The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 561 Method
The connection was initially established, but the communication wavelength of the optical computer seemed to be interfered with. The image from the other side became blurry and indistinct as soon as it was received, with large areas appearing as a blur, making it impossible to see what was happening on the other side, and there was no sound either.

Jiang Hui called many times, but there was no response. She was getting increasingly anxious, fearing that the person would not be able to hold on until she arrived.

Undeterred, she dialed the number a dozen more times. The surrounding vibrations grew stronger and stronger, accompanied by various indescribable strange noises, like the peculiar sound waves emitted by star beasts to lure their prey. This underground space was becoming increasingly dangerous.

Although she forced herself to calm down, her eyes remained fixed on the personal terminal, silently chanting, 'Hurry up and answer it, get it through quickly, don't...'

"beep--"

A short, sharp sound rang out, and Jiang Hui was startled. Had she been hung up?
Why was her personal terminal disconnected? Jiang Hui was already somewhat agitated, and now that the communication that could clearly be established had been cut off by the other party, she sensed something terrifying.

Fortunately, the call came back quickly. When Jiang Hui saw that it was Jia Yidi, she was overjoyed and quickly answered the call, afraid that if she was even a moment too slow, she would lose the opportunity.

"How are you?!" Seeing the figures on the other side, which were still blurry and indistinct, Jiang Hui breathed a sigh of relief, because she could finally see people.

The other person covered their head, sounding weak: "I'm alright..."

"No, you guys don't look like good at all," Jiang Hui thought to herself, but pretended not to hear, "Did you hear that?! I'm near the corridor, but I can't pinpoint the entrance. This whole area has been razed to the ground; it's unrecognizable. Can you think of a way to send me a location? I need to confirm your location."

Even though he could only see a blurry image, Jiang Hui seemed to clearly see the other person's eyes light up for a moment, but then that light dimmed considerably as if they had thought of something.

“We’ve tried…it doesn’t work. Sound can’t get through here. These building materials are special; they block most communication signals, energy wavelengths, light, and sound. Everyone’s personal computers stopped working from the start, but mine is custom-made with a special internal structure, so it still works. But right now, it can only contact you, and all other functions are unavailable, and we can’t locate you…”

“The mezzanine here has been compressed to less than a meter in height. Even without major fluctuations, we probably won’t last more than half a week.”

Jiang Hui immediately paraphrased what the other person had said. If she wasn't quite clear about their situation up there, now that she was near the scene and considering the surrounding environment, she understood what was going on.

They were currently trapped in a makeshift space created by the collapse of the passageway, and this space, which lacked any structure, was constantly compressing. Sooner or later, the space above and below would shrink to almost nothing. At that point, none of them would survive; after all, how could flesh and blood withstand such sturdy building materials?

At a height of one meter, ordinary people can't even stand up; they can only sit down with their knees bent. But they can't maintain this posture for long. If the height drops to 0.7, 0.6, or even 0.5 meters, they can only lie flat and wait to die. And even if they don't wait until then, the air will probably be almost depleted, and they might suffocate from lack of oxygen before being crushed.

Although interstellar beings have been physically enhanced and their tolerance to oxygen deficiency has increased, this does not mean they can completely live without oxygen. Even without external shocks, being deprived of oxygen for several stars or more may cause cerebral hypoxia, and a loss of fifteen stars or more could be life-threatening.

The other party seemed stumped by the question. But Jiang Hui dared not wait any longer; there was no time left—she had to determine their location as soon as possible.

Jiang Hui tentatively released a wisp of his spiritual energy, probing towards the collapsed corridor. Since machine-based positioning was impossible, he would try "biological" positioning—

However, the thick layer of construction debris, with its subtle yet powerful barrier, and even a strong rebounding force, made it difficult for her mental energy to penetrate. She struggled to get through, and was severely affected by the surrounding chaotic energy field. This material, a superior material for manufacturing mecha battlegrounds, effectively blocks force, sound, and most wavelength signals, but now it had become the biggest obstacle to saving lives.

It would be somewhat difficult for Jiang Hui to distinguish her classmates amidst the chaos and various energy interferences, but it's not impossible.

Jiang Hui interrupted the other person's still-busy and deliberate description: "Don't turn off your personal terminal yet. Help organize the students with mental strength of B level or above to not do anything, sit down and meditate, adjust their mental strength and acuity to the highest level, and wait for me to come find you."

“Listen, this is your last chance… Only by knowing your location can I dig you out. So you must clear your minds of all distractions, amplify your mental energy waves, and let me sense your location. Don’t hold back at all; the building materials that buried you themselves have the function of blocking interference. Once I miss that location, affecting the accuracy of the location, none of you will survive,” Jiang Hui warned.

"Do you understand?!"

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How much longer until we arrive? The boy looked anxious, his gleaming military boots tapping on the ground, revealing his restless state of mind.

"Xiuwen, you're too impatient." A voice drifted in from outside, and a faint mechanical hum immediately filled the control room.

On this starship, there is only one person who can make a sound similar to that.

Apart from the personnel responsible for border defense and supervision who were completely immobile, everyone else in the main control room looked towards the hatch with respectful expressions.

"marshal."

They weren't calling for Marshal Zhou, nor for the commander; the person they were calling for was their marshal—their only marshal.

Almost everyone in the control room, including the boy who was closely related to the visitor by blood, greeted the elder at the same time, their respect evident in their words.

"Don't worry about me, keep going. Please quicken your pace. Our compatriots on Vesikorn Island are suffering unprecedented hardship and danger." The man, who had been tormented by illness for many years and appeared frail, spoke with the same strength and conviction as before, giving people a sense of reassurance.

They always believed in him, believed that he would guide them. Even though he was no longer the same person he once was, they still believed in him, as if as long as he was there, they would never fall.

As if affirmed, the soldiers threw themselves back into the voyage, only their movements were faster and more precise than ever before.

(End of this chapter)