Otaku Translation: Carrying the Bases of Starcraft C38

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It was a circular platform, with an ε symbol etched into its center. From the outside, the entire ruin had appeared to be a lifeless structure abandoned for countless years. But when Housen stepped onto it, his mind buzzed sharply. The ε symbol suddenly flared with a burst of light, and a faint azure glow pulsed along the grooves where the platform met the ruins. A viscous liquid shimmering with eerie luminescence began spreading outward from the edges.

Housen’s heart leapt in alarm. He quickly jumped back off the platform, but his action did nothing to halt the strange phenomenon unfolding before them. Within just a few breaths, the ghostly blue fluid spread across the four walls of the ruin. Then, as if a slumbering stone behemoth had awakened after millennia, the ground trembled violently. The glowing outer walls radiated a soft blue halo that expanded outward like ripples on water.

The light seemed imbued with some kind of magic. The acidic mist surrounding the area was pushed back, retreating until it formed a shimmering barrier about ten meters away from the ruin's exterior—a curtain-like shield pulsating with an otherworldly glow.

“This… It… It’s alive?” Housen stammered, his voice trembling.

By now, Arroz had joined him, unable to suppress a snort. “I told you not to move around, didn’t I? What now, scared out of your wits?”

Tang Fang hadn’t expected Arroz to have such a sarcastic streak. He glanced up at the shimmering barrier encircling the ruins, his expression growing grave. While he’d heard tales of ancient ruins retaining residual energy reactions, he’d never encountered anything this intense in all his years.

Housen was reckless—utterly and completely reckless. Tang Fang couldn’t help but wonder how someone so reckless had survived eight years of military service. Sure enough, without even trying to understand what the shimmering barrier might do, Housen reached out toward it.

“Stop!” Tang Fang shouted too late. Housen’s mischievous hand made direct contact with the glowing shield.

To both Tang Fang and Arroz’s astonishment, Housen’s hand passed through the barrier unimpeded, followed by his arm, and then his entire body.

“Ha! I knew it!” Housen called triumphantly from inside the barrier, grinning smugly at Tang Fang and Arroz, who stood outside with sour expressions. “There’s nothing better than my instincts in this world!”

Seeing that Housen was unharmed, Tang Fang cautiously took a step forward. The barrier rippled gently, allowing him to pass through effortlessly.

“Housen, maybe you should’ve been born a woman,” Arroz quipped dryly as he followed Tang Fang into the barrier, removing his helmet.

Pulling up the atmospheric composition interface, Tang Fang confirmed that oxygen levels were at 33%, while other gases like nitrogen, helium, and argon were within acceptable ranges for human survival. The environment resembled Earth’s, which wasn’t surprising given that many Epsilon ruins and spacecraft discovered in the past featured similar atmospheric regulation systems. With no cause for concern, Tang Fang deactivated the airlock control system and removed his own helmet.

Taking a deep, refreshing breath, he opened his mouth to speak—but was cut off by Arroz’s sudden shout: “Housen, what are you doing now?!”

Turning around, Tang Fang saw the reckless fool standing once again on the circular platform, pressing his hand against a control panel embedded in its center. The panel glowed faintly with a celestial blue light.

Before anyone could stop him, the base of the platform lit up with a ring of star-like lights. Slowly at first, then accelerating rapidly, the platform ascended, carrying a thrilled Housen high into the air.

Arroz clenched his teeth in frustration. It’s fine if nothing serious happened. But if something went wrong, it wouldn’t just be Housen’s problem—they’d all suffer the consequences.

“Oh, don’t make those faces,” Housen’s voice echoed down from above. “This thing is basically an elevator.”

Moments later, the platform descended smoothly, returning to its original position. Tang Fang and Arroz exchanged resigned glances before stepping onto it themselves and activating the central control panel.

The lift rose swiftly, bringing them to the top of the ruins in mere seconds. They emerged onto a diamond-shaped platform spanning approximately six thousand square meters. Its surface was smooth and polished, marked prominently by a massive ε symbol at its center. For some reason, Tang Fen felt certain this was meant to serve as a landing pad for atmospheric shuttles or space transports.

“Hey, come check this out!” Housen’s excited voice rang out from afar.

Looking over, they spotted two towering statues near the northern edge of the platform, each nearly four meters tall. Housen stood in front of a raised console between the statues, examining them with an expression akin to admiring a nude model.

“Do you think these might represent what the Epsilons looked like?” he asked.

Despite humanity’s discovery of numerous Epsilon ruins since entering the galactic age, no data regarding their physical appearance had ever been found. Thus, when Tang Fang and Arroz turned their attention to the statues, their expressions mirrored those of men gazing upon a national treasure stripped bare.

Aside from their height, the statues bore a striking resemblance to humans. Each had two arms, two legs, a torso, and a proportionate head. Upon closer inspection, however, Tang Fang noticed several differences. Their skin shimmered with a pale blue hue, covered in countless overlapping scales. Their ears were slightly protruding ovals, their eyelids thick and heavy, and their foreheads bore the unmistakable ε insignia.

