Chapter 512: Learning Navigation Skills On The Spot
Chapter 512: Learning Navigation Skills On The Spot
The people aboard the Ark had been watching the battle unfold.
Though night had fallen and dust filled the air, the evil god’s massive form showed clearly on radar and infrared scans.
Even the energy readings and occasional booms revealed how fierce the fighting was.
Dr. X and the survivors didn’t know who was battling the evil god.
Still, they prayed for human victory all the same.
If the evil god triumphed, none would survive.
“I told you! I told you!”
Edgar, the research institute director, kept muttering since boarding: “The government labeled Gates of Heaven as a cult! How could they worship God? That octopus head’s obviously the devil’s spawn!”
Those nearby stared blankly – why state the obvious now?
Everyone at the base knew Gates of Heaven was a cult. Their rituals always ended with mass suicides.
People joined for personal interests – they couldn’t care less if it was a cult or not.
“Enough!”
Dr. X cut off Edgar’s rant. Peering through the observation window, his heart filled with regret.
He desperately wanted to study the evil god firsthand.
Such a chance might never come again.
All he could hope for now was leftover remains to examine.
…
Outside, Fang Cheng approached the Ark.
Up close, its surface shimmered with interlocking translucent panels – like a giant turtle shell.
He tapped the defensive shield. Solid. Perfect for attacking the evil god’s weak spot.
Damaging it now would be disastrous.
Circling the Ark, he reached the cockpit.
Inside, people recoiled when he materialized from the darkness.
“Stay calm!” Edgar shouted. “The shield’s still active! He can’t get inside!”
Fang Cheng vanished abruptly – which shocked everyone again.
Edgar sighed. “Thank God, he’s gone…”
Before he finished, terrified faces pointed behind him.
Edgar turned slowly.
There stood Fang Cheng – inside the cockpit.
The director tried to scream, but his voice died in his throat.
Everyone froze under Fang Cheng’s oppressive aura, knees trembling too violently to speak.
Time was tight, and Fang Cheng couldn’t waste time arguing. He stared at Dr. X, certain he alone held the answers.
“Dr. X, I need to launch this spaceship. Tell me how.”
Dr. X remained far calmer than the rest, studying Fang Cheng with keen interest. “You’re the Blood Emperor?”
He’d seen the video brought by the bald man, confirming Fang Cheng’s identity.
“That doesn’t matter now,” Fang Cheng said. “We must attack the evil god with this ship, or we all die.”
The room froze. The word “evil god” sent shivers through everyone. Memories of twisted, tainted humans becoming monsters lingered like nightmares.
Dr. X didn’t press further. “The Ark has weapons, but ammunition stores are low. Its firepower won’t surpass yours.”
“I don’t need weapons,” Fang Cheng said. “Just get this ship airborne.”
Understanding flashed in Dr. X’s eyes. *You’d ram it?* He didn’t voice the thought, instead shaking his head. “You’ll need two hundred crew. We’ve fewer than a hundred survivors who know the Ark.”
When entering the Ark, they’d counted three hundred survivors—mostly researchers, no guards or clones. The ninety-eight crew members had survived only because they’d been repairing the ship during the disaster.
Half the required crew was missing. Training others now was impossible.
Fang Cheng cut to the chase. “Is there anyone who knows all piloting skills?”
“Me,” Dr. X said instantly.
“You?” Fang Cheng blinked. “Aren’t you a biology PhD?”
Dr. X smirked. “Can’t scholars have hobbies?” His expertise spanned physics and chemistry too. He’d even helped design the Ark, mastering its systems during construction. Though he’d never flown it, he knew every technical detail.
Without warning, Fang Cheng slapped his palm against Dr. X’s head—something he’d longed to do.
“Doctor?!” Others lunged forward, fearing violence.
“Stop!” Dr. X shouted, face flushed but unharmed. He trembled with exhilaration, composure shattered. “This… this sensation… it’s extraordinary!”
Fang Cheng’s Thought Reading forced Dr. X to recall countless forgotten memories.
Even the most brilliant minds grow sluggish with age, their memories and knowledge fading as brains deteriorate.
Dr. X had long agonized over using injections to restore his body’s energy but hesitated due to the risks for elderly people.
To his shock, Fang Cheng could actually recover those lost memories.
Bystanders didn’t understand Dr. X’s condition. Seeing him turn red-faced and babble after Fang Cheng touched his head made their hearts chill.
Could the lifelong bachelor Dr. X actually have such tastes?
Yet given Fang Cheng’s appearance, even many men present thought “Count me in” alongside the women.
Within moments, Fang Cheng absorbed all of Dr. X’s memories.
He ignored other details, focusing only on the Ark’s technical specifications.
“Ten minutes passed. Twenty remain…”
Iyaya’s reminder came.
“I know!”
Fang Cheng opened his eyes. Blood around him spawned countless doppelgangers.
One after another, these copies flew to stations across the Ark.
The crowd stared in shock. Even Dr. X regained composure, studying the clones with intense curiosity.
Within minutes, over three hundred doppelgangers spread through the ship.
Each carried memories copied from Dr. X, perfectly capable of operating the Ark.
Fang Cheng secured the cockpit, herding everyone including Dr. X outside under watch.
The pre-powered spaceship stood ready for launch.
As the last doppelganger took position, the Ark trembled and began rising.
A hundred giant thrusters beneath the ship blasted pale blue flames, pushing it skyward.
The massive vessel accelerated slowly due to its enormous volume.
Fang Cheng left the clones to pilot while he moved to the bow.
The Ark pivoted midair – humanity’s first true spaceship, though few witnessed this historic moment.
Using this priceless vessel as a battering ram would horrify many, but Fang Cheng had plans.
Men always romanticize star-faring machines. He blood-created a thick ramming prow to protect the ship and amplify impact.
After thirty seconds of maneuvering, the Ark flew toward the evil god’s location under clone control.
Tsukimi Narumi had maintained her standoff for twenty minutes.
Her weakening portal flickered, barely holding. Most chains binding the evil god had snapped.
Sweat dripped from Tsukimi’s face as she gripped her Giant Sword, cherry lips pressed tight.
Translucent tentacles lashed at her, burning in the black flames of her cloak.
She could last five more minutes before Asaka Akihime and Ye Yuqing’s souls shattered. All depended on Fang Cheng now.
“Hurry!”
Iyaya’s panicked voice stabbed Fang Cheng’s mind. “Tsukimi Narumi’s failing!”
Fang Cheng abandoned the Ark, teleporting forward through dust clouds.
Ahead, the struggling evil god slowly broke free from its few remaining chains, pulling away from the crumbling portal.
No time for calculations. Fang Cheng rocketed toward the deity while boosting King of Kshitigarbha to Level 4.
Life: -81
Remaining: 143
King of Kshitigarbha Lv4