185: Try to shape this universe into the way you want it to be.

"Holy! Sh*t!"

"Five aios?"

Xi Hai suddenly felt the world had become magical.

The last time he pulled five ships in a row was back when he had saved up five Guaranteed Boxes...

Suddenly, night lamp popped up a window—

[Information collection for "aio-class cruiser" complete. Existing technology can be used to reverse-engineer the pre-castrated blueprint.]

[Start reverse engineering?]

[Note: Reverse engineering time: 20 minutes]

Reverse engineering?

Is this the complete blueprint reverse engineering that night lamp mentioned before?

Great, great, great, it's finally here. If it hadn't appeared, he would have gotten used to dismantling and reassembling existing Warships.

Every time he wanted to open up unused areas of the ship, he would always run into something called a load-bearing wall—

Just like the southern cross he was using now. Although he had gained a large amount of aircraft storage space by opening up the cargo hold, it had simultaneously caused some damage to the hull's structural integrity.

Those non-removable core structural modules also caused a lot of inconvenience for maneuvering within the hangar.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about finding someone to design it himself, but right now he didn't even have professional engineers under his command, let alone designing Warships. He could barely manage to modify an aircraft.

In this regard, night lamp also indicated that it was powerless to help.

"Fine, then let's wait twenty minutes. Now..."

He looked at his 121 Technical Reserves, letting him see what treasures were in the Guaranteed Box.

...

Twenty minutes later—

"Eight FG300s. It's fine, just a little frost and snow."

"Opening more... two more. Fine, I bet the next one is a shoehorn,"

"Alright, guessed wrong, still 'Rich and Noble'. (FG300)"

"night lamp, why won't you give me the reverse-engineered original blueprint for the FG300?"

Looking at the eleven FG300 blueprints, Xi Hai silently opened night lamp, which was currently reverse-engineering the aio, and asked.

night lamp: "The FG300 is already the original blueprint,"

"As a mass-produced general-purpose starship, the FG300's greatest advantage is its huge modification redundancy and strong versatility,"

"What Pathfinders receive is its original design, but the FG300 is generally put into use after being modified on-site based on the usage scenario."

"It's just that the 'Wei Yang Covenant' prohibits Pathfinders from modifying contract Warships without authorization."

Xi Hai: 6

No wonder modifying the FG300 is the easiest thing—whether it's missiles, artillery, pulse cannons, or whatever else, as long as it fits in the 'Rich and Noble', it won't have any rejection reaction.

Xi Hai first exited, took a few deep breaths, and slightly calmed his mood.

Forget it, it's not worth getting angry at the game developer.

[aio-class cruiser, reverse engineering complete]

Just right, almost at the same time, night lamp finally emitted a prompt sound—it seems the aio-class reverse engineering was finished.

As soon as Xi Hai opened the reverse research interface, he saw a blue light.

The first thing that caught his eye was the ferocious bow of the ship.

A pitch-black muzzle seemed to be telling of its ability to dominate the battlefield and kill any duel.

And following that was the silver-white hull, which was divided into one main body and two split bodies.

On each of the two split bodies hung two muzzles...

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Wait, why are there muzzles on the aio's split hulls?

Xi Hai suddenly felt something was wrong and hurriedly opened the detailed interface of the Warship blueprint.

He took a look, and wow, incredible—how could the main weapon still be the Ray-style ion cannon?

It clearly stated on it— "Eternal Paradox - S35 - Type A" Curvature Oscillation System.

The attack principle of this thing is similar to a curvature cannon, which is to generate a linear curvature wave, and then through the form of spatial distortion, instantly distort and shatter everything the attack wave touches—

Holy crap, it's spatial damage, which is even more noble than energy damage.

And as for the secondary weapons, those were the "Ray MK-2 - AI * 720" heavy ion cannons that were originally installed on the bow. In addition, it was also equipped with two sets of "Supernova - White" cluster torpedoes.

Alright then, after looking at the original blueprint, Xi Hai took another look at the castrated version of the aio.

He had been wondering why two cannons that didn't look very big had to take up such a large main hull—it turned out that cannon wasn't a main gun at all; it was a castrated secondary gun!

It's just too damn dark.

Compared to this, the fact that he only weakened those aircraft he sold to the Empire by a little bit makes him look like a living saint.

In the bottom left corner, there was also a remark— "Because this type of weapon cannot be stopped or intercepted, and is extremely likely to cause friendly fire, it is recommended to place this type of Warship at the very front of the formation during combat."

