The crimson sky and iron-tinged air stirred the slumbering memories in Wang Dong's mind.
“Follow the H-22 walking path, three intersections, and you should transfer.”
“Hmm, that’s right, this is the intersection, transfer to the S-19 walking path.”
He had returned directly to his residential area without a single mistake or detour.
That was a path he hadn't walked in over a decade.
He chuckled to himself, it seemed that the peaceful days on KQ-03 had left a deep mark on his life.
Come to think of it, whether it was the revelation of his past, the trip to the Baron's territory, or the subsequent ten years of escape, none of it was considered good memories.
In comparison, it was actually the time he spent in the mining district star system that was the most pleasant time in Wang Dong’s life.
With the assistance of the system and his own efforts, he had gained widespread recognition and respect in his role as a space miner.
Financially, he also had a substantial income, constantly completing his life's first bucket list of mining tasks.
No comparison, no pain.
Thus, KQ-03, where there was no birdsong or sunshine, became a symbol of peace and beauty.
The shame of a transmigrator, indeed.
Criticism and self-reflection complete.
After passing identity verification, Wang Dong stepped into his home.
The clean and simple interior decoration, and the completely masculine style, revealed Wang Dong's single dog attribute.
KQ-03 had only been colonized for a few hundred years.
The planet’s permanent population was only over ten million, making their living through mining and related industries.
The technological level on this planet wasn't high, with a heavy industrial base only in mining and metallurgy, while other aspects were only for satisfying basic needs.
In the interstellar age, objective distance became the biggest obstacle.
Not to mention the galaxies and galaxies separated by “light-years,” even the planets within the same galaxy could have uneven technological levels.
This was normal, technology dissemination also needed resources. Unless necessary, who would spend a large amount of resources to spread civilian technology for no reason?
Just like the industrial revolution that had taken place on the mother star, how many resources would be required to build a large number of factories, spread education to provide more qualified personnel, and how many resources would be required to build enough roads and lay enough rails?
Not to mention, in the current Purple Vine Kingdom where Wang Dong was located, under this kind of enfeoffment-like social system, how many noble lords would be willing to spend a large amount of resources just to improve the quality of life of their subjects.
This was a kingdom with a privileged class monopolizing extraordinary powers and high-end force, its ruling foundation was solid.
Public opinion, just listen to it.
The noble lords don’t need votes.
According to Wang Dong's habit, the 1st, 10th, and 20th of each month were the three days to start mining operations.
Three times a month, his income was about three hundred thousand (Purple Vine Kingdom currency).
This was considered a high income.
Wang Dong belonged to the soul-transmigrator category, directly crossing into the body of an infant and growing up in a welfare institution.
His original life plan was to save enough money, then go to a more prosperous star region to find a channel to buy a warship.
Then officially activate his golden finger, and from then on, reach the peak of life.
This time, after being reborn back to the age of twenty, Wang Dong naturally knew that his original life plan was ultimately just a mirage.
It had absolutely no room for realization.
The so-called life was actually the result of countless choices, gathered together.
And Wang Dong’s future life was one where half of his choices were frozen.
Before his rebirth, this so-called life didn't give Wang Dong many opportunities to choose.
Fortunately, the experience and memories he brought back from this rebirth finally gave him a little breathing room in the tightly-bound ropes.
In the following days, Wang Dong carefully made a plan.
His previous free time was too short, not enough for a systematic review and planning.
Then, he cautiously made some preparations without attracting attention.
Time always flies when you're busy.
In the blink of an eye, it was June 10th.
A day that Wang Dong would never forget.
Mining company, mining spaceship parking lot.
“Your last earnings were eight hundred and twenty-two thousand six hundred, it's already been deposited into your account, no problem?”
While choosing the ship, the bearded administrator casually checked accounts with Wang Dong.
Speaking of which, this administrator, nicknamed "Zhou Lao San", was a talent.
He was responsible for security, warehousing, settlement, and several other duties, and he handled everything with clarity.
At least, for as long as Wang Dong had been doing business with him, the accounts had always been clear.
Wang Dong nodded to indicate his agreement.
This money had been transferred to Wang Dong's account two days ago, and he had also roughly reviewed the details.
The reason for such a high income was because of the You Tai Mine.
This income made Wang Dong’s preparation more thorough.
He still chose a Mine Dominator Type II with better ship condition.
What Wang Dong liked was its eight directional adjustment engines, bringing more operability.
Perhaps at some critical moment, with its high operability, it could add a little bit of survival chance.
His heart was churning, but his face remained impassive.
Like usual, Wang Dong nimbly boarded the ship, took off, and set the course.
Destination, Entrance Three.
Sixteen hours later, Wang Dong reached his destination.
Entrance Three was farther than Entrance Two, where Wang Dong had gone last time.
This time, Wang Dong was lucky, when he arrived at the forward base, he happened to encounter an empty slot and was able to enter directly.
Wang Dong took a deep breath.
Then he exhaled slowly and steadily.
From now on, it would be a test of acting skills.
He went straight into the mining area, reached a suitable depth, and started mining operations.
“33 seconds, garbage ore, move on.”
“68 seconds, aluminum ore, too low a proportion, not worth it.”
…
As usual, Wang Dong muttered to himself, repeating the conclusions of the detector.
After a while, he chose an irregularly shaped meteorite body containing Ao Tong Ore for mining.
He skillfully approached, magnetically bound, drilled, and completed the operation perfectly.
Wang Dong demonstrated the skills of a veteran space miner flawlessly.
Anyone watching could easily tell.
This was a young but talented space miner.
But the string in Wang Dong’s heart was always taut.
Just as Wang Dong was about to end his mining operations in this area and move to the next area to search, something happened!
With a strange spatial shift, a behemoth suddenly appeared above Wang Dong's Mine Dominator Type II!
It was a warship, over three hundred meters long and sixty meters wide!