279: Chapter 281 Let's start infrastructure construction! Let's renovate the entire Milky Way!

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the command room lay a ruin capable of making any civilization tremble.

It was the shattered deck of The Sweepers' mothership, those warships that once possessed dimensional manipulation capabilities, now floating like trash in deep space.

Jiang Chen puffed on a cigarette and casually projected a stack of freshly scanned star charts into mid-air.

He stared at the messy orbital parameters on the screen, his brows furrowed. "Zhao Gang, take a look at this area. Doesn't it look like a rotten apple chewed on by a dog?"

Zhao Gang leaned over and looked carefully.

It was a star system with dozens of planets of various sizes, their trajectories skewed and twisted.

"Boss, I don't really understand this star chart."

"It means," Jiang Chen raised his hand and slashed a circle forcefully on the star chart, pointing at the uneven orbital paths, "the way these civilizations survive is purely by chance. Some planets are too close to their stars, roasted like potstickers; others are too far, cold as ice chips. Can people live like this?"

"Not only can they not live there, but it's also inefficient."

"If I want to harvest their minerals, I have to fly my ships all over the place taking detours. That's a huge waste of fuel!"

Jiang Chen rubbed his chin, his eyes flashing with the kind of fanaticism that made all engineers tremble:

"I think we need to do something productive."

"What productive thing?" Academician Chen Shuyin pushed up her glasses, subconsciously sensing something bad.

"Infrastructure development!"

Jiang Chen's voice was crisp and loud. "Since I am the village chief of the Milky Way Galaxy, the layout of this village must be decided by me."

"Look at the planetary orbits in these star systems; they're as messy as low-cost housing. We'll line them up uniformly. We'll move the ones that need moving and clear out the ones that need clearing."

"From now on, this starry sky must be as orderly as our West Suburb Base. It needs planning!"

In the command room, everyone who had been celebrating the victory instantly fell silent.

The air echoed with Jiang Chen's lighthearted words:

"Just shift the planetary orbits a bit."

If these words reached the ears of any physicist on Earth, it would likely cause them to go into cardiac arrest on the spot.

Move planets?

That is the gravitational orbit of a star! It is the cornerstone that maintains the operation of a galaxy!

Even a shift of just a few kilometers would trigger a chain reaction sufficient to completely destroy the surface of the planet.

"Boss, are you serious?"

Academician Chen Shuyin took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. "Those planets, each one has a mass of thousands of billions of billions of tons. How... how are we supposed to move them? With the tractor beam of the luan bird? That wouldn't be able to pull them at all!"

"Can't pull them?"

Jiang Chen turned around and looked at the AI maid, Ikaros, who was busy stuffing metal scraps into a storage canister.

"Hey, Ikaros."

"How many engines from those motherships are left?"

Ikaros stopped chewing on the metal parts, her green eyes flashing rapidly, her voice devoid of emotion:

"According to statistics, although The Sweepers' flagship exploded, more than seven hundred antimatter gravity anchors remain intact."

"If these items are repackaged, they can generate enough gravitational collapse effect to move half of the Milky Way Galaxy."

"Very good."

Jiang Chen nodded with satisfaction.

He walked to the console, his fingers operating on the virtual keyboard like phantoms. "Since we have enough materials, let's not dawdle."

"Have that group of prisoners... yes, those alien laborers who just learned how to line up to receive 'braised pork cans', install these gravity anchors onto the orbital satellites of these planets."

"This time it's not just about being orderly; I want them to line up in a straight line for me."

"By then, we will open a high-speed lane through the middle of the Milky Way Galaxy, directly connecting Earth to Centaurus."

"If those civilizations in the middle dare to litter illegally on the road, fine them immediately."

These words were spoken as a matter of course, making the listeners' scalps tingle.

If the previous expansion still carried a hint of war.

Then the current Jiang Chen was completely treating this star region as his own private property for renovation.

Those once arrogant civilizations, in Jiang Chen's eyes, now only had two functions—one was to act as "laborers" responsible for building roads; the second was to act as "users" responsible for paying taxes.

...

Three months later.

On the logistics routes of the Milky Way Galaxy.

The interstellar pirates who once rampaged here had all vanished.

Replacing them were swarms of transport ships bearing the "Chenxing Technology" sign.

And at the end of these routes were planets that had been crafted into "model rooms".

