**Bonus Chapter 71: Lone Wanderer**
*Flesh? Blood?*
*That rueful stench is everywhere, lingering in the air like a never-ending curse.*
*It's almost unbearable.*
*At least, that's what I think.*
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Thor's boots echoed against the cold, metallic floors of the alien spaceship. His strides were strong and steady, an unyielding march through the haunting silence. Days without food had taken little toll on him. His stamina was impressive, even after battling and killing every Fatek he encountered. He was a force of nature, resilient, and determined, cutting through the depths of this massive, labyrinthine ship like a predator on the prowl.
This spaceship was far larger than he had anticipated. Its corridors stretched endlessly, with chambers hidden behind walls, traps rigged in inner compartments, and secret reserves filled with bizarre, alien contraptions. The place was a tomb of horrors, stained with purple, dried blood—the signature of the Fatek.
