Amidst the vast golden light, a massive alloy body, like a mountain, silently floated in mid-air. Its cross-shaped silhouette, the spectacular array of antenna towers, and the robust lines of its armored belt appeared so familiar—it was none other than the Imperial Admiral, which I had thought was completely destroyed! How could it be here? Was it blasted into Sandora’s core like me? And it seemed undamaged?!

At this moment, Sandora’s voice suddenly echoed in my mind, snapping me out of my daze: "Ah Jun, what have you found? My Spirit Field is a bit unstable, and I can’t clearly see the situation inside my body."

"Uh... you definitely wouldn’t guess... the Imperial Admiral is stuck inside you," I said with a slight twitch at the corner of my mouth, "This spaceship was supposed to have self-destructed, right? I remember seeing it explode with my own eyes before I lost consciousness."

"The Imperial Admiral?!" As expected, even Sandora exclaimed in surprise, "It clearly self-destructed! I saw it with my own eyes too! Hurry and check what’s going on with it..."

Without Sandora’s instructions, I already knew what to do. I had brought Alaya several kilometers close to the Imperial Admiral. From this distance, the ship’s armored belt looked like a vast silver-white plain. We quickly flew over the main armor belt, carefully examining this flagship that was theoretically reduced to ashes but now appeared nearly intact. We found some parts that seemed strange: certain areas on the ship’s exterior appeared not to be solid but had a semi-transparent texture. These areas, ranging from hundreds of meters to several kilometers wide, roughly maintained the original structure of the ship, but the texture looked like it was made of flowing light condensed into a fluid, with a slightly undulating surface, through which the internal machinery and wiring were almost visible.

These ephemeral "Light-cast Bodies" glowed with a silver-white light, particularly bright along the edges. I quickly noticed that this silver glow was flowing and contracting towards the center at a visible speed. Where the light washed over, the ship restored itself to its original state... Was this spaceship resurrecting?!

Staring wide-eyed at the massive starship in front of me, I realized that the Imperial Admiral had clearly undergone some unprecedented mutation. Taville definitely didn’t design any resurrection function for this ship—this had already far surpassed the concept of "resurrection." Considering the explosives packed inside the Imperial Admiral could have almost turned the entire Star System into an "information black body" upon detonation, after its self-destruction, you wouldn’t have expected even a large fragment to be pieced together, let alone self-repair like a Glory Starship from ordinary warships, right?

But the spaceship in front of us was indeed being reborn at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in just a moment, another light condensed at the end of its lateral wing, rapidly regenerating a new set of antennas... the speed was downright terrifying.

I directly uploaded the scene to Sandora, who marveled: "Incredible, incredible... This isn’t a product of existing Imperial technology; it definitely encountered a higher-level mutation catalyst during the explosion, possibly the Startup Terminal’s power... or perhaps it relates to you and me, considering it resurrected inside me. Ah Jun, see if you can awaken it; I’m in a bit of a bind right now."

"I’ll try... there seems to be a signal inside the ship, but it’s different from before," I said as I, accompanied by Dull Cat Angel, landed on the midsection of the Imperial Admiral’s lateral wing. There was a Communication Array here that could connect directly to the ship’s onboard mainframe and allow physical connections. If I recalled my scant starship knowledge correctly, it might be possible to force-call or awaken this ship through it.

Standing on the ship’s armor still felt as solid as ever, making it hard to believe this was just a pulsating light minutes ago. After walking over the armor belt for a while, I finally found a small platform protruding from the "ground." It was only ten meters square, with a gently curving top. One side of the platform had a protective panel that required identification commands to open. Alaya curiously poked at it twice, and the panel automatically rose: a good sign, indicating that the variation of the Imperial Admiral hadn’t affected its authority recognition function.

Below the protective panel was a complex yet orderly field of crystallized cabling. However, the Ghost Energy flowing through it seemed somewhat peculiar, with silver-white light mixed in with the blue, reminiscent of the terrifying Startup Terminal: a field of white light. But this white light no longer posed a threat; instead, I found it somewhat familiar.

I took out my data terminal and installed it directly into the hexagonal slot left vacant in the crystallized cabling, then it was just a matter of waiting. If the ship’s recognition system functioned, and the onboard mainframe was online, the data terminal would automatically download the interface for interaction with the mainframe.

Seconds later, energy patterns indicating successful startup appeared on the data terminal’s surface, followed by a small holographic image appearing in mid-air, showing a familiar startup screen of the ship’s mainframe. Then, a line of information appeared before me: "Imperial Admiral on standby, confirming external command credentials, downloading and updating temporary database... Update completed, this ship is starting up. Unknown damage to compartment segments detected; damaged segments unresponsive... Signs of automatic repair detected, temporarily suppressing alerts. Glad to see you again, Your Majesty the Emperor."