Every planet's orbit had been trimmed to be as precise as the core of a mechanical watch.

That was Jiang Chen's masterpiece.

Through the concerted efforts of Academician Chen Shuyin and the alien laborers, this star region was transformed into an efficient "energy mining field".

One day.

Jiang Chen stood once again on the deck of the luan bird.

He looked at the distant star region decorated in shimmering light, watching those busy alien creatures who had even learned to secretly recite "Good Luck" during their breaks from moving bricks.

He suddenly felt an indescribable boredom.

"Is that it?"

Jiang Chen leaned back, resting on the captain's chair, looking at the huge holographic display screen. "Is this the Milky Way Galaxy?"

"This is too simple."

"I used to think alien civilizations were so terrifying, but it turns out that by giving them a little spicy strip and a little 'civilized guidance', they obediently went to build roads?"

Academician Chen Shuyin looked at him helplessly and placed a cup of warm milk tea on the table:

"Do you think it's because of that spicy strip?"

"It's because you just casually shifted the orbit of that star by three degrees and, by the way, turned that disobedient civilization into a pile of building blocks."

"They aren't being professional now; they are... afraid."

"Afraid?" Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, picked up the milk tea, and took a sip; the taste was a bit bland.

"What's the use of being afraid?"

"Being afraid doesn't create GDP for us."

"I still think these guys are too idle."

He turned his head and looked forward.

Further away, in that dark region, some strange signals seemed to have lit up again.

That was the aura of an existence older and larger than The Sweepers civilization awakening.

That was...

Jiang Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. That long-lost feeling of crisis, like an electric shock, had returned.

"It seems the Milky Way Galaxy is indeed a bit too small."

He casually tossed the milk tea cup into the recycling bin.

"Old Chen, stop studying whatever data is over there."

"Since these aliens don't dare to come and pick a fight, let's not play house with them here anymore."

"Go, notify the Engineering Department to lock down all the planetary orbits in this vicinity for me."

"We..." Jiang Chen stood up and strode towards the ship's engine room.

Every step he took carried a madness of wanting to completely overthrow and restart the cosmic order.

"We are going to the Solar System."

"To tidy up that 'big fireball' that is usually too much of an eyesore."

"After all, I also find that thing too bright."

"It just so happens there are a lot of sunspots lately, so I'm thinking of putting sunglasses on it."

"Sunglasses?" Academician Chen Shuyin followed behind holding a display board, looking completely broken. "Are you sure you're not joking? That's a star! You want to put sunglasses on a star? Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy." Jiang Chen didn't even look back, his tone arrogant to the extreme.

"I just think that thing's light is too dazzling; it affects my sleep."

"Put a 'Dyson Sphere sunglasses' on the sun."

"This is something only I can pull off."

This sentence was broadcasted through the ship's amplification device.

In the detectors of those more advanced civilizations that once watched coldly from the darkness.

This voice.

And that crazy idea.

It was like an eternal lightning bolt, shattering the peace of the entire universe.

Never had a civilization dared to set its sights on a star.

And even less, a person.

Dared to say in front of the entire universe:

"I think the star is too bright, I want to put sunglasses on it."

This was simply—the most unreasonable arrogance in the history of cosmic civilization.

But Jiang Chen knew.

This was just a small beginning.

Because on the other side of that deeper, more magnificent starry sky, the real trouble, the truth named "The Rancher", was waiting for him.

If he didn't arm the Solar System to the teeth, if he couldn't even control the sun as he pleased.

Then what was there to talk about regarding a counterattack?

What was there to talk about—killing gods?

Jiang Chen walked into the engine room.

That ghostly blue radiance illuminated the both excited and cold smile on his face.

"Give me all the spirit stone energy."

He roared at the group of laborers who were working frantically:

"Tonight."

"I am going to put... the first piece of sun-shading sunglasses on this sun!"

In the command room, there was dead silence. The eyes of everyone looking at Jiang Chen were no longer filled with worship, but rather as if they were looking at a monster that was conducting dimensional strikes on the world.

But so what?

In this universe filled with the Dark Forest theory.

He was that biggest "cheat".

And his story was still continuing.

Accompanied by the blue light that pierced the sky, the warship warped again, disappearing into this star region that had been completely conquered.

At the end of that brilliant galaxy.

Waiting for him would be—a dimensional show... sufficient to shake the foundations of the universe!