"You are currently being served by RDA Unit 9, an artificial intelligence programmed by the Resources Development Administration. This AI has been permanently authorized by the Interstellar Commercial Management Organization."

"Given that you have just awakened from cryogenic sleep lasting five years, nine months, and twenty-two days, your health may be mildly affected. Your cerebellum and nerves may transmit sensations of nausea and extreme weakness to your body, but please do not panic; we have a series of proven protocols for this contingency."

"Please follow these steps for a series of... only..."

The writing abruptly cut off here, and the LCD screen erupted in a cascade of striped static, accompanied by a distorted sound.

"Power supply experiencing unknown failure..."

"Insufficient power. Repeat. Warning: Insufficient power."

"Please inspect wiring conduits promptly."

Fang Senyan remained motionless, his eyes darting left and right, realizing he was within a truly vast chamber. The room's dominant tone was silver—minimalist, sharp, austere, and metallic. There was only one very wide exit, partially obscured by two silver metallic doors that were slightly ajar.

On the thick walls of the room, at least twenty to thirty cryo-pod platforms had sprung out like drawers. He himself was lying on one such platform, about thirty meters from the exit. ...To be honest, this deployment of pods gave Fang Senyan a very ominous association: the cadaver drawers found in a morgue.

Sensing nothing immediately unusual in his surroundings, Fang Senyan rolled over and dropped to the floor. In that instant, he felt remarkably light. However, the data he had gathered beforehand indicated that this fourth moon of Alpha Centauri, nicknamed "Pandora," possessed a gravity slightly lower than Earth's—roughly three-quarters of Earth's gravity. Thus, this lightness was normal. (A side note: this is also a major reason why the flora and fauna on this planet tend to be enormous.)

Five more cryo-pod platforms sprang out near Fang Senyan. Mo Gansha and Jiao Shi were unmistakably within two of them. Just then, a violent explosion suddenly rocked the exterior. Following this, the floor beneath their feet began to tremble slightly.

Fang Senyan understood immediately: they must be inside a large transport vessel! Connecting this violent explosion with the bizarre power failure of AI 557 moments before, the answer was glaringly obvious: this massive transport ship had likely encountered significant trouble!

Fang Senyan instantly called out to Mo Gansha and Jiao Shi and swiftly rushed toward those silver metal doors. An elongated corridor greeted them, also saturated with a high-tech aesthetic: smooth, cold, and mechanical. The faint green illumination lamps lining the corridor flickered incessantly, suggesting they might extinguish at any second. Fortunately, clear fluorescent arrows on the adjacent walls pointed toward the safety exit, preventing them from losing their way forward.

The lights flickered twice more before finally being extinguished ruthlessly. However, at the end of the corridor, Fang Senyan could already make out the brightness of natural light. This light was accompanied, however, by a faint, coppery scent of blood, screams, and a growl utterly unfamiliar to Fang Senyan. This roar didn't sound like it originated from vocal cords; rather, it resembled the throaty cries of a threatened dog mixed with a whine, rising and falling in succession, covering an extremely wide vocal range.

Fang Senyan knew the ship must have landed, but he couldn't determine if the danger of explosion still existed. Therefore, escaping the vessel was the priority. He accelerated his pace, sprinting swiftly toward the end of the light—the front of the machinery bay—and suddenly, his vision cleared, revealing a vast expanse. Compared to the foul air inside the cabin, Fang Senyan couldn't help but take a deep breath of the fresh air outside, instantly revitalizing his spirit.

They were situated on a relatively high, gently sloping hill. The slope wasn't characterized by shimmering, sharp rocks, but by smooth, curved humps reminiscent of musculature and chest contours. Looking as far as the eye could see, the vegetation was incredibly dense; green grass, barely reaching the tops of their feet, stretched out into the distance. The sky was gray, though the white cloud layer hovered very high above, arranged in distinct, funnel-shaped vortices—utterly fantastical, giving the overall sky tone a quality that wasn't gloomy, but rather possessed a bright, clean melancholy.

The surrounding mountainous flora was exceptionally abundant. The temperature hovered around twenty-three degrees Celsius. Everywhere, one could spot massive trees at least fifty meters tall. As far as the eye could see, emerald green, light green, jade green, dark green, and bud green—all these different shades of green presented themselves in highly layered tones within the mountains and woods. Even the new green turf on the ground exhibited a vibrant, flourishing vitality.

