The Death of Science

A magnificent scene appeared before Meng Chao's eyes.

In the deep and boundless universe, when the cold interstellar dust gathered into a storm of destruction and rained down on the Hope, countless ancient Turans left the warm, comfortable, and safe cabin. They crawled out of the shell of the ship and fought a tenacious battle against the universe that had almost swallowed them.

In their supermagnetic armor, they were like moths to a flame, except these moths were formed by magnetic fluid.

However, it was these little insects that protected the Turan civilization's last hope from being swallowed by the vast universe.

At that time, all the Turan people on the Hope, be it the spaceship designers, the welding engineers, the resource gatherers, or the developers of magnetic fluid materials, were in the same boat. They worked tirelessly for the advancement of their civilization.