Chapter 7: The Macro in the Micro

Eight days later, the long journey in the subspace was about to end. The dusty Wandering Band successfully jumped out of the Manzeville Point of the solar system under the correct guidance of the navigator and returned to the real universe.

The Astropath obtained the correct identification information after communicating with the Astronomical Torch in the subspace in advance, and this information was forwarded to the galaxy defense fortress in the orbit of Mars as soon as the spacecraft returned to the real universe.

The activated defense mechanism was cancelled by the signal from Mars, the weapon arrays in the outer orbits of the surrounding planets were shut down one after another, and the cruise fleet far away from the spacecraft three astronomical units also put away the fully charged light spears. It's another peaceful day...

Almost at the same time, in the confidential communication room of the Wandering Band, a letter carrying Calvin's basic information and the latest information updated after the secondary development was also encrypted and sent to Rhea V in secret. I just hope that the bigwigs there can pay attention to this message in time, so that the lady's hard work will not be in vain.

After a short two-day voyage, the Wandering Band finally arrived at the final destination of this trip - the Moon. At this space port, the most prosperous and with the largest material throughput in the center of the Empire, the black ship will unload the "cargo" collected along the way. Hand it over to the staff of the Astronomican Court stationed on the Moon in the Empire.

Here, low-level psychics who have been preliminarily judged to have no training value and illegal psychics who have not been registered with the Empire will be sent directly to the Astronomican Court. After being drained of all psychic energy, becoming a ray of light in the thousands of lights of the Emperor and the Warp will be their last glory.

The rest of the people will be taken to the City of Horizon in the majestic palace complex located in the Himalayas.

There, the Psychic Academy will train them for up to five years according to their specialties.

Then, after successful evaluation, they will be assigned to relevant psychic positions in various administrative, combat, and production departments of the Empire.

On the contrary, those who fail or are proven to be unable to withstand training will "end up the same way" as their companions five years ago - burning themselves out in the Astronomican Court is their final fate.

Calvin had basically recovered his ability to move on the 22nd day of his journey in the Warp. This successful decision consolidated the lady's authority on the black ship.

The lady, who was in a good mood because of the successful investment, even allowed him and the crew to have the opportunity to enjoy the service of the black ship's public restaurant. Such preferential treatment is not unique on the Wandering Band, but unprecedented. (Salute to the great Tongliao Khan!)

But the bad thing is that the skyrocketing size and the same skyrocketing strength made him completely lose the previous precise control of his body: his strength almost doubled, and the increase in muscle thickness in three dimensions was only one of the reasons.

According to the staff in the medical room, his bones have increased by nearly 10% of the metal content: mainly iron, and the brownish yellow color brought by iron oxide in the bones can be clearly seen in the resonance perspective.

This caused Calvin's bone density to increase five times compared to before. It is close to the limit record of natural growth of mammals-a creature called "saber-toothed tiger" on the land of ancient Terra.

In summary, obtaining sufficient support strength of bones may be the real reason for the unprecedented liberation of Calvin's muscle potential.

The out-of-control power also made Calvin, in the last two weeks of the voyage, a veritable "tableware destroyer" on the black ship. Whether it was iron, steel, alloy, or even the ceramic steel tableware that the angry chef had taken out of the bottom of the box, they were all ravaged by Calvin's inhuman power...

Facing the angry chef, Calvin also embarrassedly defended himself after getting into trouble: "The power has increased too much... In the eyes of soldiers... How can it be called out of control?"

So the whole restaurant was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

The lady was optimistic about this little thing. After receiving the relevant loss list handed in by the service personnel, she smiled and said to Sister Kasin who was watching the excitement on the side:

"There will always be someone willing to pay for him, all we have to do is wait quietly."

Two days before the black ship arrived on the moon. After completing the recovery training in the training area, Calvin met Kasin who was leading a routine patrol on the way back to the living cabin.

After a brief silence of a few seconds, Calvin couldn't help but ask the nun who should have passed by:

"Finally... I mean, if possible, I want to know how the people in that village are doing. Are Uncle Andre and the others okay?"

Kaxin turned around and quietly looked up at the slightly nervous young man in front of him for a few seconds. Then he made a series of sign language, and the new recruit nun accompanying him translated for her:

"The relevant documents have been sent to Terra. After you get off the ship and arrive at the academy, someone will give them to you."

After that, Kaxin led the team away without looking back, leaving Calvin with a puzzled look on his face.

After returning to the cabin where he lived and washing up simply, Calvin lay quietly on the bed, lifted up his feet that had an extra 10 centimeters because of his height and had nowhere to put them, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He closed his eyes and immersed his mind in the void. He began to observe the initiator of this ordeal - the black gem. It also responded to his call, slowly turning and rising from the deep sea of ​​consciousness.

"Why do I see a sphere made up of countless facets, while they can only see a wall?"

Calvin had no chance to think about this strange cognitive gap before, and could only keep it as a secret to himself.

Now that everything was settled, at least before reaching the moon, he did have a chance to think about this problem quietly without being disturbed.

"Wall, ball..."

"Crystal wall, faceted ball..."

"Yes!"

Calvin sat up suddenly without opening his eyes. In the spiritual space, he tried to close the distance for the first time and looked up at this originally tiny sphere from a microscopic perspective.

"A little bigger, a little bigger..."

When he zoomed in on the sphere in his field of vision, then zoomed in again. When the perspective is expanded hundreds or thousands of times. In Calvin's eyes, the subtle facets of the sphere finally began to become clear.

"Not enough! Come again!"

When it was magnified 1000 times again, the entire sphere became as huge as a star and filled his entire field of vision. In Calvin's eyes, he finally got what the psyker called the "black crystal wall"...

"This is so outrageous..."

From such a microscopic perspective, countless huge black crystal facets towering into the clouds, forming a magnificent sphere like a star, slowly rotated. And every crystal facet is engraved with mysterious characters.

This "star" seems to have its own life, with a rhythm like breathing. Every moment, lightning and thunder as thick as a giant tree dance on the adult-sized characters. Like prominences on the sun's surface, they jump up and down. It is trying to light up the "wall" by activating those dim characters. Calvin saw it instinctively.

But only a small part can be lit here, maybe less than 10%. Most of the walls are as dim and broken as the runes engraved on them. Huge cracks filled these walls. And every time lightning passes through these dim and broken walls, the huge cracks in those walls shrink slightly.

"What on earth have I experienced?"

Calvin stood like dust in the distance of the "black star", looking at the magnificent and mythical scene in front of him, and said these words like a groan.

Shooting first and changing later is a handicap. . . . It's really funny. I love every soul who is willing to read my words.