Chapter 1, Crisis

Glancing at the timer, Yi Shuihan was somewhat taken aback, not expecting that he had been unconscious for a full seven hours and twenty minutes. Looking again at the monitoring chart, Yi Shuihan's face twisted in disbelief; he had actually drilled over two thousand five hundred kilometers. In his panic, he had pushed the speed to the maximum, and it was a straight-up and down drilling. In just a few more minutes, he would likely reach the boundary between the mantle and the core.

"Mother, are you going to die in the sand?" Yi Shuihan's heart tightened, and at the same time, a gust of wind surged, causing several grains of sand to strike against the protective shield. With a few faint crackling sounds, Yi Shuihan's belt emitted sparks, signaling its failure. Immediately afterward, the wind's force suddenly shifted, weakening by a third, yet the momentum that shattered the protective shield propelled Yi Shuihan forward for over fifty meters.

In the midst of a long, tranquil time, Yi Shuihan was unaware of how long he had been in a coma; he only felt as if he could hear his recently deceased mother whispering in his ear, seemingly encouraging him to continue living

"Human beings are the powerful pests of the universe," though it is unclear who in history has ever said such a thing, it is undoubtedly a classic in the eyes of Yishui Han at present

Two hundred years ago, this planet was not in such a dire state, but due to the plundering of resources, Planet Fengtu has suffered. The indiscriminate development and extraction, without any restraint, have led to the current situation of Planet Fengtu. Perhaps at that time, the big shots at the Cosmic Environmental Protection Bureau were lighting up the credit points of developers on https://www.hetushu.com.com in some corner, anyway, this planet is located at the very edge of the human activity zone, and the media would not come here unless it was for sensationalism. Perhaps at that time, the big shots at the Cosmic Environmental Protection Bureau were lighting up the credit points of developers on https://www.hetushu.com.com in some corner, anyway, this planet is located at the very edge of the human activity zone, and the media would not come here unless it was for sensationalism.

A few days ago, Yi Shuihan was dragged home by friends from a pile of bottles. When he regained consciousness, he realized that he had no credit points left to squander, and his friends were merely a group of impoverished buddies. Therefore, Yi Shuihan had no choice but to return to his old profession.

Just waking up from alcohol anesthesia, Yi Shuihan encountered misfortune again. Originally, through reliable information, he learned that the area he was heading to today might have significant unexploited mineral veins. However, before he could investigate further, he was caught in a severe sandstorm.

Struggling to sit up, Yi Shuihan only felt a sweetness in his throat. After coughing a few times, he spat out a mouthful of blood. Feeling somewhat better after spitting blood, he managed to sit up, though the train was swaying violently. Throughout this long period, the train had been diligently performing its drilling duties.

The Wind and Soil Planet, as its name suggests, is characterized by wind and soil. Sandstorms are merely a trivial matter here, while the more terrifying sand-sink storms are a true feast, devouring everything in their path like a ferocious beast. When encountering such storms on the surface, even the special armored warriors of the Alliance would have no hope of survival

"Even in the most adverse conditions, there will be humanity" seems to be a relatively famous saying in history, but Yishui Han is not in the mood to comment on the cockroach-like existence of humanity; what he is facing is the notorious "sandstorm".

The sounds near the ears had become indistinguishable, apart from the rumbling. Sand whirlwinds surged forward one after another, and upon catching a glance from Yi Shuihan, they no longer dared to look. Each was about half the size of a city; from a distance, it appeared so, but up close, it could likely be as large as an underground city.

The mother was killed in an accident, yet the young lord of the city faced no punishment whatsoever. He merely sent 100,000 credit points to Yi Shuihan, hoping to conclude this "unnecessary" lawsuit in a "peaceful" manner.

Perhaps, in the depths of fate, heaven heard the prayers of Yi Shuihan, and that dose of adrenaline had an absolute effect. The wound began to contract slightly, and the blood flowing from it gradually decreased. Although he was not yet out of danger, the situation was somewhat better than when he first entered the motorcycle.

At this moment, Yi Shuihan trembled as he operated with both hands, attempting to bring the locomotive to a stop. Unfortunately, fate played a cruel joke on him; due to continuous overload, the motion sensors had become unresponsive. The speed only slightly decreased, yet it continued to drill downward uncontrollably. Frustrated, Yi Shuihan pounded the control panel furiously, his anger and despair overwhelming him, causing him to spit out another mouthful of blood. Yi Shuihan could only sit dazedly in his chair, waiting for his impending doom.

