Slowly, I slide to the ground while that anxious tone is still echoing in my ears like the voice of death. I don’t even dare to breathe so hard, though my heart is racing as if it’s about to explode inside my chest. My head is suffering from the splitting headache, but how strange it is, my mind is more conscious than ever.I open my eyes, staring at the dark for a moment before turning the phone’s screen into the wall so as not to let anyone realize. Then, at the fastest speed, I turn on the silent mode and type a message to ask for help.Now, if I don’t realize that this is a carefully prepared conspiracy to cut my throat, then I don’t deserve to be alive anymore. Though it’s unbelievable and damn luckless, Long’s hypothesis is exact: I am the target, which should be killed in silence and absolute carefulness, for some unknown reason.Using this one as an explanation, I understand why they didn’t kill Nam the poor victim, arrest me in front of Thuy’s eyes, or just show their real ap

The first feeling turning back to my mind is the ground below my back’s toughness. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, in that damn faint, but it’s likely that my poor back—which has laid on the soft mattress for eighteen years—has forced me to wake up because it can’t suffer from this unpleasant surface anymore.I open my eyes, seeing someone sitting next to me with nearly all the body drowned in the dark and motionless, as if this person is sleeping in this posture. It may be a girl, who has pretty long hair, hiding almost her face. My sleepy brain doesn’t know who she is. I’m not scared of her either, so I raise one hand, removing her hair to see her while yawning after the sleep.Then I see those bloody red eyes staring back at me as what people usually describe how a nightmare looks like.“Ahhh! Monster! Damn, monster!!!”“What happened?” Immediately after my scream, the ‘monster’ looks up, revealing the familiar face in the dim light, which is not so beautiful but can calm dow

However, Thuy doesn’t move, no matter how I try to pull her away. She just stands next to me with her wrist laying in my hand, as if I’m trying to move a heavy stone sculpture with a useless rope.I am so angry, screaming at her, one finger pointing at the battleship outside. “Can you see the battleship out there after all? We have to go!”Thuy looks at me. Her coffee eyes show me her scary calmness—even in this situation—mixed with some rational confusion that I’ve just seen once at Long the genius when his sharp brain faces an unsolvable issue. Then I hear her voice, still calm, blowing out my innocent thoughts with just some simple words.“But where can we go?”I stop, looking back at Thuy with all the emotions, including the terror, expunged.Oh yes.We just, basically, have nowhere to escape.This hallway—the only possible way here—leads to a dead end where a fierce brawl had taken place. The spaceship is also damaged badly after that fight with plenty of cracks and slashes. The

At first, I didn’t recognize what it was.The first scene which catches my eye is a big room with a metal floor, and three huge glass-like cracked windows showing nothing outside. It is pure black, just like any normal scene coming from a science fiction movie. I am not attracted to this, because everything that draws my attention is the way to unlock the control panel. It’s the crucial part here. Nothing else.I’m trying to guess what the alien engineers thought when they created this spaceship. It’s time-consuming and patient-required. I have to make lots of ways, as much as possible, while the right arm—which is not broken—keeps on touching every single inch of the floating plate, to find something useful, shown clearly through lots of blood lines that my fingers left on the way.Where can the control panel be hidden?Aliens are not us. I have to forget all the usual methods of inference to think weirdly, as an alien does. Can this plate be the control panel? If not, why is it here

Xeros 5M is never a good choice for face-to-face battles, especially for an unequal fight between a small spaceship and a huge battleship.Though its damage is perfect for long-range targets with a good motion detector, the cannon will break into pieces if we fire closer than the minimum distance. The weapon itself will become a disposable product—and it's a critical, deadly waste in fighting, which is usually prohibited (in Sky Force, at least).Because of that reason, not many players know that it was the muzzle that restricted Xeros' capacity, and it's just enough for an impressive headshot.First I move around the enemy battleship to check if it has anything related to my memories. Although it sounds ridiculous and crazy, I can't hold back thinking that this damn world might have some relation to Sky Force and… my spaceship design.We got a ship with all the functions of my Hurricane, now there is a battleship using something that looks exactly like the camouflage cover I have use