Fated to Die to the Player, I'll Live Freely with My SSS-Class Ship!

Chapter 50: For the Side Quests!

During my idle time, I had already mapped out the fastest and most efficient route to complete the five quests in the Haerith Star System. However, as expected, we didn’t have much time to waste on each one.

We started with the delivery quests.

At first, I almost gave up on getting a completion mark from the requesters. During their

"C8?" I frowned, double-checking the coordinates. "...There’s nothing there, though."

Cassandra turned to me with a reassuring smile. "It’s there. Trust me."

Despite my skepticism, there was literally nothing—nothing on the radar, nothing in the star maps, and nothing visible to the naked eye. Yet, judging by Cassandra’s unwavering confidence, something was at play here.

"...Alright, let’s check it out."

If she was wrong, we’d only lose a few minutes at most anyway.

I adjusted our heading, and the Range Falcon accelerated smoothly toward the C8 sector. On the radar, our green indicator steadily moved closer to the sector’s location, but—

"Huh?!"

Without warning, our signal vanished from the star map. At the same time, the scenery outside completely changed.

What had once been a chaotic landscape of scattered black holes and white holes was gone. Now, only a single, colossal black/white hole remained—its form fluctuating between the two states in an endless, almost rhythmic cycle.

Eva let out a sharp breath. "What the fuck?! I’m not dreaming, right?"

"This... is physically impossible..." I muttered, struggling to comprehend the sight before me.

A singularity alternating between a black hole and a white hole in a stable reaction cycle—it was absurd. It shouldn’t exist. This was a blatant violation of the laws of physics!

"There, head toward that space station," Cassandra instructed calmly as if the impossible spectacle before us was an everyday occurrence.

Following her gaze, I spotted a small station floating nearby. Unlike the grand space hubs we had visited before, this one was barely a fraction of their size. Yet, considering it was a private station—one specifically designed to manage a Variable Wormhole—its very existence was nothing short of astounding.

"Alright, everyone," I exhaled, gripping the controls. "Prepare for docking!"