A solitary transport ship was flying through the boundless universe, where the dark outer space always evoked an inexplicable sense of tranquility.
The destination of the spacecraft was a remote planet called Cold Land Star, characterized by its sparse population and cold climate, making it unsuitable for habitation.
As an interstellar transport ship, its thick shell and numerous sealed gun ports projected a fierce appearance.
"Chairman, every time you personally make these trips, please take care of your health."
Beside him, an elderly butler bent over and spoke, his tone filled with concern.
Wang Ji, spirited and vigorous, leaned on the console, his eyes quietly gazing into the deep universe ahead, where countless stars twinkled.
"No worries, every time I think about Loki Heavy Industry rising up, I feel like I'm instantly twenty years younger. This clear future, still striving, really feels great."