"Are you alright?" I noticed that artificial atmosphere had already appeared around us, so I asked directly.

"Ship self-assessment is good, self-repair system has undergone unknown mutation, currently gathering data, awaiting report to research center upon return. No more information available at the moment."

Only the self-repair system mutated? Looking at this starship resurrected from complete destruction, I doubted that "self-repair" could explain such a phenomenon, though perhaps even the onboard mainframe itself didn’t understand what had happened.

With the onboard mainframe awake, and it seemed no identification or logical issues existed, I instructed the ship to open the nearest entry point, then Alaya and I entered the interior of the Imperial Admiral.

Inside the ship, everything appeared normal, whether the vast corridors and escort fleet Gnaku, or small features like doors and nameplates, all were exactly as I remembered, without a trace of the previous annihilation. If there was anything peculiar to notice inside the ship...

It was that everything was brand new, not a speck of dust in any corner, cleaner than fresh off the production line... no, cleaner than fresh off the production line!

Leading Alaya through the outer layers, we flew quickly over the narrow cityscape of the lateral wing, then specifically visited several large Gnakus at the crossroads. These Gnakus were previously packed with explosives, now completely empty.

It seemed that the ship only repaired its "reasonable" parts, and those explosives for self-destruction were indeed expended during the heroic attack on the Startup Terminal. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

We also found that the warship ports along the way were deserted. Although a few escort ships couldn’t be moved in time and remained in the ship’s port initially, there were now only pristine lock systems that hadn’t been repaired alongside the sentry ships... so only self-repair occurred, excluding external items?

As I progressed, analyzing the Imperial Admiral’s repair phenomenon in silence, I roughly deduced several rules, though these rules seemed practically useless for now—until we understood the principle of the ship’s resurrection, it might be challenging to replicate such a miracle on other starships. Surely, we couldn’t just have Abyss Xyrin create a few more Startup Terminals, and myself physically bring in an Empire Fleet for repeated bombing runs, could we? Even if resource issues were resolved, there’s still a psychological hurdle...

Finally, Dull Cat Angel and I reached the command hall of the Imperial Admiral, where Sandora and I had made our last stand. The empty circular hall was silent, bright but unoccupied. Only by concentrating could the low hum of running equipment around us be noticed. Most devices in the control area below were offline, each control terminal seemingly dormant, but the large central hologram and many terminal units on the officer platform were still active. The holographic display showed images from external monitors, consisting entirely of a golden glow.

"Speaking of which, I just thought of a really strange metaphor," Sandora’s voice rang in my mind, "Ah Jun is like a micro medical robot, checking my body, while the Imperial Admiral is like a stone—no, a brain stone!"

As I was seriously contemplating the problem, Sandora’s wild remark almost made me fall off the officer platform. Holding onto the nearby seat, I steadied myself, laughing helplessly: "Your brain isn’t much smaller than Qianqian’s! Brain stone... do you even have a brain? A full-body stone would be more fitting!"

"It’s boring," the golden sea of light rippled a few times, "Hurry and check if the Imperial Admiral can still fly; having it stuck in my belly and head feels uncomfortable. Get it out quickly... and let me see what it looks like now."

Suddenly, my head was filled with embarrassment: Why does this sound like a conversation from the maternity ward? The only difference is that a normal maternity ward definitely wouldn’t deal with something stuck in your head...

Speaking of a several hundred kilometer long metal piece stuck in the head, won’t this cause Sandora to have a major brain fart!?

Thinking about it this way, I suddenly felt it might be conceivable, and it could explain Sandora’s dream leaking into reality, obviously caused by an overly large brain fart leading to her dreams spilling out. Do you think if I say this out loud now, Sandora might be so embarrassed she would digest them?

While these strange thoughts requiring a huge brain fart were swirling in my mind, I activated the manual navigation system on the officer’s platform. It’s somewhat unbelievable for a single person to steer such a massive starship, but the onboard computer handles 99.99% of the operations. All that’s left is for the ship’s leader to issue the start command.

Setting the navigation target, the Imperial Admiral’s internal massive machines, asleep until now, gradually awakened as the spaceship fully resurrected. A deep rumbling reverberated from deep below, and a variety of system readings rapidly refreshed on the holographic display before me—the revived starship behemoth roared as it embarked once more!

A flash erupted at the equator of the Yurasis Imperial Power, and the well-restored Cross Starship emerged from the light, then adjusted position to hover a few tens of thousands of meters away from Sandora. I chatted with the latter via spiritual connection: "Come and check it out while it’s fresh, this is what you just birthed..."

"Be careful or I’ll coat you in universal gravitation," Sandora’s embarrassed and annoyed voice echoed in my mind, then she curiously observed the reborn Interstellar Coalition Flagship. "It looks about the same as before... Did it really resurrect?"

