instructor didn't continue speaking but instead pointed to the information on the electronic blackboard and continued explaining.

The laughter from the people behind him continued. Di Yan turned around and saw that the person who had asked the question was a tall, rough man, at least 1.9 meters tall, with a strong and even somewhat clumsy build.

He folded up the small table and struggled to pull himself out of the chair, but failed repeatedly. The chair got stuck on his buttocks and lifted him off the ground until someone came to help him hold the chair, and he was finally freed.

Then someone else slapped his butt hard, and he rubbed it, muttering under his breath as he walked out.

Di Yan glanced at the person who had helped him; it was the white man among the black and white people he had noticed earlier.

He quickly turned his head, propped his elbow on the small table, and closed his eyes to contemplate, resting his cheek on his hand.

They were complete strangers, yet the other person kept appearing in their sight. Was it just a coincidence?

Di Yan's attempt to reject the idea was probably due to his excessive suspicion and focus on these two individuals.

He didn't want to assume things about others based on preconceived notions, as that might expose his own biases.

Continuing to attend classes, Di Yan learned a lot of information during his academic lessons.

The Viyin Starfleet currently has an active force of approximately 5.5 million personnel and possesses numerous types of starships. Including the people who live and work on the starships, the total population reaches 400 million.

Four hundred million people living on various starships constitute an entire starship civilization.

As for the starship models of the Viyin Starship Force, the instructor explained them quickly in class. Although Di Yan did not remember all the exact numbers, he understood the general classification rules.

In general, the starships of the Viyin Starfleet can be divided into three numbered categories: "M-", "H-", and "J-", with each category having completely different capabilities.

"M-" type starships serve as motherships and typically function as command centers in space warfare; "H-" type starships are escort formations, but can also act as motherships in localized battles; as for "J-" type starships, they only serve as mobile vessels and do not have the capability to act as motherships because they are the smallest in size. The J-45 that Di Yan and others were traveling in is the smallest starship model.

The starship you are currently on is a giant starship with a length span of approximately 28 kilometers, designated M-28.

Di Yan remembered this number very well because he had personally experienced the enormous size of the starship. The huge well, several kilometers in diameter, alone was enough to shock him and leave an unforgettable impression on him for the rest of his life.

Leaving aside the intricate internal structure, how long would it have taken the Viyin people to build this colossal 28-kilometer-long structure? How much financial and material resources would it have required?

He couldn't help but recall the old relics of the Weiyin people he had seen online.

Those cylindrical spaceships are generally no more than two kilometers in size; if they were any larger, the spaceship's propulsion would be completely insufficient.

Even if the power is forced to keep up, the ship's fragile materials cannot withstand the excessive stress. If the rear accelerates, the front may not have enough time to react, and the ship may break apart from the middle.

Furthermore, these spaceships were assembled in space directly after the Viin people built the space elevator, with materials transported directly into space.

They cannot land on the planet's surface; once they land, it's equivalent to crashing, as the spacecraft's own power is simply insufficient to propel it out of the planet's gravity and take off again from the ground.

In Di Yan's view, the probability that all of this was real was getting smaller and smaller.

These advanced and sophisticated starships seem to have appeared out of thin air; the Viyin people are simply using them.

This idea became deeply ingrained over time, and when the instructor announced the end of the morning's classes, He Xu came to find Di Yan to leave together, but he waved his hand and said, "I have a question to ask."

"So eager to learn?" He Xu was slightly surprised and followed Di Yan to the classroom. At that moment, the instructor was packing up his things and preparing to leave.

"Good morning, Instructor. I have a question for you." Di Yan's tone was a little cold.

The instructor looked up at Di Yan and recognized the young man; he was the most attentive student during the lesson.

The man smiled and waved his hand: "No need to be so formal. You don't need to call me instructor. I'm just here temporarily on a part-time basis."

"Part-time job?" He Xu asked, puzzled.

"Yes, my main job is as a teacher, and the content of these classes is mostly common sense. I'm just following orders from the military to give you a little training. I know you're all from Earth, so it's normal that you don't know these things."

He smiled at Di Yan; as a teacher, he really liked students who loved to ask questions.

Even though he knew that the group of people he had just trained were military elites from Earth, to him they were just like ordinary students.

"Ask me whatever your questions are," he said patiently.

