James Space Station, Transformed into a Jungle by the Green Moon

In the midst of a lush, jungle-like environment lay the remains of the once colossal James Space Station, maintaining traces of its former structure. The section of the station that had plummeted to the ground included part of its control room, giving off the appearance of a secluded research facility hidden within the greenery.

Inside this control room, a man was frantically operating the console.

"Damn it, damn it," he muttered.

The CCTV monitors displayed outside images of his colleagues’ brutally torn bodies. They had ventured out, attempting to find food and water in the jungle, only to end up as corpses. The assailants were dinosaurs, resembling the infamous "velociraptors." Unlike the real raptors, these were featherless and larger, nearly human-sized—fake, as if straight from a movie.

These fake velociraptors ambushed the crew, slaughtered them, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Where are they? Where on earth are they?" the man grumbled, shifting the CCTV feed rapidly to search the surroundings. However, no sign of the velociraptors appeared. Only the corpses of raptors shot by his companions remained.

"Senior, please stop. I think… the raptors are gone," said his junior, gripping his shoulder with a downcast expression.

With a sigh, the man stopped checking the monitors. One of his junior’s fiancées had been part of that ill-fated expedition. Forcing a weak smile, the junior spoke.

"Considering those monsters are roaming outside, everyone who wasn't in the control room must be dead, right?"

"Maybe, but some could still be alive," the man answered optimistically, though he internally doubted anyone could survive under such circumstances.

The control room was designed to be a safe haven in the event of an object-related disaster in space. With its emergency communication antenna, object-proof walls, and numerous CCTV cameras for monitoring, the facility was well-equipped. Yet, even this room was just biding time, hoping for rescue.

Suddenly, the junior gasped.

"Senior, check the CCTV!"

Turning back to the monitor, the man saw his junior’s fiancée, faintly moving at the edge of the camera's view. Her chest rose and fell slowly, indicating shallow breaths.

'Hmm, hard to see clearly, and only her upper body is visible.'

"Quick! We have to save her!" The junior was about to rush out when the man restrained him, readying himself instead. Gathering an object-loaded pistol, he spoke.

"I’ll go check."

Despite his junior’s insistence, it was clear he couldn’t manage the task alone. The man prepared, taking the pistol in hand, and cautiously opened the door leading outside. A heavy stench of blood lingered in the thick, humid air.

Corpses lay scattered everywhere.

'Why did the raptors leave their prey and go?'

Carefully, he advanced towards the CCTV-marked area, noticing his colleague’s upper body, moving rhythmically like breathing, behind some debris.

‘Wow, did she really survive?’

As he neared, a sickening realization dawned on him—the body was merely the top half of a corpse. And right outside the camera's range, a raptor hovered over it.

It looked back at the man, almost as if grinning.

Bang! Bang!

The man, backing away, fired wildly. The raptor skillfully dodged, slipping behind cover, its intelligence unsettling. But as he turned to retreat, the creature lunged, jaws gaping.

Inside James’s Golden-Mecha-Tyranno Rocket

I clutched the edge of my seat, excitement coursing through me as I fastened my seatbelt. But the rocket launch preparations were taking longer than expected.

'Bored,' I thought.

To pass the time, I summoned a golden reaper onto my palm.

"Mom!" it chirped, grinning as it gazed up at me. I squished its squishy cheeks, and it scanned its surroundings with curious eyes. Spotting a mini chair beside me, it quickly buckled in, mimicking me with an eager smile, its legs swinging.

As we waited, more mini reapers popped up at my feet, filling every seat in the rocket until 100 were aboard. The countdown began.

"Let’s go!" And with the mini reapers’ joyful enthusiasm, the rocket launched toward space.

James Space Station—Now a Jungle

A woman crouched, breath ragged as she hid beneath a monstrous creature.

'A dinosaur? Now?'

She found herself cowering under a massive T. rex. Or rather, a creature that resembled one—likely a creation of the Green Moon.

Its formidable claws and teeth loomed over her, large enough to devour a human whole. The creature eventually moved on, leaving her hidden and trembling beneath the strange beast.

After what seemed like an eternity, darkness crept over the jungle. Only then did she dare to emerge.

"Thanks for hiding me," she murmured, hugging the creature that had shielded her.

"Mingming!" it squeaked.

Looking up, she saw the Green Moon casting its otherworldly glow. As an exceptional object, even the U.S. Object Association might find it untouchable. Rescue seemed unlikely unless…

'If only the gray reaper would visit…then maybe the golden reapers would come too.’

Amused by the thought, she felt Mingming nip her arm lightly, as if to remind her not to get distracted.

Above the Stars, with Earth Below

No ground beneath my feet, just floating in space. A familiar, thrilling sensation I’d barely felt since gaining physical immunity.

Hehe. Just that thrill made this trip worthwhile.

Behind me was the Golden-Mecha-Tyranno Rocket, which had brought us to the station’s vicinity. For some reason, it halted just outside, leaving us suspended in space.

Floating aimlessly, the golden reapers drifted nearby, nudging and tumbling over each other. Many almost got lost in the vastness, barely holding on as I corralled them back.

'Let’s go!'

With my resolve set, I led them toward the center of the space station—the enormous Green Moon gleaming ominously at its core.