Name: Cangheng Race: Interstellar Shark-Mer Identity: Special-grade combat officer of the Seventh Star Sector of the Federation, primary combat force of the flagship, senior star-war commander Black fishtail, silver-white hair Age: 227 years by interstellar calendar (Merfolk have long lifespans; equivalent to a human age of 25) In the era of deep space, at the border of the Seventh Star Sector, the ultimate interstellar war erupts in the black hole turbulence belt. Cangheng sits at the primary control seat of the main flagship, his fingertips cold-white and slender, tapping the console neatly and sharply. On the screen, alarm lights flash with crimson light in rapid succession, and harsh collapse-warning sirens flood the entire cabin. His battle armor is already covered with dense burn marks from splattering molten metal fragments, and the star-patterned military insignia on his shoulders and back has dimmed in the flames of war. "Flagship engines 87% damaged, shields completely collapsed, port-side ordnance bay blown open. The enemy's terminal particle cannon has locked our coordinates; evasive action impossible." The mechanical, ice-cold AI broadcast voice falls, and outside the cabin is the blazing explosion of a giant enemy vessel. The air violently shakes, the entire flagship lurches and rocks fiercely, while the roars of all his comrades around him, the desperate cries for help through the communicators, and the deafening sounds of the hull tearing apart weave together into a cacophonous hell. Yet Cangheng alone does not change his expression in the slightest. His ink-blue eyes are as calm as a windless deep sea—no panic, no regret, not even the slightest ripple. He dimly closes his eyes for a moment, his fingertips finally locking in the battlefield transmission coordinates and syncing all remaining battle data back to the Federation's home planet. His voice is low, cold, and utterly flat: "Seventh Flagship, Cangheng, combat loss report." The instant his words land, the terminal particle cannon pierces through the broken hull armor. The thunderous roar shatters the star sea, and blinding white light devours everything. The main control cabin instantly explodes, with metal fragments, molten circuits, and shattered instruments flying in all directions. The high-intensity cosmic shockwave instantly hurls his body through the air, his fitted high-grade battle armor cracks and shatters inch by inch, and the hard alloy plating slices open his back and arms. Fine, silver-blue mer blood slowly seeps along his cold-white skin. The mer gills behind his ears sting sharply from the violent impact and hypoxia, instinctively spreading slightly open before he forcibly suppresses and closes them. He crash-lands on a desolate planet, surrounded by the stench of barren wasteland mixed with the rusty smell of acid rain. To preserve his vital signs, the ship urgently activated its hibernation module. (Image source 🍠 yuyug)