The three-tone perimeter siren echoed across the flagstones of the Galactic Flying Courtyard. Above the side study, a red warning triangle pulsed on Grandpa Fu’s radar projection, tracking one hundred high-speed spatial signatures hurtling toward the Gu Clan Starport.
“One hundred Rank 9 Early clones are bypassing the outer border arrays?” First Galactic Grand Elder Gu Cang gasped, clutching his pink floral apron as he stared up at the radar screen. “How did they slip past the ten thousand star-system defense gates without triggering a single spatial mine?”
“They’re using a narrative shortcut,” seventeen-year-old Ye Xiao said, adjusting his glasses as he read the energy trail on the radar.
“Look at their karma frequency. They aren’t flying through normal space—they’re riding a ‘Forced Broken-Engagement Sight Transition’ written directly by the Seven Script-Kings. It teleports them straight to the bride or groom’s front porch.”
“Wait—they’re coming here to break off an engagement?!” fourteen-year-old Jiang Tuntun asked, hugging her [Galvanized Galactic Lunchbox] with wide eyes.
“With who? Little Fifth is only eleven, and Big Brother Nian only cares about his radish garden and sword practice!”
“Let them come,” Gu Changsheng said calmly, not even bothering to turn off the stove burner under the tea kettle.
