The manufacturer of the Morningstar System is a veritable giant of a company called Microdust Machinery. Not only is it famous in the Bristol Star Domain where Earth is located, but even in more distant star domains, Microdust Machinery is a renowned presence.

As an innovative company that has only risen to prominence in the Bristol Star Domain in recent years, Microdust Machinery’s creativity has reached a level that makes its competitors spit blood. Not just in the field of Force cultivation devices—every area Microdust Machinery touches ends in disruptive results.

Simply put, Microdust Machinery is like Apple on Earth, always able to produce the most astonishing industrial products and create one incredible miracle after another.

Seventy years ago, Microdust Machinery launched the Macro Cultivation System. This system, which personalized cultivation by collecting user data, instantly captured ninety percent of the market in the three nearby star domains.

Seventy years later, Microdust Machinery’s next-generation cultivation system, Morningstar, was released, naturally drawing attention from the entire star domain. Especially Microdust Machinery’s competitors, who were desperate to get first-hand information to devise countermeasures.

There’s no helping it—Microdust Machinery’s creativity is just too flamboyant.

Rumor has it in the star domain that Microdust Machinery has redefined what innovation means, while its competitors have redefined what it means to be an idiot.

Fate can be so strange sometimes. While the whole star domain was eagerly awaiting Microdust’s new generation Force cultivation system, it was snatched up by a nobody from Earth, Eric Thompson. What’s even more infuriating is that the person in question, Eric Thompson, only has 0.2 Force—just a trainee warrior...

A chance encounter with Colin and the StarNet left Eric Thompson in a state of high excitement.

Eric Thompson finally understood why everyone needed something like Colin to access the StarNet—because the data and information on this network are just too complex.

Colin is like an intelligent personal network assistant, helping Eric Thompson sift out the most useful information from a sea of data. Without him, if Eric Thompson tried to wander such a vast StarNet on his own, it would only take a few days before the explosive influx of information would drive him insane.

The difference is, Colin is a first-generation model—a true artificial intelligence machine. All later models produced were only semi-intelligent and nowhere near as advanced as Colin.

In this respect, StarNet really is a strange company. For some unknown reason, their best products were never released to the public. All the little robots from the same batch as Colin were secretly destroyed.

Time flew by, and before he knew it, daylight was streaming through the window.

Eric Thompson checked the time and suddenly jumped up from his chair in shock—he’d almost forgotten that today was the first day of summer training and he was about to be late.

Pa~

Soft liquid metal straps extended from both sides, and Colin transformed into a watch, looking very much like the 1.5-inch smartwatches people often wear today. Fastened to Eric Thompson’s left arm, no one would ever guess that this little guy was actually an artificial intelligence robot from an alien civilization.

Eric Thompson hoisted his bicycle and hurried downstairs. The place he lived in was the old dormitory area of a former machinery factory—somewhat run-down, but the rare thing was that all the residents were old neighbors, friendly and quiet in daily life.

Back when North America fell, Eric Thompson’s parents happened to be vacationing there. As a result, they remained forever in that unfamiliar land. This apartment was the only inheritance Eric Thompson’s parents left him.

“Do your best!” Auntie Mrs. Miller, just back from grocery shopping, waved as she saw the hurried Eric Thompson.

“Got it!”

“The first day of summer training determines your class placement after you get into the Advanced Tactical School. Don’t drop the ball, kid!” Grandpa Mr. Carter, out for his morning exercise, called out loudly when he saw Eric Thompson.

Chapter Two: The Chronicle of the Fall

Eric Thompson sped down the road at no less than forty kilometers per hour, darting like a nimble loach through narrow gaps.

Most bicycles nowadays come with electric assist systems. Graphene technology has greatly improved battery capacity. Before graphene was applied, industrial 18650 batteries had a maximum capacity of only 3.4 amp-hours each. Now, that capacity has increased a thousandfold, reaching an astonishing 3,000 amp-hours.

Eric Thompson’s bike looks no different from an ordinary mountain bike, except for a compact 1,000-watt hub motor installed on the rear wheel, with a controller and twenty 18650 batteries hidden in the frame.

A full charge takes only a few minutes, and after each charge, it can travel over 2,000 kilometers!

What does that mean? It means a bicycle weighing just ten kilograms can rely entirely on electric power to travel from Shandong all the way to Guangdong, recharge in five minutes, and then ride back from Guangdong to Shandong—as long as you have enough stamina.

As a cycling enthusiast, Eric Thompson has never denied the tremendous benefits and convenience that alien technology has brought to humanity on Earth.

Fourteen years ago, an alien spaceship suddenly appeared and crashed in the Great Lakes region of North America.

Humanity finally realized it was not the only intelligent life in the universe, and from the wreckage of that ship, obtained a wealth of precious technological data.

Unfortunately, the alien ship brought not only an unknown civilization, but also a catastrophic disaster.