Chapter 88: Prometheus

Between two points, the straight line is the shortest.

Alvin believed this, and in the instant of his fall, he used spiritual energy as a glider, soaring through the air.

This slowed his descent while also shortening the distance.

A two-for-one solution!

The only flaw was that his relieved headache returned with greater intensity—he clearly couldn’t use spiritual energy again anytime soon.

But fortunately, it saved him a great deal of time and stamina.

The spaceship wasn’t too close—about a kilometer away—and under normal circumstances, Alvin could have run there in moments, but he had just endured a fierce battle.

Suddenly, Alvin stopped in his tracks.

He hid behind the jagged rocks around him, watching the massive spaceship.

There, the deck directly beneath its belly slowly lowered, and several space transport vehicles emerged from within.

Though the route was uneven, littered with rubble and ravines, the vehicles moved as if on flat ground, kicking up clouds of dust as they headed toward the ruin.

Alvin, who had been worrying about how to sneak aboard unnoticed, suddenly brightened at the sight.

Just as he was dozing off, someone handed him a pillow—how convenient!

So Alvin crouched low, bent his body, and hurried forward stealthily, heading toward the spaceship.

A spaceship this large couldn’t be infiltrated recklessly—it required some method.

Otherwise, if the crew inside spotted him, he’d have no good explanation.

Alvin fully applied the stealth techniques taught to him by Tucker, avoiding the ship’s detection probes as much as possible and approaching gradually from blind spots.

Fortunately,

the humans in the cockpit seemed entirely focused on the exploration team heading toward the ruin, paying little attention to the ship’s surroundings.

In fact, this was perfectly normal.

No one would care about a lifeless planet, especially one whose oxygen environment was unsuitable for humans.

Who could have expected someone to sneak aboard their ship?

Alvin reached the ship’s side wing.

Along the ship’s hull was painted a line of English text.

Under normal circumstances, this should be the ship’s name; Alvin’s pupils flickered, and he whispered: “Prometheus?”

His expression changed slightly.

After a long while, Alvin, staring at “Prometheus,” pressed his throbbing temples, feeling as if his temples were pounding violently.

“Xenomorphs…”

Prometheus—if his memory was correct—was the ship from the film, “Prometheus: Alien Prequel.”

In short, the plot involved a group of people traveling countless miles just to court death.

So…

The exploration team he’d just seen was likely the opening signal of the plot; if so, these people would soon learn firsthand what it meant to bring disaster upon themselves.

But from Alvin’s perspective, it was genuinely annoying—what on this broken world was even worth digging up?

Could it possibly be that the specialty here was “Xenomorphs”?

Alvin couldn’t be sure whether throwing such a thing into the Warhammer universe would cause it to be warped by the “Aether” and turn into something even more unbearable.

Of course, it wasn’t entirely without advantages.

The most notable advantage of Xenomorphs was their ability to alter their form and genes based on the host’s DNA, adapting to environments at an accelerated pace.

To some extent, Xenomorphs were essentially created as perfect killing machines—if they fell into the hands of certain fanatical tech-obsessed fools, they might become something even more terrifying!

“Besides Xenomorphs, Black Water, and Creator technology…”

Alvin gradually recalled the plot and conducted a detailed analysis: “Indeed, the most important thing isn’t the Xenomorphs—it’s the Creator technology… and Peter Weyland!”

Weyland-Yutani, a vast corporation spanning the Alien universe with colonies everywhere, essentially functioned like a human government.

This colossal corporation was founded by Peter Weyland, who held multiple Nobel Prizes; his personal history was nothing short of legendary.

Peter Weyland excelled across multiple fields, achieving astonishing scientific results—his intellect surpassed Einstein’s, making him the undisputed source of black tech in the Alien universe.

Even in Alvin’s eyes,

the value of the Xenomorphs paled in comparison to Peter Weyland!

After all, Xenomorphs were useful only for killing, with no greater application—and they carried immense risk.

But Peter Weyland was different.

If he could control this man, he would effectively control Weyland-Yutani—its countless advanced technologies, weapons systems, and starships would all become accessible.

“Now isn’t the time to consider these issues…”

Alvin refocused his thoughts, pushing those concerns aside; his immediate priority was replenishing the nuclear reactor’s energy and healing his wounds.

As for the Xenomorphs, he wasn’t overly concerned.

Judging from their portrayal in the plot, a single Baodanqiang round could eliminate them—they were far more manageable than the Tyranids!

Heaven seemed to favor him once again.

As Alvin pondered how to infiltrate the ship, a massive storm suddenly erupted in the distance!

No wonder they were aliens?

Watching the sandstorm fill the entire sky and earth, waves of yellow dust rising thousands of meters high and surging toward the ship at incredible speed, Alvin couldn’t help but admire it.

The plot included this exact scene.

A storm laden with silicon ions and static electricity would disable the ship’s external sensors, creating the perfect window for infiltration!

As expected!

Seconds before the colossal sandstorm hit, the exploration team barely made it onto the ship’s deck at the last moment.

The overwhelming black sand, thick with silicate dust, swept across like a storm, instantly obscuring the light and compressing visibility to mere meters.

Fortunately,

the pendant Aruman had given him—the deflection field device—shielded him, blocking all large sand particles.

Without it, Alvin would have had to rely on telekinesis alone.

Breathing on this planet was one thing; surviving the silicate-static storm was another.

Like a shadow lurking in the night, he took advantage of the storm, the disabled probes, and the obstructed vision of the explorers, sprinting along the edge of the deck and slipping inside.

Infiltration successful!

Alvin hid behind a suspended robotic arm, coldly watching Elizabeth Shaw, who insisted on retrieving her fallen package, and Charlie, who was dragged along with her.

The two were tied to a single rope; under the storm’s force, they nearly floated in midair, on the verge of death—when the key figure who shaped the entire plot, the android “David,” swiftly rescued the reckless duo.

Finally, when everyone had gathered,

the captain sealed the lower deck, blocking the storm outside; watching the crew enter the airlock, Alvin slowly stepped out from his corner.

The plot had officially begun from this moment.

Of course, Alvin didn’t care at all where the plot stood—he needed to replenish his armor’s nuclear reactor energy as quickly as possible.

With the Mark V, he could avoid countless troubles!

“The ship’s engines and energy conduits should be somewhere in the lower decks, right?”

Alvin explored the lower deck.

Soon, he found the ship’s engine nozzles; following the laid-out pipes, he slipped through a ventilation shaft directly into the ship’s energy chamber.

Inside the Prometheus’s energy chamber stood a massive controlled nuclear fusion device.

Alvin removed his core reactor and directly interfaced it with the fusion Zhuangzhi ; the entire ship shuddered, and blinding red lights began flashing!

“Warning! Warning!”

“Energy leak!”

“Energy leak!”

The deafening alarm echoed throughout the ship.