Luna underwent a transformation after being struck by the Federation.
After obtaining the spirit information, she continued to ponder whether it was merely a simple weapon.
However, despite spending considerable time within the base, she hadn't found any trace of the spirit; she'd been waiting for it to appear and capture it.
Luna was certain the spirit had a purpose.
The beginning was too vague.
A soldier's corpse, without any introduction.
Where did he discover the spirit?
How did he know everything about it?
There was a glaring omission: how to use the spirit.
If someone discovers an unknown civilization's relic, they would certainly need to invest significant effort in studying its usage.
How long did Multi-eyed take to master some of the Light-based civilization's technology after discovering its relics?
How did that soldier obtain the spirit and its usage instructions?
This was like a wish-fulfillment fantasy novel. A system falls from the sky, and the protagonist accepts it unconditionally without questioning its origin.
Luna discovered the flaw and began her practical application.
Slowly retreating from Simali, she suddenly thought of something.
"The underground battlefield!"
"The underground battlefield's origins trace back to a previous raid."
"We used information warfare to disrupt communications, achieving a victory over the Federation."
"After that, other headquarters learned this information warfare tactic, gradually leading to a global communication blackout. After a major war and several decades of silence, the underground battlefield opened."
"That was the root of everything."
"So your goal from the beginning was this?"
An improbable thought flashed through his mind.
Luna had plotted from the outset to create a global information blackout, aiming to find the spirit or influence its judgment.
But many crucial pieces of evidence were missing from her perspective.
Luna shook her head: "You're probably thinking, 'How could she possibly find the spirit?'"
Hearing this, Simali visibly relaxed.
If that were true, Luna would be incredibly cunning.
But Luna continued: "The spirit comes from a high-level civilization. Such a simple method couldn't influence it."
"My initial goal was to escalate the war and then wait for the spirit to reappear."
"But after several hundred years, the spirit showed no sign of appearing. Then I thought, if the spirit is an intelligent entity, it probably observed everything I did."
"I realized that my very existence was the reason for its absence."
"I began to consider how it was observing me. Everything here is under my control."
"If it's in a place I can't see, then its observation of me might be limited."
"Then I accelerated the Federation's attack."
"The Federation, upon receiving interplanetary battlefield information, would launch a rapid offensive once the Star Nation alliance began to decline."
"And the Star Nation alliance, upon receiving intelligence of the Federation's impending large-scale attack, would temporarily refrain from deploying troops to Planet E."
"It wasn't a difficult plan; it was all about obscuring the spirit's vision."
"This is just one of many plans I have. I didn't put all my eggs in one basket; I have plenty of time to wait for its appearance."
But Luna hadn't anticipated things being this simple.
As she'd suspected, the spirit's observation of her was limited.
The spirit knew it couldn't reveal itself to Luna, given her unusually high authority within the base.
It didn't know if Luna was truly dead or faking it. The Federation's advance forced its appearance.
It was intelligent, with a purpose. If the Federation won, it would have to remain hidden for a longer period.
It didn't have any hope for a lucky break.
It had to emerge.
As a three-dimensional object hiding in a higher-dimensional space, it was bound to become unstable.
The spirit's frequent appearances, its photon emissions, were evidence of this. Faced with a long wait, it needed to prioritize its mission.
Luna didn't know if the spirit was thinking this way; it was her deduction.
She hypothesized that the spirit was intelligent and based her plan on how an intelligent entity might act.
After all, if the spirit wasn't intelligent, all her plans were meaningless.
Simali, having relaxed, tensed up again after hearing Luna's words.
He stared at Luna.
"Who are you, really?"
"To deceive both the Federation and the Star Nation alliance requires extremely high authority."
Simali's tone had changed.
Luna looked at him and said, "That question should be directed at you."
"Where do you come from?"
She was addressing the spirit.
The spirit was controlling Simali.
The spirit didn't answer, but Luna already knew the answer.
"Feigning ignorance is sometimes a good tactic, but not now."
"Your presence here must be after the opening of the battlefield. Theoretically, you come from a civilization that has been observing humanity."
"You have a plan, something you want to do."
"You can't contact your civilization; they trust you implicitly, believing you can accomplish everything. They also fear that your communication will be discovered."
"This proves your civilization isn't as powerful as we might think; at most, it's slightly stronger than the current Federation."
"You're not in the galactic core but in the outer layers."
This was an unknown civilization.
Luna had never encountered them before.
They silently infiltrated the Federation, planning a full-scale invasion.