Di Yan took a deep breath and slowly said, "My question is simple. Since the Weiyin Star Fleet is already so powerful, why do they still need individual combat? Is there anything that can't be solved by simply sending a spaceship over?"

The teacher paused for a few seconds, then said, "This obviously involves military secrets. How could I possibly know? If you want the answer, you'll probably have to ask your superiors."

Di Yan nodded slightly; the answer was still within reasonable bounds. He then asked his second question: "Why has the Viyin Star Fleet, established for less than a hundred years, grown to a scale of four hundred million people? Where did these people come from? With a force of over five million, why haven't I heard a single word about it on Earth?"

The teacher looked even more troubled, wringing his hands nervously as he said, "Young man, it's like this, I'm only responsible for today's training; the rest is outside my jurisdiction. Besides, I don't know the answers to the questions you're asking. I was born here, I live here, I grew up here. Earth is just a concept to me. I really don't know why you're unaware of the existence of the Viyin Star Fleet..."

Another dead end.

Di Yan remained silent. He did not choose to ask a third question because he knew the answer would be "I don't know".

"Uh, can I go now?" The man seemed nervous, and Di Yan's gaze was unfriendly, sending chills down his spine.

His gaze kept glancing at He Xu to the side; He Xu seemed fairly easy to talk to.

"Okay, you can go now." He Xu said calmly, and the teacher left as if fleeing.

Only the two of them remained in the room.

"Di Yan, I admit the questions you asked are indeed crucial, but I don't think we can get the answers right now." He Xu patted Di Yan on the shoulder. "We've only just made contact with the Starship Force, and we're only corporals at the moment. How much information could we possibly know?"

"Then what do you think?" Di Yan met He Xu's gaze, his sharp eyes revealing an undisguised murderous intent. "Are you really willing to submit to such a mysterious force, full of unknowns? And even to risk your life for them, to die for them?"

"Well... let's just take it one step at a time. After all, I don't have any good options right now." He Xu shrugged. "I was rescued from danger by Lieutenant Li. Before that, I was a bodyguard for a drug dealer in Southeast Asia. I wanted to get away, but the circumstances didn't allow it."

"So what? What did they do back then?" Di Yan squinted, scrutinizing He Xu.

He Xu took a half step back. "In order to recruit me, they wiped out the entire drug cartel. They promised the safety of my family in the Greater China region, which is why I agreed to come with them."

He spread his hands as if to show his innocence, "I really didn't think that much. I feel pretty good that they were able to wipe the slate clean and let me serve here peacefully."

Di Yan pondered for a moment, tapping his fingers on the wooden table on the podium. Finally, he looked up, his gaze becoming lazy again: "Let's go back."

He Xu frowned and followed Di Yan out of the empty room with its chairs scattered about.

With no plans for the afternoon, Di Yan intended to return to his dormitory to rest. He leaned close to the wall in the corridor and, as the teacher had instructed, knocked on the wall to call out to Xavier.

Instead of Xavier's voice, a light appeared, a bright white circle spreading outwards from Di Yan's striking point like ripples, like dozens of little elves wandering among the black stripes, before dissipating more than a meter away.

This can probably be considered Xavier's response to Di Yan.

Di Yan gave them instructions to return to J-45. Soon a white line lit up, winding and serpentine along a network of intersecting black stripes to the ground, then extending forward for about ten meters.

Following the white guiding line, Di Yan and He Xu returned to the long, egg-shaped J-45.

He Xu placed his hand on the snow-white arched hatch, and the hatch opened a crack with a hissing sound. Suddenly, a fierce noise burst out from the crack without warning.

"What's going on?" He Xu asked in surprise upon hearing the voice.

Di Yan's heart sank, and he immediately stepped inside as soon as the hatch opened wide.

The room was in complete chaos: on the floor and on the bed lay Mpuente's three teammates, some clutching their faces, others their stomachs, all groaning in pain; Ahn Jae-in sat on the edge of the bed, his mouth cracked and bleeding, his eyes fixed on the front with resentment.

Following Ahn Jae-in's gaze, Mpuente was kneeling on the ground, being pressed face down on the bed, his neck being choked.

When he saw Di Yan at the door, his eyes widened immediately, and he shouted something, probably calling for help.

