The crimson warning letters on [Dad’s Plot-Spoiler Notebook] pulsed like a hot coal against Gu Changsheng’s palm.
He snapped the leather cover shut and tucked it back into his apron pocket.
Three hundred million prisoners scheduled for a soul-smelting trench in one hour, Gu Changsheng thought, his eyes narrowing as he looked out over the snow-swept horizon of Prison Planet 1. *In the original novel, these outer labor worlds were barely mentioned in a two-line footnote about how Warden Tianfa fueled his fortress lamps.
Leave it to a hack grimdark author to treat three hundred million people like lamp oil.*
He turned toward the bow of the [Gu Family Flying Courtyard Star-Cruiser] and tapped the wooden railing with his [Iron Wok Spatula].
“Little Fifth, shift gears,” Gu Changsheng called out. “Engage the Planetary Guardian teleport array and drop us right over the central frost-iron mining pits. Keep the kitchen stove level so the rib broth doesn’t spill.”
Up ahead at the tow-chains, Little Fifth let out a booming dragon roar that shook the low-orbit clouds.
“Baba! Hold tight! Zoom-zoom!”