Suspiciously, this civilization didn't seem to fear the high-level civilizations within the galactic core.
"It seems you've gathered enough information, yet you remain before me, apparently seeking another death."
"This battlefield is truly uninteresting. I've been here for so long without making any progress."
"Let's just destroy everything here, bury it all."
The spirit spoke.
Then, the spirits surrounding Simali began to converge on him, transferring energy to that point. More and more spirits appeared.
"Bury…?"
"So you have a way to know that I haven't leaked your existence."
"Interesting!"
Luna, without any sign of panic, looked at the spirits, her gaze like that of someone studying an artifact.
This entity's intelligence was higher than she'd initially imagined; it might contain a lifeform or powerful machinery.
But it didn't matter to her what it was.
The spirit didn't respond to Luna but instead launched all its energy at her.
The other soldiers were completely bewildered.
They had no idea what was happening.
The conversation between the two women was shrouded in mystery.
Was this a plan?
Who was their enemy?
Luna seemed to be from the Federation, but Simali didn't look trustworthy either.
These soldiers were in turmoil.
Even when the spirits attacked Luna—they couldn't see the spirits themselves, only the invisible attacks—they still didn't realize that Simali was no longer the original Simali.
Facing the spirit's attack, Luna sighed at them.
Were these soldiers stupid?
No, in this era, everyone was highly intelligent.
But intelligence didn't mean everything.
Even Einstein didn't know everything at the age of 18.
A lifeform, or any intelligent entity, needs information to function.
1 + 1 = 2. First, you need to know what the numbers 1 and 2 are, what "+" means, and what "=" means. Only then can you understand this simplest equation.
These soldiers knew too little.
This led to their current confusion.
And it would lead to their inevitable deaths.
Luna wished for their survival, but it was impossible.
The spirit wouldn't let them live.
And neither would she.
The survivors would spread information; this information would be detrimental to both the spirit and Luna.
The civilization behind the spirit would know its plan had failed. Even if they erased the memories of these individuals, the other side might assume the spirit's plan had failed and that someone who knew everything was responsible, leading to further investigation.
The only way to conceal everything was to destroy everything here.
To make it look like a planetary annihilation event.
As Luna calculated, the spirit surged into her body, frantically consuming everything within.
At that moment, Luna released her control over the Metacellular.
And detonated herself.
Countless flesh fragments flew outward, absorbing matter wherever they landed.
Soil, metal, machinery, even life.
The soldiers' mecha, their outer armor, were devoured by the Metacellular, which then infiltrated the mechas, consuming their flesh.
"Aaaaaah!"
Tumors began to grow on the soldiers' bodies.
These tumors developed bones, muscles, organs, skin, hair, and facial features.
After consuming an entire person, a new Luna was created.
This new Luna inherited the soldier's original mecha, auxiliary brain, and quark robot.
The scene was terrifying.
The spirits pursued Luna's flesh, continuing to devour it.
For a moment, the growth rate of Luna's Metacellular was suppressed by the spirits.
The Metacellular dwindled.
But Luna didn't care.
Seeing Luna's calm expression, the spirit immediately understood her actions.
"You're still consuming even while facing me."
Luna had left Metacellular cells in other locations.
Everything here was inconsequential; it was merely a way to delay the spirits.
"You are clever. This makes me even more curious about your civilization."
"What are you plotting?"
"Of course, you won't answer, but I will find out."
Thousands of Lunas spoke simultaneously.
Then, one by one, they fell.
At that moment, the spirit looked towards the ground; the soil had transformed into a sea of flesh.
"What in the world…?" The spirit couldn't leave its host's body; it needed a living host to sense the outside world.
With its host's body, it quickly fled the base, heading underground.
Emerging from the base's ground-level entrance, the spirit saw Planet E crumbling.
Countless Lunas emerged from the ground, facing it.
"Give it up. You can't leave here."
At that moment, from outer space, an electromagnetic cannon blast struck the host body, obliterating Simali.
The spirit's coordinates remained fixed at that point.
Luna no longer paid attention to those coordinates; her vision wasn't a surveillance device capable of observing everything.
But she was certain those coordinates would remain fixed.
It required energy, and the spirit itself had none.
Perhaps she was being arrogant.
She didn't fully understand the spirit's nature.
Or rather, she didn't know for sure.
Luna felt a burning sensation within her body, an immense pressure building up to a point where she'd lost all feeling; the pressure was unbearable.
Even more terrifying than the pressure was the Metacellular's growth rate.
In just a few hours, it had devoured the entire Planet E.