"I’m reviewing the logs left by the ship’s last self-destruction, here, take a look," I said while uploading the ship logs to Sandora. "A tower blown away even captured the moment of the ship’s disintegration on camera, astonishing, isn’t it? Could this have something to do with your Dream Genesis?"

That’s the closest possibility I could think of. Sandora can create worlds in dreams. The worlds she creates aren’t illusory—they are tangible realities, indicating she possesses far superior creation abilities. She struggles to control her power, unconsciously letting dreams leak out sometimes. Could her powers intermingle with the Imperial Admiral wreckage, granting the ship spontaneous regeneration capability?

Sandora seriously considered this possibility but ultimately rejected it: "Impossible, the world I create in dreams has limitations. Ghost Energy devices are extraordinary and equivalent with world-level things, requiring personal guidance to form them in dream worlds, and the manufacturing efficiency won’t surpass an ordinary arsenal. Aside from that, only mundane objects naturally emerge within dream worlds. Even unconsciously, my ’subconscious’ couldn’t manufacture the Imperial Admiral. More so, even if I could reshape its body, reshaping its soul is another matter. Despite being just a ship, its onboard computer retains memories and a shallow persona, broadly speaking it has a soul, thus true self-resurrection is required for me to reshape it."

Sandora’s response left me somewhat disappointed, but it’s understandable. No matter how strong Soul Takers are, there are limits. Sandora’s ability with Dream Genesis certainly doesn’t reach Father God’s level; otherwise, she could solve industrial output issues by dreaming of a prosperous Empire daily, negating our constant struggle over the years.

The limitations on Sandora’s dream powers likely extend further. She probably can’t freely use her dreams to infect other real worlds due to some taboo. Imagine that pastry shop in her dream... If there were no restrictions, wouldn’t it be marvelous? If she could extract her dream pastry shop to feed herself, I’d save tons of food monthly, a self-sustaining food chain far surpasses extensive farming.

"Actually, I believe the Imperial Admiral’s mutation has something to do with you," Sandora suddenly recalled something, "Phenomena twisted from thin air touching rules undoubtedly involve Void Creatures."

I pointed to my forehead: "Me? I didn’t do anything, I was totally dazed by the explosion myself."

"Pfft, don’t you realize that nothing around you happens because of your initiative? You Void Creatures are packed with passive abilities, living like halo emitters," Sandora muttered then reminded, "Remember what you said before the self-detonation? You mentioned rebuilding the Imperial Admiral if given a chance."

Finally, I slapped my forehead: "Of course, I remember! I was upset upon awakening and finding the ship’s remains missing... Just because of that thought?"

"Who knows," Sandora responded indifferently, "Anyhow, leave that aside for now, the Imperial Admiral’s resurrection is good news, check the ship’s condition to ensure no issues and prepare to set off—I sensed a high-level civilization over a hundred light-years away. Contact may yield intelligence. This universe feels peculiar... When extending spiritual power beyond the World Barrier, there’s always a sense of dissonance, better confirm what kind of strange place this is soon."

I glanced down, beginning to examine the ship’s self-inspection report, merely checking the inspection conclusions. Ultimately, confirming the ship is in an unprecedented full stamina and magic state, inputting the planet coordinates sensed by Sandora into the navigation system, ready to depart.

"Auto-nav activated, Jump Engine initial startup reset. Ship begins jump in one minute." The onboard computer broadcasted steadily.

Simultaneously, a small golden light ball suddenly appeared beside me, approximately the size of a soccer ball with a glowing golden exterior, its insides nebulous, emitting bright yet gentle rays. Sandora’s voice resonated from within: "This way I can accompany you."

Curiously, I gazed at the light ball before me, attempting to touch it, discovering it was palpable: Like a soft, warm water ball, although visually a mere luminous mass, it eerily retained "hardness"!

Sandora has truly formed ties with spheres in her Glory Form; be it in outer space or within the spaceship, it seems Queen rolls around everywhere...

"Why not use Mass Projection, now you can surely manipulate one in this form, right?"

While the little light ball form of Sandora possesses an eccentric cuteness, I still somewhat miss Sandora’s usual shape. I can’t be romantically strolling hand in hand with a ball.

"I must take every chance to fix myself, Mass Projection requires extra bandwidth and calculating power, such mini Spirit Spark is a Yurasis Imperial Power inherent unit, causing no additional consumption," the light ball that was Sandora bounced on my shoulder, "Hmm, height here seems perfect, I somewhat understand why Little Light prefers sitting on your shoulder daily."

I: "..."

I had words to say, but the ship’s Jump Engine reset completed, a burst of light flashed before me, and I found myself over a hundred light-years away in outer space.

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