335: With the arrival of peace, development is the only way forward!

"Beep—"

"Universe No. 9832 Status: [Hidden]."

"Security Rating: Absolutely Safe."

Looking at the green text on the screen, the atmosphere in the command room finally relaxed.

The "404 dimensional wall" spanning the void was like an insurmountable chasm, blocking all wars, prying eyes, and even the wrath of Divine Punishment.

Inside the wall, life was peaceful.

Outside the wall, floods raged.

"Hoo..."

Long Weiguo slumped in his chair, finally lighting the crumpled cigarette in his hand.

He took a deep breath, as if exhaling all the frustration of the past few years.

"Finally... I can get a good night's sleep."

"Sleep?"

Lu Chen sat at the command console, filing his nails with a nail file.

Hearing this, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Long Weiguo with a half-smile.

"Uncle Long, do you have some misunderstanding about the word 'peace'?"

"What?" Long Weiguo was startled. "The door is locked, can they still get in?"

"They can't get in."

Lu Chen blew the dust off his nails, stood up, and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, the chaotic ruins of the Slaughterhouse had now transformed into a bustling... **cosmic construction site**.

Countless Xingtian mechs, whose programs had been rewritten by heavenly craft, were dismantling the wreckage of Level 5 civilization battleships like diligent worker ants.

Giant furnaces roared day and night, spewing golden high-dimensional energy liquid.

"But we can't just retire here either."

Lu Chen pointed to the busy scene outside the window, his eyes sharp as knives.

"The current peace is bought with 'invisibility'."

"It's a temporary compromise."

"For true peace..."

Lu Chen clenched his fist abruptly, and a sonic boom echoed in the void.

"You must have a gun in your hand, and it must be bigger and stronger than the enemy's!"

"Develop!"

"Develop like crazy!"

"This is the absolute principle!"

...In the following days, the entire "Earth Federation High-Dimensional Office" entered a frantic **military expansion mode**.

If before, on Earth, it was like "crossing a river by feeling for stones".

Now, Lu Chen was "crossing a river by feeling the corpses of gods".

In the laboratory.

Su Qingying, with a group of top scientists, was troubled by a chip dismantled from an Executor's clone.

"The logic circuit of this thing is reversed!"

An old professor clutched his hair. "Its energy operates in a 'negative entropy' state; our physics formulas simply don't apply!"

"If it doesn't apply, change it!"

Su Qingying pushed up her glasses. At this moment, she was practically a replica of Lu Chen, exuding dominance.

"Since physics doesn't exist, we'll create new physics!"

"heavenly craft! Establish a 'High-Dimensional Physics Model'!"

"Import the genesis parameters from the pangu archive for me!"

"I refuse to believe that after dismantling so many divine statues, we can't figure out a broken chip!"

Three days later.

The first **"Negative Entropy Reactor"** successfully underwent trial operation.

Energy conversion rate: 100000%.

A fist-sized battery could power the spaceship name at full capacity for three hundred years!

...In the armory.

Ye Qingcang, shirtless, was wildly swinging a high-Dimensional Alloy hammer at an armor plate.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

With each strike, space would tremble slightly.

"Awesome! This is so damn awesome!"

The Old General's face was flushed red as he pointed at the newly forged armor plate and roared at the soldiers beside him:

"See? This is called 'Dimensional Alloy'!"

"Melted down the hulls of Level 5 civilization spacecraft, then mixed with our Keel Steel!"

"This single plate can withstand a Two-Dimensional Foil strike without deforming!"

"Mass produce it for me!"

"I want all one thousand of our Xingtian mechs to wear this turtle shell!"

"Next time I see that 'Divine Punishment', I'm going to withstand its beam and ride on its face to output damage!"

...Trade Zone.

This was the busiest place in the entire base.

Although the Slaughterhouse had closed down, due to the Earth Federation's "forceful takeover," it had become a haven for high-dimensional wanderers.

Wang Peng (Fatty) sat in what used to be the Big Boss's golden chair, clicking away on a calculator.

In front of him, various strange high-dimensional creatures lined up.

Some sold information, some sold labor, and some sold ancestral Black Technology.

"Fat Master! This is our clan's 'Space Folding Radar', it can scan half a starfield!"

A three-eyed alien said fawningly.

"Hmm, it'll do."

Wang Peng didn't even lift his eyelids. "Go over there and get two boxes of instant noodles, plus a bottle of Lao Gan Ma."

"Thank you, Fat Master! Fat Master is generous!"

The alien left, full of gratitude.

Gao Jianjun watched, dumbfounded.

"Fatty, you... you traded two boxes of instant noodles for their top-tier radar? You're a black-hearted merchant!"

"Black-hearted?"

Wang Peng rolled his eyes at him and slapped the calculator on the table.

"This is called 'cultural output', understand?"

"Now in this starfield, who doesn't know that Earth Federation instant noodles are hard currency?"

"Besides, we're providing them with shelter, what's wrong with collecting some protection fees?"

Wang Peng stood up, looking at the mountains of rare minerals and technological blueprints piled up in the warehouse, a smile unique to capitalists on his face.

"Brother Chen said."

"We're going to build this place into the largest 'Black Technology wholesale market' in the entire universe."

"Not only do we need to be strong ourselves, but we also need to arm all those small civilizations around us that are bullied by Asgard!"

"This is called... 'encircling the cities from the countryside'!"

...A month later.

Command room.

Lu Chen looked at the completely revamped fleet and nodded with satisfaction.

By this time, the spaceship name had undergone a complete transformation.

The hull was no longer its original black and gold, but flowed with a faint, chaotic light.

That was its ultimate form after integrating the "Dimensional Alloy" and the "Negative Entropy Reactor".

And around the battleship.

One thousand Xingtian mechs, tens of thousands of meters tall, stood solemnly in the void.

Their long halberds had been replaced with "Rule Battle Axes" capable of tearing dimensions.

Killing intent soared to the heavens.

"Commander Lu."

Ye Qingcang stepped forward and saluted, battle intent practically gushing from his eyes.

"The Divine Mechanism Guards has been reorganized."

"Equipment upgraded."

"All soldiers... are ready to depart at any time!"

"Very good."

Lu Chen stood up from his chair and walked to the giant star map.

On the star map now.

The large red area that once represented Asgard was still shocking.

But within that red area, a dazzling golden light spot had appeared.

That was them—the Earth Federation.

"We've had enough of peaceful days."

Lu Chen adjusted his collar and picked up the black "pangu project Sword" from the table.

"It's time to go out and stretch our muscles."

Su Qingying walked up to him and asked softly, "Where's the target this time?"

Lu Chen didn't speak.

He raised his hand, and the sword's edge traced a long arc across the star map.

Finally, it stopped at the closest, heavily guarded **High-Dimensional Resource Node**.

That was Asgard's "armory".

"Since we're going to develop."

"Just picking up scraps isn't enough, is it?"

Lu Chen turned his head, looking at everyone, a dangerously charming smile on his lips.

"We have to go..."

"Stock up."

"Fatty, did you bring enough sacks?"

Wang Peng patted his belly and chuckled:

"Brother Chen, don't worry, plenty!"

"Good then."

Lu Chen swirled his cloak and strode towards the hatch.

"Depart!"

"Tell that 'Divine Punishment'…"

"His nightmare..."

"Has upgraded!"