Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again.-Chapter 663: Dinner prep.

Sunshine chuckled, a dry, raspy sound of pure disbelief. "I thought that this is going to be too complex and yet all along the solution was simple. At least simpler that closing the rifts."

Then the System spoke, and the simple plan evaporated.

[To achieve ultimate prime core weakening via thermal disruption, Host, you would require stellar core temperatures,] the System stated with its usual lack of flair. [If you intend to use fire, your pyrokinetics would not do it.]

Sunshine leaned against the cool laboratory wall, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Fine. Give me a figure. What kind of heat are we talking about? Five thousand degrees? Ten? We can find ways of amplifying it. I have that hot hearth in the space."

[It is not enough. The required temperature is 1,000,000°C.]

Sunshine’s breath hitched. She actually gasped, her eyes darting around the empty walkway as if looking for a hidden camera. "One million? Are you kidding me? I thought I could just round up the best group of pyrokinetics on earth and have them have at it. But a million degrees? They cannot produce that kind of heat! Not even dragons can."

[Correct. Biological creatures on this planet currently peak at significantly lower yields. Even your most powerful fire-wielders would only succeed in making the Prime Core uncomfortably warm. Why do you think it is one of the most valuable stones in the galaxy? It is powerful and practically indestructible.]

"Great," Sunshine muttered, feeling a headache blooming behind her eyes. "What about freezing it? I’ve got some serious ice power. I can do it.... right?" She had been planning to do it inside her space.

[Negative thermal states could indeed destabilize the Prime Core,] the System replied. [However, I must warn you: attempting to reach the required absolute-zero threshold would drain your energy reserves entirely. It would cause a severe burnout, and you would be bedridden for days, possibly weeks, while your body recovers....that is if you make it out alive. I do not recommend it.]

Sunshine winced. "Fantastic options, System. Truly."

[There is a third logistical path, Host. You could hire specialized repairmen from Pyraeth.]

Sunshine blinked. "Pyraeth? Never heard of them."

[Pyraeth is a living flame world. The inhabitants are Magma-born. They stay on their home world unless specifically summoned for high-tier cosmic maintenance. However, be advised: everything they touch or step on burns.]

"Repairmen are supposed to repair, those sound like destroyers. I do not know if I want to invite them to my earth which is already falling apart." Sunshine shook her head, a hysterical laugh bubbling up. "Besides, asking them to destroy a Prime Core seems like it’s against the repairman professional code, am I wrong?"

[Technically, yes. However, you could petition the Council. The common denominator here is that neither you nor the Council wants the Prime Core out in the wild. If you frame it as a ’decommissioning of hazardous materials,’ they may provide the necessary override.]

Sunshine sighed, pushing off the wall. "Magma born people and intergalactic red tape. My favorite things. This will take some time."

[Store the Prime Core in your Space, Host. It is perfectly safe there. The spatial isolation ensures it cannot emit signals or affect your biology in any way.]

"Finally, a win," Sunshine said. It was like a light had finally shone at the end of a hopeless dark tunnel. She would keep every part of the stone in her space for as long as she could. Then, maybe she would find a broken uninhibited world and invite the burning alien repairmen there to destroy the core.

The rest of the day was a blur of tactical stress. Sunshine spent hours holed up with Hades and the rest of the leadership committee, pouring over drone images of the Walden territory.

The mood was grim. The images were crisp, showing the sprawling mining site nestled in the junk yard. But it wasn’t the machinery that caught their eyes_ it was the soldiers. There were at least three hundred of them.

"There are too many," Hades said, his voice a low rumble as he pointed at the screen. "Look at the perimeter. They’ve tripled the guard since the last flyover. It is almost as if they know our plan."

"And look at their necks," Sunshine added, her voice tight.

Every single soldier on the screen was wearing a big, glowing pendant. Just how big of a prime core had landed there?

"There’s no way Hadrian’s team can just walk out of there with the prime Core," Elio noted, crossing his arms. "They can use the invisibility buttons from Ala, sure. But the Prime Core itself? That thing glows like a miniature sun. Even if the soldiers are invisible, the Core will look like a floating light bulb wandering through the camp. They’d be spotted in seconds."

Sunshine paced the length of the command room, her boots clicking sharply on the metal floor. It would be so much easier if she could just slip in there, go invisible, and pop it into her Space. I’d be in and out before they could blink.

"The problem is that I cannot be in two places at the same time." Sunshine said.

"Yeah, if you go to the mine with Hadrian’s team, " Hades reminded her, his hand resting on the hilt of his sidearm. "If the leader of Fortress Four, her husband, and the committee members aren’t sitting at that table, the Walden’s will know something is up. They’ll lock down the mining site before Hadrian even reaches the fence."

"I know, I know," Sunshine groaned. "I have to be the distraction. I have to sit there, eat their fancy food, and pretend I don’t want to punch their lights out while Hadrian plays his part."

"You’re very good at being a distraction," Hades teased, though his eyes were full of concern. "Just keep them talking. Keep their sensors focused on the dining hall and the ’dignitaries.’ If we play our cards right, they’ll be so busy trying to impress us that they won’t notice their prize jewel is gone until we tell them that we now own them."

Sunshine scratched her chin and muttered. "Can’t I clone myself or something?"