The person pressing down on him and gripping his neck tightly was the mysterious Westerner who had never spoken to anyone in the dormitory.

Upon closer inspection, Di Yan realized that he was not a traditional Westerner. Although he had fair skin, his features were Middle Eastern, and his face was thin and pointed, clearly indicating that he was of mixed race.

"Hey! What are you doing!" He Xu stepped forward and questioned loudly.

"You dare try to stop me, one of you." The Middle Eastern man spoke in English, his tone melodious like singing, naturally carrying a provocative undertone.

"Let him go." Di Yan said coldly, his eyes gradually revealing murderous intent.

The Middle Eastern man just smiled, still holding the black man by the neck. He suddenly pressed his body down, and Mpuent below let out a soft scream.

He can't hold on much longer.

Three Black teammates shouted at the Middle Easterner, but they couldn't even get up. They had fought him before and were clearly no match for him.

He Xu strode forward, grabbed the Middle Eastern man by the collar, and pulled him back, shouting, "Get up! Explain yourself!"

The Middle Eastern man suddenly stood up, standing very close to He Xu face to face, his excited emotions accompanied by rapid and sharp breathing.

"You're going to stop me from dealing with these blacks too?" He stared intently into He Xu's eyes, gritting his teeth.

Mpuente covered his neck and coughed incessantly. Fear drove him to quickly move away, holding onto the bed, and helplessly curled up against the wall.

"Bullying others is wrong." He Xu took a step back, his voice trembling slightly.

Suddenly, the Middle Eastern man shoved He Xu several meters away, and taking advantage of the other man's loss of balance, rushed up and kicked He Xu in the stomach.

He Xu was practically sent flying; the kick was so fast that even when he reacted, he couldn't dodge it.

The Middle Easterners pounced on He Xu like wolves and fought him fiercely.

The situation took a sudden turn for the worse. Di Yan frowned deeply, intending to first find out the cause of the incident.

He grabbed a tablet, went to Mpuent's side, and asked, "Tell me quickly, what happened?"

Mpuent was terrified, breathing rapidly, sweat beading on his forehead, and his once-white teeth were now covered in blood. He began to speak into the tablet, his voice almost trembling with sobs.

Xavier translated: "We were fine when we got back, but then that man came in and came straight at me, calling me a nigger and saying we all deserved to die. I didn't know what was going on, and I was really angry, so the four of us started arguing with him. He started hitting us, and we couldn't beat him, so this is what happened..."

"Did you really come here to cause trouble for no reason?" Di Yan asked again to confirm.

Mpuent nodded vigorously in affirmation: "Yes."

Di Yan threw the tablet on the bed and turned to look in the direction of the Middle Eastern people.

He had already knocked He Xu to the ground and was kicking him in the stomach repeatedly.

Ahn Jae-in, standing nearby, yelled that he was crazy. He had tried to stop him, but the Middle Eastern man nearly broke his wrist and punched him in the mouth.

Di Yan suddenly stood up and walked angrily toward the Middle Easterners.

At this moment, he was seething with anger and needed an outlet. This Middle Eastern man was a perfect target; he didn't look weak.

The Middle Eastern man noticed footsteps behind him, turned around abruptly, and found an iron fist coming straight at him with a strong gust of wind.

He nimbly reached out to block the fist, then grabbed Di Yan's arm, intending to break his wrist.

Ahn Jae-in exclaimed in surprise, recalling that he had experienced a similar tactic before.

Di Yan was not so easily defeated. Instead of withdrawing his punch, he advanced.

Now he and the Middle Eastern man were moving in the same direction. Taking advantage of the man's momentary surprise, he quickly closed in, then stepped to his side, grabbed the man's neck with his arm, and tripped him, throwing him to the ground.

The Middle Eastern man groaned in pain; this was the first time he had been humiliated here.

Di Yan gave him no chance, raising his foot to stomp down. The Middle Eastern man immediately rolled to the side, leaped to his feet, and looked at Di Yan with a wicked grin: "Interesting. I almost thought there were only cowards left in the Chinese area."

"Making sweeping generalizations is not a good habit."

Di Yan cracked his neck, glanced at his roommates who had been defeated by the Middle Easterners, and finally looked back at the other person, saying slowly and deliberately, "Apologize, or die, choose one."