Using her authority, she learned that some people were still clinging to precarious niches within her body.
Their survival spaces were shrinking; the Metacellular was closing in.
"I must be more terrifying than a demon of Hell now."
Luna had once contemplated the Metacellular's horror, but only after truly devouring a planet did she realize how conservative her previous estimations had been.
This thing was absolutely forbidden.
She was now among the top few entities within all of the Federation's supreme gene pools.
She was ranked among the top few, not first, because Luna knew that several other entities within the supreme gene pools were as terrifying as the Metacellular.
After confirming through her authority that all life on Planet E had been eradicated, Luna waited for her own demise.
With no more matter to consume, the Metacellular rapidly decayed.
This decay was swift; all the Metacellular perished simultaneously.
Planet E instantly became a silent, black sphere. On its surface, only a fleshy cocoon remained. The cocoon burst open, revealing Luna's naked body.
Her body was quickly encased in her mecha, then ascended into the sky.
Luna stopped at the coordinate point and used electromagnetic cannons to maintain its position.
Then she had other cannons begin bombarding Planet E's surface.
The entire planet was now composed of the remnants of the deceased Metacellular—essentially basic carbon material.
Planet E had become a carbon planet; a large quantity of diamonds likely formed in its core.
Luna's bombardment was merely a camouflage.
The coordinates would remain here forever. As long as it didn't transmit information, the events here would remain hidden for a long time.
Luna didn't intend to destroy the coordinates.
She knew this was certainly not a unique coordinate; destroying it was pointless.
After completing all this, Luna looked towards nearby Planet F.
The war continued.
But they had lost a battlefield and 200,000 soldiers.
She moved towards Planet F, intending to quickly end the war there and then leave.
She already had her next objective.
To find new coordinates!
...
Ayla listlessly gazed into the deep cosmos.
The deep space appeared remarkably clean, with few stars visible.
Since the outbreak of the dimensional war, Ayla had observed the stars within the Milky Way's core dimming one by one.
While some were destroyed, the overall effect was an instant, uniform darkness.
Information from that area was distorted and obscured.
But not entirely.
Using standard shortwave observation, a glittering cosmos, ancient and unchanging, could still be seen.
Ayla discovered this while studying the Light-based civilization.
The Light-based civilization constantly emitted waves into the Milky Way. Beyond their exploration function, these waves primarily altered the Milky Way civilizations' perception of the external universe.
After this discovery, Ayla began to question the Big Bang theory.
If the cosmos was created, then its expansion could also be artificial.
This artificiality was relatively simple.
Even the Federation couldn't explore distant extragalactic systems using known technology. The stars in those galaxies were at most a few pixels in observational assessments; no additional information could be gleaned.
The Federation connected all its sectors into a massive telescope, focusing the light from distant stars to simulate images of a few hundred or thousand pixels.
The cosmos's creation seemed like a child randomly wielding a brush, dipping it in ink, and splashing it onto paper.
Countless inkblots on white paper left behind points of brushstrokes.
That was outside the Milky Way.
The Milky Way's core was similar.
A long time ago, artificial illusions were created within the core to deceive external civilizations.
Such a powerful civilization would leave numerous traces in the cosmos. The Federation had never detected any signs of civilization within the core until the star voiding event and the appearance of the Connecter Civilization.
The true map of the Milky Way was finally revealed to the Federation.
The Federation had anticipated the artificiality of the core's emptiness.
The Milky Way was too quiet.
From the Federation's previous observations, the Milky Way shouldn't have been so empty; at least one unimaginably powerful civilization should have existed.
This viewpoint was raised during the Holy Grail project. Luna and Ayla had discussed this question then, but reached no conclusion.
At that time, their technology was far less advanced.
Any speculation was based on their understanding of human civilization's science and technology.
Now, Ayla could perceive the nature of the galaxy.
She had removed most of the interference and saw the "true" cosmos.
The reason for the quotation marks around "true" is that this deception wasn't about adding stars to the cosmos, but about manipulating the light polarization of existing stars.
For example, a red dwarf star might be disguised as a red giant, or a white dwarf as a blue dwarf.
This phenomenon was widespread throughout the cosmos.
Ayla only saw the portion of the cosmos where these artificially colored stars were obscuring the true ones.
These artificial stars lacked unique shortwave signatures.
The artificiality had to blend with some truth to appear less deceptive.
Of course, Ayla only felt those stars were more "real"; they might have been another form of deception.
Much was obscured.
To obtain the complete truth, the Federation had to set foot there.
