57: One white and one black

(Chapter 55 error correction: 'extremely effective' -> 'extremely limited'. Already corrected.)

...Xi Hai only gave that contingency plan a quick look.

The countermeasures listed,

were nothing more than activating the Space Displacement Shield equipped by the Scientific Research Station for self-preservation,

and then bombing the location of the void with high-yield Void Energy Fission Bombs,

triggering a secondary collapse to close the void.

This was almost identical to the solution used in the second era that Baili Ying had previously told him about.

Therefore, for Xi Hai, who was currently on his way out,

this contingency plan was clearly less appealing than the 4,000 proxima centauri coin and the six boxes.

After leaving White Shark to organize the data,

Xi Hai took the Shuttle back to the Bridge, opened the night lamp panel,

clicked on Research, and started opening the boxes—

Encrypted Technical Archive, select, research!

"Destroyer Tech Value *1"

"Tech Value... Tech Value... Tech Value..."

"Technical Reserves... Technical Reserves... Technical Reserves..."

Six boxes yielded three Destroyer Tech Values and three frigate Tech Values.

(Tech Value: A consumable used in the setting to enhance Blueprint combat power, similar to experience levels.)

Fortunately, Xi Hai had expected this.

The drop rate was comparable to his infamous 'Painful' account back in the day.

Looking at the 4,000 proxima centauri coin, he opened the Trade Interface.

Four boxes of different designs appeared on the panel.

They were—

The looker stacked with technology—Jupiter Industry;

The unparalleled panel monster—Antonios;

The thick-skinned super tank—Norma Transport;

The highly polarized super mashup—never ending Comprehensive;

And the classic super gold-swallower—Guaranteed Blueprint Archive.

(Why four? Because Antonios' box looks exactly like the Guaranteed Box.)

night lamp had previously mentioned that it had unlocked permissions,

allowing Blueprints to be reverse-engineered and modified.

Since the restrictions were gone, he needed to think bigger.

Xi Hai had reason to speculate that

the weapons and technology on individual Warships could be extracted separately.

If that was the case,

then he should prioritize opening the Jupiter and Antonios boxes.

Encrypted Technical Archive 2.0 - Antonios, Nine-in-One (2,660), purchase;

Encrypted Technical Archive 2.0 - Jupiter Industry, Three-in-One (888), purchase,

and grab a half-price Jupiter box (150) while he was at it.

Immediately, only 302 proxima centauri coin remained.

Xi Hai returned the interface to the box-opening screen.

Three boxes lay silently on the track.

"As the saying goes,"

"Chen Daozai won 37 million with 20 yuan back then,"

"I have 4,000 proxima centauri coin now,"

"I might just gamble my way into a Big Ship!"

"Three boxes are enough!"

"Come on! Show me your drop rate!"

The Nine-in-One box was dragged into the Research Slot.

A flash of white light appeared, and a Tree Diagram unfolded on the screen—

"Destroyer Tech Value *1"

"frigate Tech Value *7"

"Corvette Tech Value *1"

"..."

"I don't believe it,"

"I must not be awake yet."

Looking at the 9 extra Technical Reservess (White Dots),

Xi Hai's expression turned ferocious.

His gambler's gaze turned toward the Jupiter Industry Three-in-One.

"I refuse to believe it!"

"Reverse the situation!"

"Open!"

—"frigate Tech Value *3"

"..."

He felt like his whole body was about to explode.

Just how low did these boxes set the Warship drop rate?

Then he remembered,

the drop rate for these boxes,

seemed to be set by a higher-dimensional entity named "Gangyi" (likely a game)?

"Damn You, Gangyi."

Xi Hai cursed,

then his gaze locked onto the last box.

"There's still one Jupiter box left."

"I'm really begging you."

As soon as he finished speaking,

from the box dragged into the Research Slot,

a blue light flashed,

and the projection of a Goliath Ship filled the screen:

A silver-white streamlined hull, a wedge-shaped body,

the fierce Bow Cannon gleamed coldly,

echoing the dense Missile Slots.

"Nature never exists because it pursues eternity; it is eternal precisely for this reason."

That's right, it was her—

representing the pinnacle of Jupiter Industry' technology,

the vessel symbolizing its past, present, and future,

the "eternal storm" class Attack Battlecruiser!

"Holy cow!"

"It's Miss Storm!"

The most beautiful Battlecruiser!

Having finally dropped from the last box,

Xi Hai finally breathed a sigh of relief—

Thank goodness,

he hadn't lost everything.

He glanced at the Technical Reserves.

Combined with the 12 he just got,

he had accumulated 26,

enough to open a Guaranteed Box.

Xi Hai looked at the eternal storm on the screen again.

After a slight hesitation,

Hmm!

Strike while the iron is hot, while the luck is still with him!

Time to gamble!

Exchange, open.

The Guaranteed Box, which looked exactly like the Antonios Archive Box, opened.

A pitch-black hull appeared, spanning the center of the screen.

Its length of 1,523 meters seemed to silently and loudly proclaim a war slogan at all times.

