Red Dragon Spaceship Awakening: I Gain Alien Abilities on Mars-Chapter 200: Journey to the Crosspoint [2]

Imagine how powerful someone like that would be. Someone who had been born on Earth before the Great space dragons war and survived it (cos his parents were very rich) he had come on Mars as one of the first humans... been enrolled at an awakening institute, gained super strength ability, rebelled against the institute with his gangs and won!

And now!, he the leader of the West!

For more than an CENTURY!

HE IS STILL ALIVE!

Tatehan felt a cold, seething anger coil in his chest. How he would love to kill that man. How he would love to make him suffer for every bit of pain and destruction he had caused. The thought was dark, violent, and deeply satisfying. He imagined cornering the Obscuron, pinning him down,cutting his dick off.

He imagined creative, brutal punishments, things that would make the man scream and beg and finally understand what it felt like to be on the receiving end of senseless cruelty.

But beneath the rage, there was something else. A question that ate at him, that refused to let go.

According to the radio device he had found back at the crashed spaceship, the one that had played that eerie, cryptic recording, the Obscuron was among the first humans to arrive on Mars. One of the original colonists, part of the earliest wave of settlers who had braved the hostile planet when it was still a near-death sentence just to breathe the air.

That had been centuries... ago.

So how the hell was he still alive?

The early colonists had short lifespans. The records Tatehan had read in the library had made that abundantly clear. The harsh environment, the incomplete terraforming, the strain of genetic modifications: all of it had taken a toll. Most of the first-generation Martians had lived only forty to sixty years.

But the Obscuron was still here. Still active. Still commanding forces, orchestrating attacks, pulling strings from the shadows.

How?

Advanced technology? Some kind of life-extension treatment that the early colonists had access to? Genetic manipulation beyond what was standard? Or was it something else entirely: something darker, more unnatural?

Tatehan didn’t know. And that not knowing made the anger worse, because it meant the Obscuron was not just a threat, but a mystery. An anomaly that defied logic and history.

He needed answers. And when this summit was over, when he had convinced the cities to work together, he was going to find them.

The Skyblade banked slightly, and Tatehan felt the subtle shift in velocity as the pilot adjusted their course. They had been traveling at a moderate speed for the first part of the journey, taking their time, letting Tatehan see the city and the surrounding landscape. But now, as the Red Crest territory began to fade behind them and the open expanse of Martian wilderness stretched out ahead, it was time to pick up the pace.

The Skyblade was capable of incredible speed. On Earth, traveling from one end of a continent to another at jet speed (assuming you were using a high-performance aircraft) would take roughly four to five hours, depending on distance and atmospheric conditions. Mars was smaller than Earth, its circumference only about half as large, which meant that traveling from one side of the planet to the other should theoretically take less time.

But the Crosspoint was not on the opposite side of Mars. It was at the center, equidistant from all the major settlements, which meant the distance they needed to cover was roughly a quarter of the planet’s circumference. At standard jet speed, that would have taken them maybe two hours, give or take.

But they were not traveling at standard jet speed.

Tatehan leaned forward, catching the pilot’s eye. "Can we speed this up?"

The pilot glanced back at him, one eyebrow raised. "You in a hurry sir?" He said respectfully.

"I’d like to get there before the summit actually starts," Tatehan said dryly. "And by the way, it is to start soon. At this speed, we’ll be there late."

The pilot smirked. "Alright. Hold on."

She tapped a series of commands into the holographic interface, and the Skyblade’s engines roared to life with a sudden, violent surge of power. Tatehan felt himself pressed back into his seat as the craft shot forward, the landscape below blurring into a streak of red and brown.

The other two guards gripped their armrests, their expressions tightening slightly, but they said nothing.

Tatehan grinned despite himself. Now this was more like it.

The Skyblade tore through the Martian sky at speeds that would have been impossible on Earth, the thin atmosphere offering far less resistance than the dense air of his homeworld. The craft shuddered slightly as it pushed past the sound barrier, but the ride remained stable, the advanced stabilization systems compensating for the turbulence. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Outside the viewport, the world was a blur. Mountains, valleys, craters, cities ... all of it rushing past too fast to distinguish individual features. It was exhilarating and disorienting in equal measure.

The pilot’s voice crackled over the internal comm. "ETA to Crosspoint: fifty-five minutes."

Tatehan nodded, settling back into his seat. Fifty-five minutes. That was fast. Damn fast.

He let his gaze drift back to the viewport, watching the endless Martian landscape rush past beneath them. The anger was still there, simmering just below the surface, but for now, he let it rest. There would be time to deal with the Obscuron later and find answers.

For now, he had a summit to attend.

The minutes ticked by, the Skyblade eating up the distance with relentless speed. Eventually, the landscape began to change. The barren wilderness gave way to more structured terrain: roads, settlements, the signs of civilization returning. And then, in the distance, Tatehan saw it.

A city.

Not just any city. The Crosspoint!

It rose from the Martian surface like a monument, its towers gleaming in the pale sunlight, its walls stretching out in a perfect circle that seemed to radiate from a central hub. It was massive, far larger than Tatehan had expected, and as they drew closer, he could make out the details: the intricate network of sky-bridges connecting the upper levels, the sprawling markets and plazas at ground level, the massive landing platforms jutting out from the perimeter like petals on a flower.

And at the entrance to the city, visible even from this distance, was a large holographic display suspended in the air, its letters glowing bright and welcoming.

"Welcome to Crosspoint!"

Tatehan exhaled slowly, his heart beating a little faster.

This was it.

Author’s Note:

200 Chapters!

Never expected I’d write this far due to how a flop this novel is.

I’ve actually contemplated dropping this so many times because of the performance: almost did

lol...

At this point,I’m just doing it for the passion.

Massive, massive appreciation to the few real ones still reading this far.