Levi’s fingertip gently caressed the hollow, intricately carved grip of the Xingyuan Cold Stinger, the crevices between his fingers still coated with the pungent, viscous fluid he had just retrieved from the insectoid hive 🩸. This 3D-printed, ice-blue blade was the product of an emergency print run initiated by the outpost’s AI before the Federation abandoned it—back then, in response to an insectoid raid, the outpost’s AI had prioritized lightweight tactical weapons to the utmost, and the Cold Stinger’s hollow design was specifically engineered to swiftly displace bodily fluids when piercing an insectoid exoskeleton, preventing the blade from slipping ⚔️. Just moments ago, deep within the hive, he had relied on this unassuming dagger to sever the joints of three scythe-clawed insectoids in quick succession—and even slice open a queen’s egg sac. Now he crouched beside the derelict maglev track, pressing the Cold Stinger into the rail’s crevice to scrub off the bloodstains; under the dim light of the desolate wasteland, its icy-blue blade glinted with a chilling, cold sheen. Suddenly, a guttural insectoid roar echoed from the far end of the track. He tightened his grip on the Cold Stinger; the hollow channels etched into its blade seemed to still retain the eerie, fishy stench of the queen’s nest, and yet he must carry this weapon to relay the insectoid coordinates back to the Federation fleet 📡. Just as he was about to rise, a faint vibration rippled through the handle of the Cold Stinger—as if responding to some distant signal. Levi’s pupils contracted sharply; he couldn’t help but wonder how many more secrets this emergency-printed blade might still hold.