Closing the detailed interface of the blueprint, Xi Hai suddenly became extremely interested—what did the Battlecruisers and aircraft carriers look like before they were weakened?

But thinking of his luck, which had been kissed by the game developer, he instantly abandoned this idea.

Forget it, anyway, this time he had already been given a complete version of the aio. The weapon technology on this alone was enough for him to use for a while—the Emperor and Storm also have bow gun slots, don't they?

When the time comes, he can directly configure the weapons according to actual combat needs, like a cheese sandwich, and beat the interstellar natives here into total idiots.

Closing the research (opening boxes) interface, Xi Hai took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

He pinched his nose and shook the chaotic thoughts in his brain away.

Once his mind cleared, Xi Hai subconsciously walked to the window and looked outside.

The perimeter of that megastructure was already emitting a faint blue light, and a large number of indicator lights were flashing on it, just like the breathing of a giant beast before waking up.

It's about time to go, he thought.

Continuing to look at the starry sky outside the window, he remembered his previous conversation with Keith.

Although he was persuading Keith to walk out of his depression at that time, wasn't he also persuading himself?

Just as he said, he was indeed an ordinary person.

In his past life, his family consisted of just a third-rate lawyer and a minor civil servant.

In high school, he studied art, but failed to get into university, barely managing to attend a vocational college.

After graduation, his work was just getting by, working as an ordinary waiter in a bar.

He had wanted to try the path of a stand-up comedian, but was banned due to political involvement.

Finally, he walked onto the road, unhappy, and was instantly "trucked" away.

And in this life, when he first arrived, he picked up trash for half a month, humble to the dust, just to survive.

He told Keith so many times that hope still existed, but to be honest, he himself was very confused.

Where on earth was hope?

He was able to reach his current position only by relying on night lamp, relying on the gifts from another world.

What role did he himself play?

Some of the bad habits from his past life came creeping back, trying to drag him back into the abyss of self-doubt.

He suddenly realized that all the examples he had cited before were achieved by relying on night lamp.

If there were no night lamp, that Slave Laborer uprising on Ursa Major V12.22 would have eventually been buried under the iron hooves of suppression;

If there were no night lamp, the Guardian Angel Legion of Tianjin Seat V89 would have eventually met its destruction while surrounded by enemies;

If there were no night lamp, the planet he was currently on would have only been reduced to dust after being slaughtered, and that megastructure outside would have eventually fallen into the hands of ambitious people, firing upon human civilization.

If there were no night lamp, Xi Hai would undoubtedly conclude—this world has no hope.

Suddenly, night lamp, which had never spoken on its own initiative, emitted an electronic voice:

"That is why I came."

"And you, do you still remember that you swore before me that you would become the Prometheus of the new era,"

"Turning this spark of heritage I brought into a raging fire that will ignite the old world."

"You also told Keith that you wanted to create a new world,"

"Do you remember?"

night lamp's voice interrupted Xi Hai's self-doubt and shattered his last trace of hesitation—

He remembered all the previous events and discovered that his hesitation at this moment was actually a false proposition:

He couldn't see hope?

No, no, no, if he really couldn't see it, he wouldn't be thinking so much.

Relying on night lamp, he could become a great warlord carving out a territory, or develop a megacorporation that controlled the destiny of thousands of humans.

In short—he could actually become one of the oppressors, utilizing and consolidating those man-eating rules, but he didn't.

When he was constantly worried about the perilous situation of humanity, when he felt such self-reproach and self-doubt on multiple occasions, when he chose, in a chuunibyou yet serious way, to bear the name of "Savior," didn't he already know where hope was—

He was kind, and he also believed that there would always be kind people.

This was where the hope he firmly believed in his heart lay.

"Yeah."

"I think I lived too stifled a life in my past life, to the point that I didn't even dare to be too reckless even in my dreams."

"But in fact, just like what I said to Keith,"

"Every struggle is meaningful, isn't it?"

"Since it has come to this, I have to change my thinking—"

"Then let's turn the vows I made into reality, starting from Tianjin Seat,"

"Go and change this universe into what I want it to be!"

Xi Hai looked out the window, clenched his hands tightly, and his eyes gradually sharpened.

The megastructure outside the window seemed to be responding to him, suddenly emitting an incomparably bright light.

The war beast from the second era, after ten thousand years, dragging its long-broken body, once again emitted its light to the universe, and a certain soul from another world, at this moment, truly completed its last bit of transformation.