The crimson proximity alarm chimed across the forward veranda of the [Gu Family Flying Courtyard Star-Fortress].
Thirty-two-year-old Gu Changsheng stepped calmly up to the front white picket fence, holding a porcelain mug of hot soy milk in his left hand. Meanwhile, He looked out across the starry clearing beyond the blizzard curtain.
Stretching across ten thousand miles of open space directly in front of the towering Sector 6 border gateway sat a massive, three-tiered iron wall of spacefaring savagery.
One Thousand Colossal Heavy Pirate Dreadnoughts—each warship measuring five to ten miles long, armored in jagged black star-iron spikes, and painted with dripping crimson skull emblems across their prows. Had anchored their hulls in an overlapping, inescapable crescent blockade!
Around the thousand black warships floated tens of thousands of automated space-mines and soul-locking harpoon turrets, turning the final approach to the Sector 6 Astral Ice-Gate into a ten-thousand-mile kill zone.
Gu Changsheng pulled his [Dad’s Plot-Spoiler Notebook] from his apron pocket and flipped to the newly updated red warning page. Across the parchment, the silver destiny-ink was boiling like hot oil as the Heavenly Script Pavilion threw its most desperate cross-sector trump card onto the board:
[EXTREME FOREKNOWLEDGE DECAY — ENDGAME BOSS PULLED FORWARD!]
