Getting carried away with the demolition, Aidan accidentally smashed the space station into two halves.
Oops, couldn't hold back.
Can the Path of Destruction be this Satisfying?
Actually, it wasn't an accident.
Damn, should've said that sooner.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Aidan's rhythm of destruction grew faster and wilder.
Those heavy industrial devices that had been floating in space for centuries were as fragile as children's building blocks in his hands; high damage on the left hand, high damage on the right.
One, it's work; two, it's a hobby.
It's really satisfying.
Aidan's demolition work was nearing its end.
The once massive abandoned space station had now turned into debris and scrap metal.
The main structure, which would have taken professional engineering teams months to completely break down, didn't even last ten minutes in his hands.
But this wasn't enough!
Aidan needed more Destruction!
Pure Destruction!
He floated in the vacuum, the golden crack on his chest throbbing violently, as if something were about to burst out from within.
His gaze swept across the surrounding starry sky, searching for the next target.
An asteroid.
Not big, about two or three kilometers in diameter, grey and dusty, covered in craters, floating quietly not far from the ruins.
No life. No traces of any civilization. Just a piece of pure rock.
A perfect target.
Under his power, the asteroid disintegrated, huge fragments splashing in all directions, scattering silently in the vacuum to form a new debris belt.
A bit satisfying, but not completely.
Demolish one more, and that should be completely satisfying, right?
"Aidan, stop for a moment..."
"I haven't demolished enough yet. That rock looks like it's begging to be smashed. It's blocking my view."
"The way you smashed that space station was cool enough. If you keep going, the Interstellar Peace Corporation will start suspecting you're a mole sent by the Antimatter Legion."
March 7th couldn't hold it in after seeing that comment in the chat just now, to be honest...
Is Nanook personally acting as a mole?
Aidan stepped into the Parlor Car, and with every step, the floor emitted a dull thud.
The golden scar on his chest was so bright it was almost blinding.
"An interview: what are your thoughts?"
March 7th aimed the camera at the returning Aidan.
"Good, that feels satisfying!"
"Alright, alright, stream over~" March 7th turned off the broadcast and tucked the terminal into her pocket. "Go wash up. You smell like metal rust and gunpowder from three meters away."
"The force of that punch you used to break the space station's main axis just now exceeded the output limit of all standard Interstellar Peace Corporation heavy mechs. If you could maintain this physical condition, it would solve quite a few problems."
Welt gave a professional assessment.
Aidan turned to take a shower.
Himeko sat at the bar counter, and her terminal popped up several notifications of Credit Points being deposited.
"The Interstellar Peace Corporation's efficiency is indeed very high. They not only paid the reimbursement expenses but also gave a significant bonus. It seems Aidan's work saved them a large sum in engineering costs."
"That is indeed his forte. At least for today."
Dan Heng stood leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.
Lying in the bathtub in his room, Aidan squinted for a while before remembering he hadn't turned on the hot water, but... then what was he soaking in?
Aidan opened his eyes. His bathtub was filled with golden blood, and he was bathing in this golden liquid, which was as scorching as molten gold. Despite this, he felt no pain.
He stepped out of the bathtub, his bare feet hitting the cold floor. Where his soles touched the ground, a hissing sound erupted instantly, white smoke rose, and scorched marks appeared on the tiles.
He walked to the mirror by the sink and reached out to wipe away the steam.
Withdrawing the overflowing Destruction from his body, Aidan returned to normal.
However, the huge golden scar on his body was still emitting a golden light, and the gold-red color in his pupils had not completely faded.
He tried to pull at the corners of his mouth, wanting to make a normal smile, but the face in the mirror looked like it was sneering no matter how he looked at it.
The stronger his thoughts of Destruction, the more his appearance would resemble Nanook.
A thought flashed through Aidan's mind.
He had a plan.
In other words, he could use this trait in the future to turn into Nanook under specific circumstances.
The question is whether he wants to or not.
And whether he can control it.
Thinking of the person who had killed him twice, a golden scar appeared on Aidan's face.
No.
Now is not the time.
He raised his hand and turned off the bathroom light.
In the darkness, the golden crack on his chest became the only light source, brightening and dimming with his breathing.
After changing his clothes, he shuffled out of the bathroom in slippers.
"All washed up?" March 7th leaned in and circled him twice. "Mhm, no smell this time. How long were you soaking in the tub just now? I thought you'd passed out."
"Soaked for a while," Aidan said dismissively. "It was too comfortable, I didn't keep track of time."
"Look, look, this comment says you're like a human demolition machine, and this one says you're even more ruthless than the Antimatter Legion... Hey, do you think the Corporation will really blacklist you as a dangerous individual?"
"They won't. I've already confirmed with the Corporation; they are very satisfied with Aidan's work efficiency and even asked me if they could prioritize him for this kind of work next time."
"Efficiency is high, of course." Aidan sat down on the sofa.
"You're enjoying the process, aren't you."
Outside the window, the starry sky flowed quietly, and the broken metal debris had already been left far behind.
The warm yellow light in the Parlor Car enveloped everything, the laughter of March 7th, the rustling sound of Himeko turning pages...
These subtle sounds were exceptionally clear to Aidan.
He could feel the instinct of Destruction still surging within him, but compared to the urge to tear everything apart just now, it was much gentler now.
"Aidan."
"Hm?"
"That wound on your chest today..." March 7th pointed to her own chest. "It looks a bit scary. Does it hurt?"
Aidan looked down. The golden crack was faintly visible at the edge of his collar.
"It doesn't hurt." He shook his head. "It hurt at the beginning, now it just looks scary."
Pain... he was used to it.
However, he didn't really want everyone to be so worried.
"That's good." March 7th breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought something was going to happen to you again today. The way you were smashing things just now, I was really afraid you'd smash yourself too."
"Smash myself?" Aidan paused, then laughed out loud. "I'm not an idiot."
"Who knows," March 7th pouted. "Didn't you almost get yourself killed last time when you turned into Erudition? And the time before that when you turned into a bug, such a big one..."
"That was an accident."
"It's always an accident... Forget it, but everyone will help you, you need to work a little harder yourself too."
"Okay." He nodded. "I'll try my best."
"Trying your best isn't enough, you must promise!"
"Alright, alright, I promise."