"This is still a long journey, Luna."
The Federation, over 200,000 years old, had only occupied a tiny fraction of the cosmos within the Milky Way.
Not to mention the advanced civilizations within the core, or even those from other dimensional spaces.
This region of the universe was vast.
Ayla didn't know what state the Federation would ultimately reach.
She didn't consider these things.
Because she knew where her own end lay.
Ayla withdrew her gaze from the deep cosmos and looked towards her dimensional gateway observation station. Inside a chamber, a body floated in nutrient fluid.
That was her body.
Since her first body, Ayla had made countless modifications, making it increasingly perfect.
But it was also a form of self-torture.
She had never once transferred her consciousness into that body.
Because of fear!
She feared the changes it might bring, changes she couldn't comprehend.
It had implanted countless robotic minds into human bodies and observed that they underwent no significant changes.
Yet, it felt intense fear.
Each attempt to transfer its consciousness into that body felt like sinking into a dark, inescapable swamp.
Sometimes it felt that being human wasn't all that advantageous.
Without Luna by its side, Ayla felt an unprecedented loneliness.
This loneliness made her feel increasingly like a living being, even though she wasn't.
Recently, she added a new research item:
The nature of life. What is life?
The essence of life is atoms arranged to form a living being. Why can't machines be considered life?
The concept itself is not a matter of definition.
There are also differences in the thought processes of machines and living beings.
Ayla had the illusion that she should be as she is now, yet not be as she is now.
Everything about her current state was based on simulated information, not reality.
But if the simulation is sufficiently realistic, what's the difference from reality?
These were all topics of her research.
She hadn't found the answers yet.
A message appeared before Ayla.
It came from within the observation station.
A considerable amount of time had passed since the dimensional gateway's true form had been discovered and the Swarm had been sent in.
Ayla then formulated a new plan.
They would now prioritize advancing into the four-dimensional world, relegating dimensional gateway research to secondary importance.
She ordered the Federation to increase warship production and establish a dimensional warfare fleet.
The initial plan for the dimensional fleet was 100,000 basic warships, 100 sub-planet-class warships, and 5 planet-class warships.
After the dimensional gateway stabilized and entry was achieved, the fleet would launch.
Ayla didn't know the outcome of the launch.
But the Federation had to launch, to seize the initiative.
This dimensional fleet would use sheer numbers to probe the four-dimensional space and relay information back.
Ayla considered many plans and finally chose the one least practical, yet also the most stable.
[Dimensional Gateway Bridge is nearing completion]
[The Swarm has commenced construction; the wormhole is expected to be completed soon. Theoretically, this plan is now feasible.]
Wormhole.
This wasn't a wormhole in the usual spatial sense.
But a literal "wormhole."
The dimensional wormhole plan was audacious.
The plan aimed to construct a nest within the dimensional gateway.
This was incredibly bold.
The harsh environment within the dimensional gateway made the plan seem impossible.
Everyone questioned the plan's feasibility.
But the plan's creator asked, "Why is it impossible?"
Then he revealed his complete plan, shocking everyone.
This wasn't a haphazard idea, but based on a foundation.
He called it the Dimensional Bridge.
The Dimensional Bridge wasn't a literal bridge, but a metaphor.
It was incredibly delicate, establishing a connection between two points in space.
It utilized anomalous liquid metal.
Anomalous liquid metal can resist gravitational forces; the stronger the gravity, the stronger it becomes.
However, there's no gravity within the dimensional gateway, only spatial displacement.
And space ignores everything; the anomalous liquid metal would be warped by spatial shear.
To execute this plan, another element was required.
Outside the dimensional observation station, a massive star was emitting intense ion flows.
Precisely.
A star.
Ayla had transported a star there.
The star's initial appearance destabilized the dimensional gateway because its immense density generated gravitational forces that affected space, even putting pressure on the black hole.
By observing the star's influence, Ayla finally measured the true size of the black hole within the dimensional gateway.
The answer was astonishing.
Its mass was only 2 to 4 solar masses.
This wasn't a large black hole but a small, baby black hole.
However, its apparent size from previous measurements was much larger.
This black hole might have unusual properties.
It might not even be a black hole at all.
Ayla couldn't determine this.
The physical laws and spatial dimensions within the dimensional gateway might differ from those of three-dimensional space.
After all, it was located at the interface between three and four dimensions.
The small size of the black hole was advantageous, meaning its gravitational pull wouldn't be too strong.
The plan was to have the black hole absorb the star's energy, directing a portion of that energy into the dimensional gateway.
