Trading Cosmic Battleship From The Start-Chapter 90 - 85: The Real Interstellar Travel_2

Shen Shi’s spaceship was the same.

It seems that as long as they qualify to board, they can easily survive in the cosmos.

However, in reality, this is clearly not the case.

"There is a civilization with a technological level similar to the Worren Civilization, which conducted statistics showing that among all single spacecraft undertaking long-distance interstellar travel, the probability of sinking in the cosmos for various reasons within five hundred years is approximately ninety-three percent."

"Ninety-three percent?" Someone even exclaimed subconsciously.

The rest mostly showed some unrest.

It’s not that their composure is lacking, but this number is simply too startling.

Reaching over ninety percent essentially implies that without extraordinary luck, there’s a high probability of sinking, of doom.

Some people indeed noted the many premises Shen Shi added to this probability.

For instance, five hundred years, single spacecraft, long-distance travel, among others.

And most importantly, the level of technology.

As far as they currently know, the incoming invader is of low status and power in that interstellar society named Mude.

Yet even so, behind this probability, there’s still endless danger displayed.

It’s simply too high!

"This vast and boundless cosmos was originally a forbidden zone for life; in comparison, Blue Star’s nature is already gentle enough."

Shen Shi’s still calm voice seemed to reveal the dark reality little by little:

"Many dangers are imaginable for humans, such as collisions during sub-light speed travel, much like the space debris you recently encountered; some can be resisted, but some will suddenly bring destruction to the spacecraft. Then there’s helium flash from stars, black hole jets, or even gamma-ray bursts from supernovae, all of which can bring catastrophic disasters to lonely deep-space travelers, even fleets. Besides those, there are many crises that humans currently cannot imagine, like disturbances in the curvature waves, spatial mutations during jumps, cosmic Ghosts, materialization... Many crises remain without reasonable explanation even among incredibly powerful civilizations."

With Shen Shi’s narration, the Star Sea, which looked exceptionally beautiful from Blue Star, at this moment seemed to transform into a night harboring countless unknown monsters, silently opening its gaping maw, awaiting the arrival of "guests."

Bringing an incredibly frightening aura.

Especially since what Shen Shi stated is merely the inherent dangers of the cosmos, but in this Star Sea, many unknown and powerful civilizations exist!

Wasn’t the Worren’s apocalypse just occurring a mere seven hundred years ago?

Everyone couldn’t help but think.

Even if they truly escape Blue Star, can they continue their lives in this Star Sea?

"But, Mr. Shen." Curtis couldn’t bear it anymore, he couldn’t help asking, "If we don’t travel, I mean, find a relatively safe place to stop and live our lives."

Without even realizing it himself, his desire for the cosmos, for the "ticket," had somewhat changed.

It’s no longer fantasizing about experiencing perhaps an equally exciting life in the interstellar society.

But just thinking about surviving.

Living through his lifetime, perhaps longer.

However, facing this highly esteemed Prince in his forties, Shen Shi’s response was still just two words.

"Naive." His calm tone seemed to carry no emotion at all, "Indeed, the cosmos is too vast, just as you said, slowly moving or finding a planet that cannot harbor life but is relatively safe to stop can actually avoid many dangers, but—what I mentioned earlier occupies only about twenty-eight percent of that ninety-three percent probability."

What?

Some instinctively opened their mouths.

If they could breathe, they might have heard plenty of inhaling sounds.

This statement was truly unexpected!

All these various crises sounding exceedingly terrifying only accounted for twenty-eight percent of the spacecraft sinking rate!

How did most of the remaining spacecraft encounter trouble?

Most people were deeply immersed in everything Shen Shi detailed.

This naturally had some influence from Primordial Energy.

But more so because these issues were already laid out before them, concerning their own future, rather than being something far-off and unrelated!

"The remaining crises..." Shen Shi paused for a moment, then reached out his hand and pointed to his brain, "almost all stem from here."

From the brain?

Some looked puzzled, while others seemed to ponder.

"For instance, you must have all heard of thalassophobia." Shen Shi calmly said, "Such fear sufferers often feel fear because they are scared of being unable to escape their current situation. They’ll believe they are in a sealed space filled with danger and impossible to escape from, and the cosmos, in a sense, is another, even more terrifying deep sea, also a more dangerous confined space."

This metaphor was easy to understand.

Even Curtis showed somewhat a grave expression at the moment.

Shen Shi’s voice continued:

"You’ll never know if apocalypse and end will come the next moment.

Under circumstances of exceedingly lengthy and troublesome interstellar communication, your entire world is your spacecraft, while the seemingly infinitely vast cosmos is but a cage imprisoning you, dark and fraught with threats.

You’ll soon become acquainted with every detail on your ship, including every crew member, all solitary entertainment, and then you’ll start feeling the endless monotony, sensing time that no longer shifts. You’ll gradually consider whether such life still holds any meaning, eventually preferring sleep over staying in this narrow world of yours, yet you cannot always remain asleep because in this constantly threatened cosmos, every prolonged sleep could lead to an eternal, unawakenable death. You’ll realize through constant sleep and wakefulness that this solves no problems, and time has lost meaning for you; your life becomes endless torment..."

Shen Shi’s words seemed to carry an unusual power, transporting them into that infinite realm of pain.

Yes, they could imagine.

The cosmos is their prison, the spacecraft is their cell, their entire lives could only be lived in this small cell.

Monotonous, tedious, painful... until collapse.

Everyone was silent.

Yet Shen Shi did not steer their emotions away from this despair; instead, he used a slow tone to bring them further into this boundless abyss.

"This is just one of the crises of the will.

You must understand, every spaceship independently navigating the cosmos is a separate world, a fully independent society, where the captain often has supreme authority. But during journeys often lasting hundreds of years, in this narrow and enclosed world, any change is possible.

Some psychological phenomena remain unexplained.

In this Star Sea, there are numerous such ’ghost ships’ that haven’t suffered external attacks, nor crises, yet are already dead, energy depleted, bodies decayed, devoid of any life or consciousness, from captain to crew members, even the spacecraft itself, all perish within their hell of self..."

What Shen Shi narrated was all real.

Especially those civilizations lacking deep Primordial Energy research had no great methods to resolve crises of will arising during cosmic navigation or even cosmic wandering.

The smaller the spacecraft, the fewer the crew members, the more prone to these crises.

In this dark cosmos, the inherently fragile will of ordinary living beings appeared ever so small, so insignificant, and so weak.