2: What? You mean wealth and prosperity have arrived?

(Forgot to mention, this book is exclusively sponsored by the great lord of ten thousand changes and God of Wisdom.)

...I'm going crazy, but business can't be delayed.

After a brief emotional outburst, Xi Hai directly called out to night lamp,

"night lamp, night lamp?"

"Here."

"Do yourComes with warships have crew?"

"Yes, each ship will be equipped with a standard number of clone operators and Marines."

"And the clones have an absolute loyalty thought imprint."

"Can I immediately retrieve three FG300s?"

"Yes."

"Alright, then... retrieve them somewhere outside of any detection range."

"Then have them sail this way,"

"to pick me up."

He didn't know the technological level of this place, nor did he understand the customs of this world, and he wasn't even sure where he was.

After three months of scavenging, he just wanted to return to civilization quickly—at least get to his own ship first.

"Okay, retrieved."

"Course locked."

"Departing."

"Estimated arrival time: one hour and twenty-four minutes later."

"Good, then let's wait, and let me see what functions you have."

Xi Hai got up, kicked away the trash under his butt, and sat down again.

He brought up night lamp's panel and began to study it.

At this moment, on the far side of a moderately sized asteroid,

a long, sinister spatial rift slowly opened, and three silver steel warships, trailing ethereal blue exhaust flames, slowly emerged.

The clone crew members on board quietly stood at their posts until—

"Command received."

"Moving to target area."

Instantly, those who had been silent just a second ago began their work in an orderly fashion.

Meanwhile, on the planet where Xi Hai was located, inside the external spaceport's reception station.

"Unregistered, unknown starship detected in Sector 62 ahead."

"Display flight path footage."

"Attempting to establish contact."

The three FG300s, suddenly appearing from behind a moving asteroid, were undoubtedly detected by the flight path monitor.

Looking at the small dots that suddenly appeared on the screen, the staff at the reception station were more or less puzzled.

No? Where did these unregistered starships come from? And three of them at once?

This is as ridiculous as a plane landing without notifying the control tower, isn't it?!

"Flight path footage displayed!"

As the screen lit up, the staff member in front of the console immediately grabbed his throat mic and loudly issued a notification,

"No? These are warships!"

Looking at the three turrets, two above and one below, installed on Fugui, the staff member swallowed.

"Why are there unregistered warships here?"

"Quick, quick, report, report! I'm sending a report to the Governor now!"

Hector, the station manager, who had been slacking off, immediately tensed up and stood straight when he heard the words "warship," then began loudly directing everyone present.

Due to his connections, he knew some inside information that others didn't!

Recently, a group of dangerous individuals had entered The Consortium's actual control zone via the void lanes.

No one knew if this group would suddenly appear and deliver a surprise.

Although The Consortium had not publicly disclosed this to the grassroots to maintain social stability, every military-related unit had raised its alert level to the highest.

It couldn't be that unlucky, could it? Right in his face?

"Continue to initiate contact with them!"

Looking at the approaching warships, cold sweat began to break out on Hector's face.

"Control Station One, immediately report to the Planetary Defense Department!"

"All personnel prepare for Class Two impact defense!"

"Enable flight path self-defense weapon authorization! Quickly!"

Suddenly, a few faint electronic sounds echoed from the central control panel's receiver, followed by a cold voice,

"Buzz... buzz..."

"Contact established."

"Our side requests docking."

"Repeat."

"Our side requests docking."

Hector, who was already standing, immediately reacted, grabbed the communicator, and cautiously replied:

"Please set ship weapons to locked status, adjust engine output to fifty percent power, proceed along the current flight path, shut down engines after forty minutes, and await tugboat traction into port."

"Instructions received."

Looking at the warships that had noticeably slowed down on the flight path, Hector breathed a sigh of relief.

If they weren't here to cause trouble, then it didn't matter.

However, the relaxed Hector thought for a moment and still sent the report to the Governor.

As for the three unfamiliar warships, let His Excellency the Governor decide.

They should be warships from some corporation, he thought.

Anyway, as long as they didn't attack him, the rest was none of his business.

But... looking at the configuration of these warships,

Tsk, an estimated length of 250 meters, three large turrets, they should be light destroyers.

The unknown model, combined with their sudden appearance, likely meant another company had deciphered new technology from archaeological findings.

Seriously, they gave him a fright.

Hector stroked his chin, considering how many credits such a warship could be worth.

Forget it, this wasn't something he should be thinking about.

Within the sphere of influence of the Claude Military-Political Consortium, private ownership of combat vessels above Frigates was not permitted.

Even companies registered with the Order Alliance were subject to strict control within The Consortium's actual control zones.

Thinking about such things was too meaningless; he should think about what to eat after work.

(Last clarification)

(The protagonist of this book adopts the persona of a Universal Mega-Corporation, following a space military route)

(If it's not to your taste, you can skip it)