To commemorate the achievements of the corporation's founder, the Antonios Consortium

named this colossal ship during the 100th Shareholders' Meeting—

the “new constantine the great” class Comprehensive Battlecruiser.

At this moment,

Xi Hai again had the illusion that he hadn't woken up yet.

It wasn't until he tremblingly opened his Blueprint Library

that two massive Blueprints instantly appeared, occupying the entire screen.

Only then did his heart finally settle,

followed immediately by immense joy.

With a trembling hand, he clicked on the new constantine the great's Blueprint.

Instantly, the extreme stats,

made Xi Hai feel completely energized... Wait a minute? What is this on the side?

Add Module? Blueprint Modification?

He opened it.

This, this, this... Additional Energy Module? Carrier Module?

Close-Range Anti-Air System? Key Protection System?

This!

The sudden surprise made his pupils dilate in shock—

Full Modules!

Xi Hai quickly checked the other eternal storm Blueprint.

Nanliang Compensating Armor? "Thunderstorm" Drone Shield System?

It also had Full Modules!

These were Battlecruisers with Max Modules!

If one had bad luck,

and didn't spend money,

then a Lagrange Player would basically never get their hands on something like this!

"night lamp, are the Battlecruiser Blueprints Full Module?"

Xi Hai quickly exited the screen,

loudly calling night lamp in his mind.

"The Warships in the archives are inherently Full Module,"

"It's just that every time someone resolves Blueprint Data from the Encrypted Technical Archive,"

"according to the Restriction Protocol, after obtaining the Main Blueprint,"

"the Archive Encryption Code randomly selects and issues one module each time,"

"and the Blueprints for the other modules are automatically deleted."

"..."

Xi Hai was shocked again,

but this time, the target of his shock was not night lamp, but—

"Damn You, Gangyi!!!!"

"How many Blueprints did you swallow?!?"

...In the Kuiper Belt near the Void Channel entrance of Ursa Major V12.22,

the remnants of the "Saint" fleet.

The remaining five Warships were in extremely poor condition after exiting the Gravity Conduit.

Fuel leaks, main armor belt detachment, keel deformation, multi-compartment depressurization, communication device failure, steering gear lock... various strange damage names were listed in the Damage Control Report, almost filling the entire screen.

Salman sighed helplessly, looking at the terrible data in those reports—

Their attack triggered a super-large-scale Void Turbulence,

and now the External Star Marker Connection Gate at the Void Channel entrance was completely inaccessible.

They had no choice but to plan for the second-best option,

which was to go to the Space City near the entrance to repair their Warships.

However, before they even entered the space station's communication range,

a fleet claiming to be the Cloud Consortium Cosmic Army

forcefully announced on the public channel that the entire Space City was being requisitioned and placed under Military Control.

Seeing this communication,

their hearts sank halfway.

If they went to the space station, they would definitely be arrested on the spot—

The "Saint" Organization, within the Order Alliance,

was an entity wanted by most regimes.

Their reputation was no different from that of Star Pirates, or perhaps even worse—

at least Star Pirates didn't carry out Suicide Attacks.

Nowadays, if a normal person encountered someone in a wide white robe carrying a black bag,

they would very humanely leave a ten-meter radius around him.

He had previously been certain that the Cloud Consortium would not violate the treaty prohibiting combat near a star marker,

because normally,

Stargate Security was not handled by the Cosmic Army.

But once the Cosmic Army intervened,

the situation was suddenly different—

They were the source maintaining the rule of all human regimes,

the purest Institution of Violence in the world.

Expecting them to abide by treaties?

No, the relationship between the Cosmic Army and treaties

was that whatever was signed on the treaty had to be approved by the Cosmic Army.

Fighting an enemy who holds the final interpretation rights over the rules with the rules themselves?

They would just say you fired first, and they had to eliminate you to protect the star marker.

Where would you go to explain yourself?

By then, you'd probably already be ground meat.

So now,

they resumed their familiar Routine—

hugging Asteroids.

Salman irritably closed his Tablet and looked aside.

Samir stood before the Central Console, silently praying.

A bag of golden fine sand rested on the console.

After praying, he untied the bag of fine sand, grabbed a handful,

and scattered it into the air.

Before long, it dispersed without a trace.

"Samir,"

"How much holy sand is left?"

Only after watching his actions almost fully conclude

did Salman speak up and call him.

Samir turned his head and shrugged.

"The Warships are in terrible shape,"

"We used two boxes just on the deformed keel sections."

"As for now... this bag I have here is probably the last of it."

"Hmm..."

"..."

The two men looked at each other in silence.

Suddenly,

a loud shout broke the silence—

The guy who had switched from Radar Operator to Lookout suddenly raised the Optical Identification Instrument in his hand.

"Three o'clock direction, below,"

"Unknown abnormal light detected!"

"Optical ranging calculation result!"

"120,000 kilometers!" (Approximately 1/3 of the Earth-Moon distance)

...(D*** it, the author is really angry.)

(This season, after using a double set,)

(only one southern cross dropped.)