He also observed that the statues wore garments resembling cloaks with high collars, and each wrist was adorned with a circular iron band.

Arroz circled the statue on the left, tapping it experimentally with his finger. His initial impression? Hard as rock. Meanwhile, Tang Fang’s scanner revealed a bizarre composition: part rock, part metal.

“Quick, take pictures! This could fetch a fortune!” Housen exclaimed.

Arroz rolled his eyes. “You think you're still living in the era of the Federal Parliament? Nowadays, empires and factions care only about technological advancements. Whether the Epsilons had human-like ears or dog-like noses isn’t worth their time.”

“I notice you’re talking more than usual today,” Housen remarked, glancing at him sideways.

Arroz paused, shaking his head with a wry smile. Ignoring Housen, he pulled a cigar from his pocket, lit it, and took a long drag.

Unfazed by Arroz’s indifference, Housen turned his attention to the terminal panel in front of him. After a moment’s thought, he slammed his palm onto a golden button.

Instantly, the enormous ε symbol at the center erupted in a blinding flash. The previously seamless platform split open along a series of cracks, sinking downward to reveal a gaping hole fifty meters in diameter.

“Housen, will you die if you don’t touch anything?!” Tang Fang snapped, startled. He’d been analyzing readings from the statues, only to find Housen meddling again.

“Heh.” Housen shrugged, grinning sheepishly. “Don’t worry, my instincts are always spot-on.” Pointing to the newly formed hole, he added, “That’s probably the entrance to the ruins.”

Tang Fang glanced at the massive opening and silently agreed. If he guessed correctly, it served as a docking bay for aerial vehicles.

As Housen basked in the glory of yet another successful hunch, a chilling sensation crept down his spine, raising every hair on end—even those in places best left unmentioned.

Meanwhile, Tang Fang, still scanning the statues, heard a sharp hum. Thermal activity readings spiked from zero to a blazing 100 in an instant. And then he witnessed something utterly bizarre.

The statues, previously immobile as mountains, stirred to life. A purple glow ignited in their shadowy eyes, accompanied by the shrill sound of grinding joints. Both figures lowered their heads, fixing their gaze on Housen, who stood frozen at the control console.

“Housen, you idiot, don’t just stand there! Run!” Tang Fang barked.

Startled awake, Housen leapt backward without hesitation, sprinting as fast as his legs could carry him. No sooner had he moved than a massive arm—nearly two meters long and as thick as an elephant’s leg—swung down where he’d just been standing.

Missing its target, the statue on the left sprang into motion, chasing after Housen. The one on the right turned its head toward Tang Fang instead.

“H- Hi, we didn’t mean—”

The statue ignored his explanation entirely. Its pupils flared brighter, and rows of thumb-sized holes appeared on the iron bands around its wrists. Red beams shot forth, coalescing into elongated blades of light above its hands. With a swift motion, it swung its arm, aiming a fiery blade straight for Tang Fang’s head.

The red light burned fiercely, and a wave of heat washed over Tang Fang before the blade even reached him. Realizing there would be no chance to explain, he twisted his body, planting his foot lightly on the ground to dodge the attack.

Pop-pop-pop.

A burst of gunfire echoed through the air as Arroz, cigar dangling from his lips, squeezed the trigger of his assault rifle. Bullets ricocheted off the statue’s scaled surface, sparking harmlessly. Not a scratch marred its armor.

Enraged by Arroz’s resistance, the attacking statue’s scales shimmered with an eerie blue glow. In the blink of an eye, its form vanished into thin air.

Tang Fang instinctively looked toward Arroz—and gasped. Three meters in front of him, the statue reappeared in a flash of light, accompanied by a distorted frequency-like hum. Without hesitation, it swung its blazing blade toward Arroz’s skull.

Arroz froze, stunned by the realization that a creature nearly four meters tall could teleport. The crimson glow of the blade illuminated his face, turning his eyes blood-red. Heat waves surged forward, warping the air density around the weapon and creating twisted mirages of light.

Even if Arroz regained his senses, it was already too late to evade. Just as the blade was about to strike, Tang Fang’s expression hardened. Ripples shimmered in midair, and a zergling lunged from the side.

The statue stiffened momentarily, its left arm bending outward in an unnatural manner. A red beam slashed through the air, slicing the zergling cleanly in half with a sickening thud. The two halves collapsed to the ground, their fluids instantly vaporized by the intense heat. A foul stench of charred flesh filled the air.

Its arm could bend outward unnaturally. Even the bulletproof zergling had been cleaved in two with ease. And then there was the terrifying ability to teleport. This was simply too much!

Glancing back, Tang Fang saw Housen barely holding on under the relentless assault of the other statue. Forget fighting back; the fact that Housen was still alive was a testament to his sheer luck.

Tang Fang felt his head spinning. How were they supposed to fight against such powerful adversaries? But seeing Housen and Arroz teetering on the brink of death, he gritted his teeth and decided to go all-in. Behind him, ripples danced in the air as reinforcements materialized: zerglings, queens, reapers, marauders, newly produced marines, and even the spine crawler. Splitting into two groups, they charged toward the statues in a desperate bid for survival.

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