Yet, for some reason, Fang Senyan felt that this grass, this forest, these mountains, this water, this sky, and this earth were subtly jarring to his vision. He couldn't resist jumping down from the craft to yank up a few blades of the green grass.

He crushed them between his fingernails, and his fingers immediately stained with a greenish sap. The sight before his eyes made him instantly understand the reason.

The severed grass stems, impossibly, were still stubbornly trying to stand upright, seemingly attempting to stab directly into his eyes! The implicit message was nothing more than three words charged with potent meaning:

Humans, stand on this alien world, enveloped by alien plants, alien air, alien mountains, alien water, you are truly a stranger in a strange land, about to be physically rejected by the entire world itself!

Fang Senyan looked back. The massive metal behemoth behind them was clearly a "Valkyrie" transport ship. This aircraft, nicknamed the "Atmospheric Public Bus," rested quietly on the slope of Pandora. Its sheer bulk made it hard to believe that this metal giant could move at supersonic speeds of Mach 3 even within the atmosphere, with the terrifying sonic boom generated during high-speed transit taking a full three minutes to dissipate completely.

But at this moment, this monstrous steel beast—nearly two hundred meters long, eighty meters wide, and close to ten meters high, with a payload capacity exceeding a hundred tons—was completely still, having plowed a deep, fifty-meter furrow into the ground before settling on the slope. The upturned earth vividly illustrated the immense impact force of the forced landing.

Its left wing showed clear evidence of impact damage and fracture, and a plume of thick, black smoke rose from the left engine, ascending straight toward the sky like a signal fire, refusing to disperse quickly. (Note: The actual model of the Valkyrie transport is significantly smaller than described here; let's assume this one is a modified variant.)

That scent of blood, the growling, and the sound of gunfire were emanating from the side of the ship immediately adjacent to them, and the intensity was growing. Just as Fang Senyan was about to move toward the source, a wave of dizziness washed over his mind, and the Nightmare Imprint immediately presented a series of data messages:

"Time: July, Year 2149. 17:00 Hours." (In the film plot, the protagonist has just departed Earth and faces a five-year flight. It is worth noting that humans discovered Pandora in 2129. At the start of the film plot, the planet has already been under development and exploitation for twenty-five years.)

"Location: Alpha Centauri System, Planet BV4."

"Scenario: Avatar..."

"Difficulty: Hard (B+)."

"Pain Attenuation: None."

"Personal Ability Extra Enhancement: 0%."

"Current Scenario Exploration Progress: [Blank]"

"Supplementary Notes: This is a free-roam scenario (related instructions omitted)."

"You will automatically master the relevant language and be able to interact fluently with characters in this world. This ability will be forgotten upon leaving this world."

"Number of Accepted Missions: [Blank]."

"Your appearance and identity have been processed and will automatically revert upon returning to the real world. You may also adjust appearance settings within the Nightmare Space. If you have questions, you may mentally invoke the Nightmare Imprint to query relevant matters; if your authorization level permits, you will receive an answer."

Warning: The atmospheric composition of Pandora is: Nitrogen, Oxygen, Carbon Dioxide (18%), Nitrogen (5.5%), Ammonia, Methane, and Hydrogen Cyanide. Humans cannot survive here without fluorocarbon equipment, as they will succumb to cyanide poisoning. Therefore, humans must wear breathing apparatus for normal activity.

Warning: Although the physical fitness of the Contractor far exceeds that of ordinary people, prolonged breathing of this air will still result in continuous damage.

Hint: You can find oxygen masks at any human camp; I can assure you this item is as common as marijuana in the 'Roque'n'Roll' bar! If you are in a truly desperate situation, you can even purchase one directly through the Nightmare Imprint... though I must warn you, this action will severely deplete your liquid funds.

Hint: This world is a theater of extremely high mortality rates. Therefore, while you are inside the Valkyrie transport ship, you possess the privilege of escaping back to the Nightmare Space. The preparation time for returning to the Nightmare Space is five seconds, and any attack received during this period will interrupt the process.

It must be emphasized that we do not advocate for this kind of battlefield retreat. Thus, you must pay the price of a three-point reduction in your highest attribute score and a deduction of five Merit Points as the cost for teleportation back to the safe zone, and all benefits gained in this world will be forcibly erased.

Warning: You are currently in the Avatar world battlefield, meaning you will face immense threats, fierce combat, and, of course, tremendous opportunities. However, your first task is to attempt to establish a foothold on this mysterious, beautiful, rich, yet unfriendly planet.