This energy, once inside the dimensional gateway, would fill it with matter.
This matter itself would create gravitational forces within the dimensional gateway.
The originally chaotic space would be connected by these forces, preventing severe fracturing.
The only problem was that a single mistake could collapse the dimensional gateway.
Therefore, they needed extremely precise calculations.
They needed to determine the critical mass.
And now, in the year 220479 AD, over 3000 years had passed since the destruction of Planet E.
Finally, they were seeing results.
Ayla contacted the plan's creator, Siqi.
He was unremarkable, having visited the dimensional observation station three times.
In the first two visits, he hadn't made any significant contributions to dimensional research.
There were many such individuals.
Ayla hadn't paid him any attention.
She needed to focus her efforts on scholars with existing plans.
This might be one reason why Ayla overlooked him.
Even if Ayla had noticed him earlier, the outcome would have been the same.
At that time, he was researching the dimensional bridge, a non-mainstream, almost fringe area of study.
Because no one knew the state of the dimensional gateway then, what use would such a dimensional bridge be?
I tell you a chest contains an animal. While most people are wondering what animal it is, you've already begun preparing food.
You prepare cabbages, while others prepare pork, eggs, carrots, and so on.
Then everyone opens the chest.
It contains a rabbit.
Your cabbages are perfect for the rabbit.
That's the situation; Siqi didn't see through everything, but he happened to guess correctly.
But guessing correctly doesn't mean Siqi's abilities are low, just that his direction was different.
You wouldn't ask a botanist to study animals.
Spatial dimensional studies have many branches; Siqi's studies led him to this.
"After the successful construction of the dimensional bridge, we need to quickly establish the wormhole itself."
Siqi spoke directly after seeing Ayla.
He valued this opportunity greatly.
If successful, he would be a prominent figure in human history.
Of course, he didn't care much about what happened after his death.
Ayla had studied him; like many scholars, he was planning to leave the Federation.
The reason he remained in the Federation was the superior research equipment and environment.
But the lifespan limit remained a point of contention.
Siqi hoped to achieve renown before leaving the Federation, giving him leverage in other star nations. Everyone would want him.
"I'm as pleased as you are about the Bridge's completion."
"But the wormhole construction can't be rushed. Before that, I think we should conduct several more tests."
"The Bridge's stability is only theoretical; that's far from enough."
Even at this stage, Ayla had no intention of accelerating the dimensional gateway construction.
She needed to be meticulous.
Any mistake could derail the entire plan.
No one wanted to see that happen.
"What tests do you propose? They're within the dimensional gateway; any tests could affect the Bridge's stability."
"A Bridge collapse could be caused by the tests themselves; I think further testing is unnecessary; we won't gain any useful information."
Siqi dared to contradict Ayla because he considered himself the core of this plan.
And Ayla's understanding of the plan was inferior to his.
He saw this as an academic debate, not an act of insubordination.
In the Federation, scholars truly wielded such power.
Ayla shook her head.
"The tests must be practical. If the tests fail, any accidents after construction could cause the entire investment to be wasted."
"Testing is necessary."
"Wormhole construction should be delayed by 500 to 1000 years."
"You're the plan's creator; I trust your understanding of the Bridge surpasses mine. Therefore, I'm here to ask you to devise some tests."
A masterful move.
Not only was she rejecting Siqi, but she was also making him work for her.
Siqi was momentarily stunned by Ayla's dominance.
He wondered if she was delusional.
But Ayla quickly added a casual remark.
"I can easily have you removed from the observation station!"
That was the kind of power Ayla wielded within the observation station.
Siqi watched Ayla disappear, his body trembling slightly.
He felt a surge of suppressed anger.
But he was used to suppressing his emotions.
With the Federation's expansion slowing, the rapidly increasing population led to a surge in the number of scholars.
With more scholars, competition intensified.
Even for a four-star scholar like him, the top scholars on the ranking list were constantly changing, creating immense pressure.
To reach the top, one had to do more than just research.
Siqi's arrival here wasn't solely due to his superior technical skills; it also involved leveraging connections.
This was the outermost edge of spatial research.
If he could gild his resume here, he could go to any star nation outside the Federation and become a sought-after expert.
Those star nations were undoubtedly poor, perhaps unable to even afford a single research laboratory.
But Siqi didn't care about that.
He wanted status.
With status came continuous wealth.
Even if the wealth wasn't substantial, the star nations offered immortality.
He only needed to invest time to gain everything.
