"In the field of mechanics, at this stage and for a long time into the future, no civilization will be a match for the original civilization of Intelligent Mechanic Dusk."

Yang Ming's mouth twitched slightly.

Lyu said slowly, "Time, we only need three to five years now, and I can complete the hardware upgrade, allowing the Dark Star Fleet to acquire all sorts of magical abilities, all thanks to your adventurous attempts back then, Boss."

Boss Yang muttered, "Alright, so does this mean that we've already phased out button technology?"

Lyu laughed, "Button technology is probably a technology that a Level 2.5 mechanical civilization can grasp, perfectly suitable for Wind's technological level. Only a little over a thousand patents are needed to perfectly cover up the technology's development process."

"Let's do it!"

Yang Ming grinned:

"Wind should be able to hold on for three to five years now, and worst case scenario, Wind Alliance collapses, and Wind is pushed back to where it was five years ago."

Lyu whispered, "Boss, the Sherman Empire might want to destroy the Wind regime and cultivate a new puppet."

"Of course, let's prepare for the worst too."

"There's one more thing I need your permission for," Lyu said softly, "The server on Yaha Star, the few things left by my predecessor, I now want to try to unlock it."

Yang Ming laughed, "Feeling confident now?"

"I consulted my teacher and repeatedly confirmed this fact—after this upgrade, I already have a kernel equal to hers, she can't control me, and she can't influence me."

Lyu's eyes were full of determination:

"Now we only need to do the preliminary setup, construct an isolated network, physically isolate that server, this can be easily done.

"Just need your permission, Boss."

"Approved, go ahead."

"Got it!"

Lyu immediately smiled with joy and was ready to get to work enthusiastically.

Yang Ming had no idea how much harm being repeatedly kicked out of the Emperor Star Circle network had caused Lyu, a Mechanical Thought Body!

It's entirely comparable to major childhood trauma for humans.

"Lyu, why are you in such a rush, coincidentally, I have a few plans related to this predecessor of yours."

Lyu was momentarily stunned and puzzled, "Boss, what else are you planning? Don't we already have development opportunities and just need to stall for three to five years?"

"That's Dark Star's development plan, not mine."

Yang Ming showed a faint smile and said softly to Lyu:

"I got extremely important intelligence from your teacher, related to your predecessor in charge."

...

Near the border of the Luofeng Empire, in the silent deep space.

A pirate group composed of twenty-three medium and small-sized ships was navigating near a dangerous asteroid belt, seemingly searching for something.

The great pirate queen, Molly Miss Group's Minister of Etiquette Miss Mimili had not yet arrived, and she was calmly sitting in front of the captain's flag, holding a powder puff, adding vibrant makeup to her smooth skin.

She was still dressed in a short top and hot pants, her long, slender fair legs casually placed on the table, her small belly button, the attention-grabbing curves of her waist, and the faint outlines of her abs added a youthful athletic vibe to her beauty.

Around Mimili, a group of robust, fierce-looking women were operating various instruments while muttering vulgar words:

"These fake pirates are simply insulting our profession!"

"Kill them! I'm going to crush their heads with my sexy booty!"

"Save a white-skinned man for me; it's been a while since I had some fun."

"Daring to rob merchant ships using our name, blowing up ships each time, they're a hundred times worse than us in cruelty, oh no, infinitely worse!"

Hearing this, Mimili snickered, tossed her makeup box aside, and said calmly, "Keep it down, and be careful handling things, it won't be fun if we're exposed prematurely."

The robust women instantly fell silent.

"We've found them!"

The woman at the radar control station exclaimed with excitement.

Mimili, with her legs swinging, had already stood up, quickly striding to the control station, folding her arms and watching the few flashing points on the screen.

Mimili immediately said, "Launch the reconnaissance drone, use the most expensive model."

"Yes, Captain!"

"Boss, aren't our operational costs too high?" softly muttered a brawny woman, "The drone costs a lot."

"What are you afraid of? The last thing we lack now is this stuff," Mimili said calmly, "Do you think the drone is more important or our lives? Our pirate group prides itself on safety in raids; if you can't understand this concept, you can't hang out with me anymore. Go sit at the men's table for meals from now on."

"Understood, understood!"

The woman hurriedly said, "I meant we could let those skinny guys take a small ship there to survey; no need to spend so much on spy drones."

Mimili nodded calmly, "What you say makes sense, let your beloved go next time."

The woman chuckled a few times, "That's not impossible, Captain, please help me capture a few more men."

"Get lost!"

Mimili scolded good-naturedly.

The woman trembled a bit and hurried back to her position.

"Captain! We have received images from ahead, the enemy is resting, there are about thirteen ships... and two ships have obvious military markings, likely from a Sherman Empire vassal state, are we sure about attacking?"

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