Otaku Translation: Carrying the Bases of Starcraft C43

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Tang Fang reached out to touch the massive hangar door, but nothing happened. The ε symbol in the center didn’t light up as he had expected. He pushed harder, straining with all his might, but the door didn’t budge an inch. Housen and Arroz, unwilling to give up, joined him, their combined strength pressing against the unyielding surface. Despite their efforts—and even with the exoskeleton-enhanced power of their combat suits amplifying their strength—the door stood firm, immovable. Not a single vibration betrayed its presence.

It made sense when Tang Fang thought about it. A hangar housing critical aerospace vehicles wouldn’t be left unprotected.

"Forget it. We’re wasting our energy. This door’s locked tight," Tang Fang said, pointing toward a smaller runic gate on the eastern side of the hall. "Let’s try that one instead."

Moments later, they descended from the platform and approached the runic gate. Tang Fang repeated his earlier tactic, placing his palm gently against the surface. As before, a faint blue glow illuminated the ε symbol at the center, which flipped over like a spinning coin. The gate retracted smoothly into the surrounding walls, revealing a small chamber ahead.

The room was modest, no more than 40 square meters. At first glance, there was a small lift platform in the center, flanked by walls adorned with concentric rings of azure light points interspersed with rugged star-shaped patterns.

Tang Fang stepped inside, scanning the area. There were no signs of any control consoles or electronic devices resembling those found in typical hangars. After a brief moment of hesitation, he led the group onto the central platform and pressed the descent button.

With a jolt beneath their feet, the platform began its rapid descent into the depths below. Unlike Tang Fang and Arroz, who benefited from the gravity-regulation systems of their powered armor, Housen—wearing only his lightweight combat suit—wasn’t so fortunate. He collapsed onto the floor, his face pale as he gasped for air. Around them, streaks of cerulean light raced upward like lightning bolts. According to the readings from their analysis equipment, the platform was traveling at approximately 180 kilometers per hour—comparable to the top speed of a Saber-Tooth A2 reconnaissance vehicle.

At such high speeds, there wasn’t much Tang Fang or Arroz could do to help Housen. Thankfully, the platform’s built-in gravity stabilizers kept the gravitational forces within tolerable limits, preventing severe strain on their bodies.

Ten minutes… fifteen minutes… twenty minutes…

The platform continued its relentless descent without showing any signs of slowing. Arroz’s brow furrowed deeper with each passing second. Given Planet Namie’s radius of roughly 700 kilometers, they had already breached the crust and were now plunging deep into the mantle. Just how far did this shaft extend? And where did it lead?

In contrast to Arroz’s growing unease, Tang Fang remained calm—not because he lacked concern or adhered to some stoic philosophy of acceptance, but because his attention was entirely focused elsewhere. His mind was immersed in the system interface, oblivious to the world around him.

1,000 minerals, 1,340 gas… How should he spend them?

Should he invest in upgrading unit abilities? Stimpacks? Concussive shells? Burrowing for Zerg units? Or perhaps produce new combat units to bolster their fighting force?

After much deliberation, Tang Fang decided to prioritize constructing a Protoss Gateway (the Barracks equivalent). Zealots, after all, boasted superior individual combat capabilities compared to the basic units of both the Zerg and Terran factions.

Zealots, the foundational infantry of the Protoss, wielded energy blades attached to their arms for close-quarters combat. Like other Protoss units, they were shielded by a layer of plasma that effectively mitigated incoming damage. In addition to their formidable melee prowess, Zealots possessed the “Charge” ability, allowing them to temporarily transform into pure energy to rapidly close distances and isolate enemy targets.

Each Zealot cost 100 minerals and consumed 2 supply slots. However, the “Charge” upgrade required additional resources and had to be researched at the Twilight Council.

Protoss structures needed to be built within the range of a Pylon’s energy field. To construct a Gateway, Tang Fang first needed to place a Pylon. In this way, it would cost him a total of 250 minerals in the end. Gritting his teeth, he commanded a Probe (Protoss worker) to build the Pylon, followed by the Gateway. Watching his mineral count drop to 750, Tang Fang sighed heavily.

Damn it! Gas isn’t an issue right now, but minerals are critically low.

What frustrated him even more was the fact that the Twilight Council had been unlocked alongside the Gateway, instead of the Cybernetics Core. If it had been the latter, he would have been able to produce two additional units—Stalkers and Sentries.

Stalkers were highly versatile fighters, excelling in both ground and air combat while dealing significantly more damage than Terran Marines. On the other hand, Sentries were indispensable spellcasters, rivaling the Zerg Queen in utility, with access to powerful abilities like Force Fields and Guardian Shields. Together, these units would have greatly enhanced the strength, adaptability, and tactical depth of his hybrid army.

After some deliberation, Tang Fang recalled that in the game, upgrading the Zealots' Charge ability required 200 minerals and 200 gas, which would be 2,000 minerals and 2,000 gas within the system's scaled-up economy. Given his current resource reserves, even if he built the Twilight Council, he wouldn’t have enough left to afford the upgrade. It would be a pointless waste, leaving him with nothing to show for it. Reluctantly, he decided to hold off on constructing it for now, opting instead to save his resources for future needs.

“Tang Fang, Tang Fang!”

Arroz’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Turning, he saw the old man looking at him with a grave expression. “We’ve already descended over 200 kilometers underground, yet the platform shows no sign of stopping.”

“Over 200 kilometers?” Tang Fang exclaimed, startled. His face darkened. He had initially assumed this ruin was merely a storage facility for aerospace vessels, never imagining it extended so far beneath the planet’s surface.

“Should we head back up?” Housen asked, his complexion still ghostly white. After an hour of adjustment, he had finally managed to stand upright, though he looked utterly drained—as if he’d been through the wringer.

“Let’s wait a little longer. If it doesn’t stop within the next hour, we’ll retreat,” Tang Fang replied.

“Alright,” the two nodded, feeling slightly reassured.

Forty minutes passed. Just as Tang Fang was considering whether to abort the mission, a sudden surge of force jolted the platform. It began to decelerate slowly.

“It seems we’re almost there,” Tang Fang muttered. No sooner had the words left his mouth than a soft thud echoed beneath their feet, accompanied by a mild tremor. The platform came to a halt.

Before them lay a spacious hall, spanning nearly 100 square meters. Unlike the dimly lit chambers above, the ceiling was embedded with oval-shaped pearls that bathed the entire room in brilliant light, making it feel like daylight.

The circular walls bore the same crude, unadorned patterns seen earlier. Directly ahead of the platform’s landing point was what appeared to be a shimmering “flower pond.” But Tang Fang hesitated to call it a pond—it wasn’t quite accurate. While ponds typically contained water and fish, what lay before him defied conventional understanding. Floating atop gentle waves of pale blue liquid were four or five crystalline flowers. Multicolored beams of light refracted from their petals, projecting intricate, three-dimensional star maps into the air—a mesmerizing tapestry of cosmic beauty.

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