Ning walked out of the room and walked along the large hallway of the ship, making his way down the ship. The large ship would require him to walk for at least an hour to reach the end of it.

“How is gravity working here?” Ning asked the system.

Ning looked toward the ceiling. “Is that the center?” he asked before continuing his walk. The hallway was short and led to an open space with many people wearing similar clothes to the one Ning was wearing right now.

They were also all completely dark-skinned individuals, just like the ones in the room he had just left. There were both adults and children in the hall, ranging from toddlers to old people who could barely stand without a cane. Some ate canned food. Some played a few musical instruments. Some simply talked with each other to pass the time.

‘Canned food?’ Ning thought. ‘Were these people technologically advanced?’

Their clothes had thrown Ning off on just what sort of world they had originated from.

“Damn, how hot was their planet?” Ning asked the system softly. “Did Farhalys say their sun had gone red?”

“What the f— what? 72 degrees?” Ning looked at the many people that were in the room. “How are they not dead?”

“Even if their body has high melanin level, just the heat alone should have killed them already,” Ning said. “Even being outside for just 5 minutes should have given them sunburn.>

Ning sighed. “He’s a good Constellation. First, of his kind, I’ve met,” he said. “Now, let’s go help this Constellation get his people to their desired planet.”

Ning walked past the hall and went down the ship, checking the entire ship along the way.

The ship had left the planet of Vaggolsor precisely 122 years ago if viewed by the time on Vaggolsor. Because it had been moving through space at a rather fast pace, it experienced a much slower time passage at around 19 years.

On top of that, because Farhalys had created a time dilation inside the ship, the people of the ship had in actuality experienced just 13 months inside the ship.

They had gathered all the food and water they could require and had boarded the ship from Vaggolsor with 120 thousand people, all separated into 24 sections based on the different settlements they already had back on their planet.

The thing he had walked in on had turned out to be a meeting among the chiefs of the 24 settlement. As for Farhalys, he acted as an avatar of a god that was himself.

Ning was around the 21st section of the ship where he had arrived at the main engine room. While it was an engine room, there wasn’t much that could be controlled from here.

There was a central cylinder to the ship where a large amount of fuel had been stored before this ship had left the planet’s orbit.

The fuel had given it the beginning speed it needed to push such a massive object past the gravity well of their own solar system, as well as make it go fast enough that it ignored most other star systems that came across the way.

However, in doing so, they had completely emptied the fuel chamber in the center, and so all that the ship was using to move through the galaxy was nothing but just inertia.

While inertia was an amazing thing to keep you going, it was almost as if the Constellation had not thought of how he was going to stop the ship at all.

“There’s no way to slow down the ship at all?” Ning asked with a sigh.

“I see,” Ning said. “Did Farhalys forget about it? No, he probably expected to be there when he stopped the ship. The poor fool had no idea he would’ve long ago died.”

Ning looked at the engine room while thinking of solutions. Was the easiest solution to simply create more fuel?

“No, propulsion is not the problem here. We need control first. We can’t even direct where the ship has to go,” Ning thought. “Should I add some rocket thrusters to the side of the ship? The main issue still remains that I can’t stop the ship.”

“If I go outside and push it back… I might end up putting a hole through the ship. That’s a bad idea,” Ning said. “Creating a Space engine wouldn’t help with the initial problem either right?”

“So the other solution is to take the fuel line running through the center of the ship and put a large thruster to the front. Hmm, that could work.”

Ning instantly teleported outside the ship and flew alongside it to check how much space he had to work with.

‘Still, it’s so seamless that making any sort of modification will make it look ba—’ Ning paused.

“Hmm?” a thought came to mind. “Would that… work?”