Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Chapter 568 Space Pirates (6)

In interstellar space, those with higher levels of mental strength receive more preferential treatment.

Even someone like the original owner, who publicly claimed to have S+ level mental strength, was no exception. Under normal circumstances, she would be assigned to do volunteer work and serve for ten years.

If something wasn't done, it wasn't done. The original owner won't take the blame or be the one to shoulder the responsibility.

The best way to break out of this predicament is to find the real culprit and clear one's name.

The original owner began collecting evidence, not for Crown Prince Mo Hua, but for the reputation of the Ouyang family and himself.

Unfortunately, the original owner hadn't learned any useful knowledge about fighting the Zerg, so he was just throwing his life away.

The investigation in the imperial city revealed nothing; it seemed that the traces of the Zerg had been deliberately erased.

The original owner could only secretly pilot the spaceship to the nearest battlefield to find resources.

Unfortunately, we arrived at the wrong time and ran into a Zerg riot.

The original owner's small spaceship was overturned by flying insectoids, and she was dragged out. Under the influence of the insectoids, her proud SS+ level mental power collapsed.

When she was found and taken back to the hospital, the original owner's face was disfigured, and her life was ruined.

Preferential treatment derived from mental strength will also disappear when mental strength collapses.

The original owner's mental strength kept declining, only stopping when it reached the critical point between C and D levels, but the preferential treatment completely disappeared.

According to interstellar law, treason is punishable by death.

However, since the original owner was the orphan of a martyr, the king still pardoned her, but she was spared the death penalty but could not escape punishment.

So after the original owner recovered, she was released directly, hoping that she could atone for her sins on Alberca.

On the day the original owner was released, Mo Hua and Yuwen Yanran held a wedding of the century, but unfortunately the original owner could no longer see it.

The original owner couldn't fly or pilot a mech. As soon as he landed on Albuquerque, he became food for the Zerg.

It's only because Xiong Bufan can fly that he's gone back to the space to be rebuilt.

The original owner was unwilling to die like this, and his soul wailed every day on Albuquerque. In the end, he was taken away by the Heavenly Dao and is waiting for a mission taker to complete the mission.

Xiong Bufan scratched his head. "The original owner didn't hide any memories, did she?"

Kong Kong flipped through the script given to him by Tian Dao and honestly replied, "No, what she said is true."

However, this world is dangerous; the Heavenly Dao says several mission takers have already perished here.

"Alright, what was the original owner's mission? If it's to win Mo Hua's heart, I'm willing to do it."

Kongkong: "I don't know how to play the game."

The original owner had only one wish: to find out the reason for the Zerg's later attack on the palace and to clear the Ouyang family's and her own name.

Xiong Bufan: "That's it?"

"That's all, but the current situation can be considered a disastrous start."

"Yes, the original owner and her family were wiped out by the royal family, and unfortunately, they didn't even leave behind a good reputation."

Lao Tzu believes that the later sneak attacks were inextricably linked to the royal family.

The events on the battlefield are inextricably linked to Yuwen Yanran.

Kongkong: "Bufan is truly intelligent."

"Bufan, what are you planning to do next?"

"Go to sleep, I'm so tired."

"Ok."

This mission really had a disastrous start. If it weren't for learning a skill, Kongkong wouldn't have brought Xiong Bufan into this world.

I just hope this world won't let Kongkong down.

Che Ziqin lay in the single room made of Zerg bodies, still feeling like he was dreaming.

He wondered if the people of the capital city knew that the bodies of the Zerg could be made into individual rooms, would the Zerg be wiped out? After all, land in the capital city was too expensive.

Even in this dire situation, he's still thinking about houses in the capital; he's gone mad.

Without spaceships and mechs, they cannot leave Albuquerque, so they can only make the best of it now.

Before his exile, Che Ziqin was considered the youngest genius in mechanical engineering. Before he was thirty, he could assemble mechs and make parts on his own, and the parts utilization rate was as high as 70%.

Unfortunately, an accident later caused him to fall into the mud...

When Xiong Bufan woke up, the sun had already hidden behind the garbage mountain again.

Although Albuquerque has no night, it has become dark.

This is a garbage galaxy. The artificial sun's role is to break down that garbage; it has no other function. Therefore, the sun is basically working all the time.

Xiong Bufan rubbed his belly, crawled over, and pushed aside the insectoid's tail with his hand, and she ran out as well.

Crawling around in the small house reminded Xiong Bufan of her childhood, the days when she lived with her parents. Back then, she never lacked food or drink, and she never embarked on the path of cultivation.

Kongkong: "Bufan, once you've cultivated to godhood, we can go back."

"I understand."

Xiong Bufan walked to the other two people's insect-themed private room, and was about to call them to wake up when he was drawn to a sound from not far away.

Che Ziqin and Luo Xixi were using a small cart assembled from parts to move the trash that Xiong Bufan had taken out. The brownish-yellow granular things looked like poop or insect eggs.

Xiong Bufan jumped onto the garbage mountain and stared at them. "Have you found anything to eat?"

Che Ziqin: "Let's tidy up first, otherwise this won't look like a home."

Xiong Bufan sat on the garbage mountain, unable to understand their attachment to their home, even though they had already been exiled.

"Without food, everyone will starve to death."

Che Ziqin: "If you're hungry, come and help. I'll find some materials to make a nutrient extractor. Maybe we can even use the Zerg corpses."

Upon hearing that there was food, Xiong Bufan jumped down from the garbage mountain, shouting, "Here I come!"

In this interstellar world, where there are no places to grow crops, everyone's food is extracted from the air, then flavored, and finally successfully marketed.

However, the technology for extracting nutrient solutions was controlled by the royal family, and ordinary people had no opportunity to access it.

Che Ziqin said he could, but that was only because he had seen the machine once before; he didn't know if he could actually make it.

The small cart that two people could push was propelled flying by Xiong Bufan alone, which shows how strong he is.

Luo Xixi and Che Ziqin kept shoveling the insect's entrails and other unusable items onto the car, while Xiong Bufan kept making deliveries.

Later, Che Ziqin searched for materials in the garbage dump, while Xiong Bufan and Luo Xixi cleaned up the trash.

After more than two hours, the place where the three of them lived was finally tidied up.

Che Ziqin found a large number of parts and kept fiddling with them to assemble them. Although he couldn't move his legs, his hands were almost moving like afterimages.

After finishing his work, Xiong Bufan sat quietly to the side and watched. This guy was unlucky and an idiot, but his hand speed was surprisingly fast. How did he assemble all these things?

Xiong Bufan didn't understand, but she knew she had to learn.

A small part has already taken shape in Che Ziqin's hands, and now he is constantly piecing together another part.

Xiong Bufan picked one up to take a look, but was immediately scolded by Che Ziqin, "Don't touch it, these are all useful."

"Can you teach me?"

Without even looking up, Che Ziqin refused, saying, "Don't bother me, go play somewhere else."

Looking at Che Ziqin's expression, Xiong Bufan, unusually, did not make a move and simply replied, "Oh."