After transmigrating into a fallen nobleman of the interstellar era, Zhao Chen was handed a complete mess—
A barren territory, scarce resources, and a broken-down starship.
No Stargate in the territory?
We’ll build our own!
No starships?
Interstellar destroyers, frigates, cruisers—whatever we need, we’ll make it.
Commanding a carrier packed with drone swarms that attack like a hive of bees, Zhao Chen asserted dominance on the battlefield.
All truths lie within the firing range of a battleship’s main guns.
The Empire developed T5-tech starships?
Sorry, I’ve already got a whole fleet of T5 starships in active service!
In Zhao Chen’s dictionary, there’s nothing a starship can’t solve.
And if there is—
Send two more fleets!
Passerby A: “I want to enlist! I want to join Commander Zhao Chen’s fleet!”
Zhao Chen: “Sorry, I only recruit women.”