He wasn't alone in this thinking.
Many at this observation station harbored similar ambitions.
But he was the luckiest.
It was simply because his own knowledge wasn't extensive enough that he'd researched other topics.
Unexpectedly, this topic yielded results.
He naturally wouldn't abandon this opportunity.
So now, he had to endure, following Ayla's instructions.
He returned to his research lab.
Several others were present—over ten.
They were recruited after his research presentation.
He didn't particularly value their abilities; everyone here had similar ambitions.
After leaving, he could take these people with him, instead of being alone.
Even those who entered this laboratory through connections weren't insignificant.
At least, within this star system, they were top-tier in spatial research.
There were many scholars, but the standards for scholarly assessment were rigorous.
Most were low-level one-star scholars; the higher the rank, the fewer the number.
Four-star scholars were renowned within the Federation.
The only incentive for four-star scholars to strive for higher ranks was the need to achieve great accomplishments.
However, achieving significant results in the Federation's environment was extremely difficult, requiring massive funding.
Trillions, even tens of trillions, of credits could be wasted.
Although ranked scholars received relatively low benefits, it didn't mean they lacked access to funds.
Many super-corporations would invite ranked scholars to become their chief scientists.
They would spend tens or hundreds of trillions of credits on these scholars.
That's a vast fortune.
Small star nations selling themselves might not even have that much money.
Take the Rusty star nation, for example. The Rusty star nation, which owns Supernova Technology, has a total value of only one quadrillion credits—this isn't an estimated value, but a real market price.
Acquisitions of star nations weren't unheard of in human civilization.
Most involved small star nations worth trillions or tens of trillions of energy credits.
If Siqi wanted to leave, he needed to join a larger star nation.
A small star nation might be destroyed within a few hundred years, making it pointless.
Due to the war between the Federation and the Twenty-Eight Nations Covenant, and the Federation's extensive exploration of the surrounding sectors, star nations were proliferating.
The Federation had already recorded over 100,000 star nations.
This number was increasing rapidly, at an accelerating pace. Ayla predicted that the number of star nations would double within 10,000 years.
Siqi entered the research lab and tapped the metal table.
"Let's temporarily halt the main plan."
"We'll focus on developing test protocols first."
His words surprised the dozens of scholars; this was unlike Siqi's previous statements.
"What's wrong?"
"If we conduct tests, it will delay us significantly. The tests themselves could destabilize the bridge; if it collapses, it will take thousands of years to rebuild."
"That's a waste of time!"
"Dimensional warfare is a battle for every second."
The scholars expressed strong dissatisfaction with Siqi's change of attitude.
Siqi shook his head: "This isn't my decision. If you want to change it, you'd better discuss it with her."
"I thought she was a rational scholar, but that's clearly not the case."
"She's too conservative. Dimensional research should be more progressive, not cautious and stagnant."
He didn't want to bear the brunt of their anger.
"Let's do it!"
"Time will prove us right."
"I don't understand. Scholars change every year; why is she still in that position?"
Siqi was manipulating their emotions.
He knew how he would react in this situation, so he believed that some of these scholars shared his sentiments.
This was about subtly introducing flaws into the plan.
If the bridge failed, they could shift the blame to the person who suggested this approach.
Scholars were simply people with extensive knowledge, suited for research.
That didn't mean they were good people.
After speaking, Siqi entered his research lab.
While called a research lab, as a spatial scholar, his research was abstract, not concrete. Therefore, there were no experimental materials or equipment.
Only a chair and a desk.
After sitting down, he connected to the mothership's main server. Inside the server was a space filled with data.
Countless data points floated around him.
Whenever he wanted a piece of data, it would fly towards him.
After reviewing several data sets, Siqi began using the server's computing power to run simulations.
The simulation aimed to determine whether particle bombardment on the dimensional gateway would affect the Dimensional Bridge's stability.
He had proposed this plan.
Therefore, he knew precisely what could most likely cause the Dimensional Bridge's collapse.
It wasn't a problem within the dimensional gateway itself.
Nor was it a problem with the plan.
It was the enemy on the other side of the gateway.
The enemy would undoubtedly try to destabilize the gateway; the Dimensional Bridge could be destroyed by their interference.
While Siqi wanted to leave, he was also a competent scholar.
He quickly entered a state of focused research.
He considered not only particle bombardment but also other anti-spatial methods.
Finally, he would submit a comprehensive plan to test the Dimensional Bridge's stability.
He wouldn't hinder this aspect; he could leave that to others.
He needed the best reputation.