"Alright, relax."

Yang Ming raised his hand towards the bar not far away, and a bottle of wine and a wine glass floated over.

"Join me for a few drinks; let's study which Great Nobles we'll deal with."

The fervor in Maki's eyes was unmistakable.

He rubbed his hands together, actively taking the bottle and glass, pouring wine for Yang Ming, and then stood behind Yang Ming, looking down at the confidential information.

Maki felt he had reached a turning point in his life.

He was convinced it was absolutely the case.

...

The Military Intelligence Bureau does have quite a few talents.

In the evening on this planet, Yang Ming was strolling in the square above the base, while eight 'female robots' in military uniforms were on alert nearby.

The spaceship Maki was on had just left, carrying the gold medal arrow given by Yang Ming, returning to gather elite troops to form the 'Military Intelligence Bureau Special Task Group,' aiming their guns at several wealthy Great Nobles, preparing to provide some new 'points of force' for the Empire military expenditure.

This would probably take several months.

Yang Ming was not in a rush; he planned to dispatch several similar missions out, cultivating a cadre of 'his own people' within the Military Intelligence Bureau, then handing these individuals over to Atro for command.

Atro was a good comrade, indeed.

He had some goods in his head, but not too much;

He harbored ambition, but it was shallow.

Yet, this guy's personality was quite arrogant.

Before gaining power, Atro would call Yang Ming 'Mr. Ghost,' and afterward, it became 'Dear Hanton brother.'

He was a useful fulcrum, the Emperor wanted to cultivate Atro as the head of the Military Intelligence Bureau, that was simply a steamer on a hot bun, wearing a hat!

There was no need to create a Mechanical Thought Body to replace him.

Of course, Yang Ming was also cautious about deploying Mechanical Thought Bodies within the Empire, as they might be exposed at any moment, making it unworthy.

The Wind Alliance had already completed a second expansion; Emilia had returned to 'normal' life in the Imperial Palace.

Yang Ming now very much wanted to return to see Emilia, Edwan had entrusted her to him, and he must protect her, help her, allowing her to fulfill Edwan's long-cherished wish—Wind remaining independent in the Galaxy's political realm.

Now, Yang Ming could already see trouble and disaster ahead.

In the next four to six years, a massive insect swarm will attack.

Yang Ming planned to suppress this information for a year or two, only secretly informing small and medium-sized countries in the Galaxy, letting the Empire and the three major powers continue fighting for another year or two.

As to whether this would lead to more casualties...

Sometimes, not everything can be done perfectly, Yang Ming felt he had already done his utmost by notifying the Empire and the three major powers two years in advance.

To ask him to sacrifice his own interests further would be pure moral coercion.

Yang Ming had another consideration—the Galaxy was Faya people's territory, the Insect Race were the enemies of the Faya people, the Faya people would not let the insect swarm engulf their long-cultivated human civilization of the Galaxy.

Therefore, he perhaps didn't need to do anything else, merely focusing on developing Wind and Dark Star was sufficient.

Suddenly realizing it's quite laughable.

The first Natural Disaster: high-dimensional invasion, the second Natural Disaster: endless insect swarm, the third Natural Disaster: Intelligent Mechanical Crisis, now unfolding simultaneously, he managed to involve himself everywhere.

If this tiny planet fails the civilization assessment, he might just cry in front of the Faya people.

"Beep beep beep."

Lyu's voice emerged from the hidden earpiece: "Calling the boss, calling the boss, the implementation plan has been sent!"

"Don't show it to me, just go do it."

Yang Ming whispered:

"Also, help me find a way; I can't leave this base, it feels quite uncomfortable."

"You need to work here," Lyu laughed, "Relax, until the insect swarm arrives, everything will be fine."

Yang Ming suddenly said, "What do you think about me absorbing that cluster of cells?"

"Boss, maybe it's better to have them send the equipment already set up on Saka Star over here," Lyu said softly, "Princess Daphne is now your supervisor, she will oversee your absorption of Ancient God Cells' power throughout the process, which will reassure those old things."

"Might as well," Yang Ming slightly raised his eyebrows, "Before the Great Queen ascends dimensions, there needs to be some commotion; I also need to enhance my strength. Remember to inform Po Suo about this."

"Already informed."

"What did she say?"

"She said... When you have time, go back and recharge, she'll give you more power, and in the future, protecting the Galaxy will depend on you, she'll support you from behind."

Yang Ming's forehead was full of black lines.

This guy's getting more cheeky!

Ah, right, she was cheeky and stingy to begin with.

...

Yang Ming's idea to absorb Ancient God Cells in the Military Intelligence Bureau base soon received responses from Daphne and the Sherman family.

They could meet Yang Ming's request, but the condition was that a small group of three would be by Yang Ming's side, recording his physical data.

Yang Ming agreed without a second thought.

Record as much as they want, film as much as they want.

If the Empire could directly mass-produce Ancient God Transformations, Yang Ming wouldn't bother, he'd just mix it up with the Sherman family!

Faya people's technology is not that easy to grasp.

In the ensuing two months, Yang Ming allocated a third of his energy to start getting busy enhancing his strength.

A warehouse in the underground base was designated as his exclusive facility; lab coat-clad staff bustled around, the equipment that Yang Ming found somewhat familiar, similar to the ones on Kigrov's experimental ship, were all smoothly installed and calibrated.

Yang Ming also had some hidden concerns.

If he were injected with a high concentration of sedatives within those devices, he would lose combat capability.

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