Mother, which angelic sister is joking with me? Is the one predicting the storm an idiot? How could they say today is a sunny day?" Yi Shuihan almost gritted his teeth as he uttered this, the wind and sand striking harder and harder, and the energy shield around him was already on the verge of collapse

Accompanied by a roaring sound, the locomotive was operating under excessive load. Yi Shuihan activated the monitor and exclaimed in astonishment, "What, how is this possible?"

Yishui Han quickly reacted appropriately upon observing the storm, rushing towards his drilling machine. The sandstorm arrived too swiftly; just moments ago, it was unpredictable, and now it was nearly exhausting the energy of his protective shield.

Under threat, Yi Shuihan had once resisted, but later he was beaten by a group of rogue police officers. In the end, he finally compromised. If one wishes to survive here, one can only yield. Feeling useless, Yi Shuihan spent his days drinking and wasting his credits on those prostitutes. After working as a prospecting miner for three years, he had accumulated fifty thousand credits due to some discoveries. However, in just two months, along with the one hundred thousand "consolation fee" from his mother, all of it was squandered by Yi Shuihan. Feeling useless, Yi Shuihan spent his days drinking and wasting his credits on those prostitutes. After working as a prospecting miner for three years, he had accumulated fifty thousand credits due to some discoveries. However, in just two months, along with the one hundred thousand "consolation fee" from his mother, all of it was squandered by Yi Shuihan.

Yishuihan is twenty-one years old this year, and he is quite straightforward, always warm-hearted towards others. Being a child without a father, he took his mother's surname, but his mother is unwilling to mention the past, which has always been a source of distress for Yishuihan. Now, it is even less likely for him to know even a little about his father.

When there is a will, there is a way. Ignoring the buzzing in his head, Yi Shuihan rolled under the drilling machine. After identity verification, the door opened halfway, and Yi Shuihan rolled inside

Fortunately, the drilling rig quickly descended, and the sand whirlpool had disappeared before it arrived.

Two months ago, my mother was gravely injured and ultimately passed away due to a traffic accident caused by the eldest son of the lord of the underground city where he resides. Although Fengtu Star is referred to as the slum of humanity, it is home to a population of 130 million distributed across four large underground cities. Even with the depletion of mineral resources, there are still over 10 million drilling machines continuously collecting data on mineral veins beneath the surface. The cities here are entirely managed on a familial basis, and anyone associated with the city lord undoubtedly represents power and wealth. Although Fengtu Star is referred to as the slum of humanity, it is home to a population of 130 million distributed across four large underground cities. Even with the depletion of mineral resources, there are still over 10 million drilling machines continuously collecting data on mineral veins beneath the surface. The cities here are entirely managed on a familial basis, and anyone associated with the city lord undoubtedly represents power and wealth.

Yishui Han sighed again, accidentally touching the wound on his body, which caused him unbearable pain. It was only then that he remembered he was currently hanging on by a thread, sustained only by a strong stimulant. The sand in his body had yet to be cleared out, and even if he returned, he would require a considerable amount of medical expenses. But at this moment, how could he afford to treat himself?

In normal circumstances, a depth of 1,500 kilometers underground is already the limit for mining. Therefore, this old drilling machine can only reach a depth of about 180 kilometers. However, Yishuihan once drilled to a depth of 1,800 kilometers, which was a remarkable feat he accomplished to prove his adventurous spirit during a bet with friends

As each minute passed, Yishui Han had almost resigned himself to his death sentence. He sighed and muttered to himself: "Ah, Mom, although I do not know why Dad abandoned you, it has not been easy for us to rely on each other for so many years. Now, I can accompany you, but I do not know whether to feel fortunate or sorrowful. Ah!"

A distance of sixty-five meters, which can be covered in just a few seconds, feels as insurmountable as a chasm. The storm is swift, and the sand sinks even faster. Yi Shuihan feels as if his feet are almost sinking into the sand, and each step forward becomes increasingly heavy.

Inside the drilling machine, Yi Shuihan found himself in a dire situation. His consciousness was gradually fading, and his left side and back were drenched in blood. Powerful sand had already penetrated his body. He was not a master hermit, nor had his body undergone any extreme genetic enhancement. Moreover, in a small place like Wind Soil Star, such enhancement equipment was nowhere to be found. Relying on his indomitable will, Yi Shuihan managed to knock over the emergency rescue kit and, in a shaky manner, injected himself with a dose of adrenaline. From that point on, everything was left to fate.

The drilling machine suddenly shook violently, likely encountering some tough obstacle, but this is no longer a matter for Yishuihan to consider

At this moment, regardless of the sky or the earth, only the drilling rig is reflected in my eyes