Tom gazed at the dim star in the sky, his heart heavy with dread.
As long as he could still see it, it meant the Mechanical Disaster fleet's acceleration was still ongoing. This meant the shorter the expected time for the Mechanical Disaster fleet's return, the slimmer his hope of breaking through.
At this moment, it was estimated that the Mechanical Disaster fleet's speed had already approached the upper limit he could accept.
Just as Tom's heart gradually began to despair—even starting to plan for a restart and to preserve as many clones as possible to retain the technology he had developed over the years—he suddenly saw that the dim star had disappeared.
What's going on? It disappeared?
Tom, somewhat disbelieving, mobilized more Deep Space telescopes to point in that direction for detailed detection, but still failed to see anything. A surge of ecstasy welled up in his heart.
