I Plunder Endlessly In the Interstellar Age

On a June day, the air was like fire, and the hut less than 30 square meters was even hotter.

The gleaming knife tip slashed heavily across a white crystal, and the tiny scratches gradually increased like lines until they became deep grooves, forming a complex and mysterious pattern.

Chen Han sat shirtless in front of the waist-high old workbench. The stained white towel around his neck was already soaked, his dark skin was covered with fine beads of sweat, and there was a small drip of water on the ground.

But he didn't notice it at all, his eyes were fixed on the white crystal the size of a fingernail in front of him, and his breathing was slow.

If you look carefully, you can see that he is holding a small mechanical knife in his right hand. His flexible right wrist is like a snake. Wherever the tip of the knife passes, the pattern on the crystal will be perfected.

Following Chen Han's heavy meal, the white crystal suddenly lit up like a kindled fire, and then immediately dimmed and returned to its original state.

After a little inspection, Chen Han casually put the completed crystal aside, his face still focused.

What he just made is a white energy block, the lowest level of energy block, with the widest range of use and the largest daily consumption.

In one morning, he made fifteen, and he was still short of five to complete today's task.

Just as Chen Han wiped his hands and face with a towel, and was about to continue making, the room suddenly went dark, and the small ceiling fan above stopped turning.

"Damn it, it's used up again!" Chen Han muttered as he stood up, picked up the energy block he had just made, walked to the dashboard of the door, and carefully stuffed the energy block into the groove.

I saw that the complex pattern on the energy block just matched the groove, the lighting in the room turned on again with a "thump", and the number on the dashboard also returned to 100%.

Unexpectedly, the energy block that was replaced yesterday was used up in less than a day. It seems that the fan cannot be turned on too much. The 30 minutes just now are useless...

With a wry smile, Chen Han turned off the small ceiling fan, wiped his face again with a towel that could squeeze out water, returned to the desk, and quickly got into work.

These white energy blocks that can supply electricity are the source of most of Chen Han's life.

Since he learned how to make two years ago, first five a day, then ten a day, and finally twenty a day, without interruption.

Chen Han's room is very small, less than thirty square meters. The furniture inside is an old table and bed. Apart from the lighting, there is only a small dusty ceiling fan. to describe.

There are a lot of messy things, most of which are energy blocks and discarded raw materials, as well as some old books that have been read.

This place was originally converted from an abandoned garage. There is not even a basic kitchen and toilet, and there is only one vent.

But it is such a simple place, and it needs 400 star union coins every month. Chen Han has lived in it for nearly four years, because there is really no place cheaper than here.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Han finally finished making the remaining few energy blocks, a total of 20. After counting them carefully twice, Chen Han carefully packed them into a plastic box, put them in his backpack, and simply put on his clothes , poured two mouthfuls of tap water, and walked out the door.

It was the time when the sun was strongest, and there were not many pedestrians on the street. Occasionally, a magnetic energy vehicle would speed by, and the screens of the tall buildings next to it displayed a variety of advertisements. You could also see the security forces driving mechas to patrol the neighborhood on a daily basis.

Chen Han didn't pay attention to these things that had nothing to do with him, and went straight to an old bakery. The small place of about ten square meters was full of baking utensils, and several glass cabinets contained various kinds of bread that had just been baked, emitting a pleasant smell. An appetizing aroma.

"Boss, two pieces of toast." Chen Han handed over a five-dollar note.

It's been here for the vast majority of his lunches over the years, even though it's past lunchtime...

"Why is it so late today, I thought you weren't coming." The boss is a kind woman. She grinned when she saw Chen Han who has been wearing a cropped cut all year round. The bread was wrapped and the banknotes were accepted.

"I have something to do, it's a little late, let's go." Chen Han nodded, picked up the toast and turned to leave.

After a few steps back, he seemed to remember something, turned around again, and pointed to a small round cake in the glass cabinet: "Give me that too."

"Uh, okay." The female boss was obviously stunned for a moment, because Chen Han had hardly bought anything other than ordinary baked bread at her place, and it was the first time for expensive food like cake.

After the payment was completed, Chen Han walked back to the street again, looking at the cake box in his hand, he couldn't help but smile wryly, for such a small piece, his work was almost for nothing today...

But today is his birthday, after today he will be an adult, on this important day, it doesn't hurt to treat yourself to a meal.

While thinking about Chen Han, he gnawed on toasted bread in the street, but he ate it with relish.

He is now going to work in the mecha repair factory, which is his second source of income besides making energy blocks. It is six kilometers away from here, and he has to walk there.

But before that, he had to sell the energy blocks he had just made to get the money. This was the happiest moment of his day.

Turning left and right, Chen Han came to the gate of a college. On the top of the spacious gate was engraved with four gold characters of "Aojin College".

From time to time, some fashionable young men and women walked by the entrance of the college. The clothes, shoes and trousers of various high-end brands all showed that their families were well-off.

These are all students of Aojin Academy, and as Aojin Academy has trained countless pilots, there is a high probability that these people will become pilots in the future, and their gestures reveal confidence and arrogance.

After all, pilots are the most sought-after professions in the entire planet and even in the interstellar world, and it is a dream that ordinary people can't reach.

Looking at these people who were one or two years older than him, Chen Han couldn't help but bowed his head, and walked towards the entrance of the college by the side of the road.

Of course he is not a student here, but this is the best place to "sell stolen goods", and there is nothing more in need of energy blocks than the academy.

And selling it in other places, a self-made white energy cube can be sold for 2.5 yuan at most, but here it can be sold for 3 yuan. The rich students don't bother to bargain with him for the 35 cents, and 20 yuan is more money. Ten yuan is enough for him to bake bread for two days, and it will be a lot of money in the long run.

Looking at the tall and straight sightseeing trees and various banners and slogans on the side of the road, Chen Han's thoughts gradually drifted away.

He grew up in an orphanage ~www.wuxiahere.com~ since he could remember, there were not many good conditions there, let alone studying.

After leaving the orphanage at the age of fourteen, he has been running around for food and clothing, let alone the opportunity to study.

So he has always envied these students, who can do what they should do at their age without any worries, without worrying about the next meal.

If he was born in a normal family, he should be a student at this age, right? It's a pity, without if, he probably won't have the chance to enter the school in this life...

After spending about half an hour, Chen Han managed to sell 20 white energy cubes, casually sold them to a male dormitory that used too much electricity every day, and got 60 yuan.

At the same time, he also learned that the Aojin Academy will hold the annual mecha competition tomorrow.

It is probably the students who are about to graduate from the academy who drive the mechas to fight against each other to test what they have learned, so as to facilitate the final assessment of the next pilots.

This is a very grand intramural event, and outsiders are allowed to watch it. Chen Han is thinking about whether he should come over to watch it tomorrow. After all, it is rare to have the opportunity to witness the battle of mechs up close, let alone for free.

He also has a dream of being a pilot, and the thing he is most interested in is mechs.

Just as he was about to leave the academy, several mechas and the lively crowd in the center of the campus square attracted his attention.

After looking closer for a while, I realized that this is the venue for tomorrow's competition. Many people are setting it up, and some participating students have already brought their mechs.

In addition, there is also an on-site race for maintenance personnel at this time, that is, the competition for loading and unloading mechs.

It is said that those who are qualified can join the on-campus maintenance team tomorrow, and they can get hundreds of dollars in remuneration.

This made Chen Han instantly interested. His job in the repair shop is to repair mechas. He slowly squeezed into the crowd and came to the front.