The Enchanting The Herta, the Corporation's Strategic Adjustment

Bronya walked alone on the road back to Qlipoth Fort with light steps.

The cold wind brushed against her burning cheeks, but it couldn't dispel the smile in her eyes or the radiance she exuded from within.

She seemed to have been washed by warm spring water, radiating comfort and vitality.

This ultimate Elation not only brings spiritual satisfaction, but also a real boost in strength.

Bronya could clearly feel that the power within her, connected by the Contract Lucky Star, had become even purer and more surging under Lin Hai's pampering.

She enjoys the feeling of constantly becoming stronger.

This gives her more confidence to protect this land and the people she cherishes.

Passing by a bonfire still burning, the crowd of celebrations had thinned considerably since midnight, but those who remained were the most enthusiastic revelers.

The atmosphere was no longer boisterous, but instead left a warm and pleasant aftertaste.

Bronya was caught up in the atmosphere and quietly blended into the crowd.

Someone started by humming an old folk song by Belobog.

Bronya's heart stirred, and she began to hum along softly.

Her voice was clear and captivating, and soon, the people around her joined in.

Just then, someone recognized the singer by the flickering firelight—it was none other than their beloved Silvermane Guards Commander Bronya!

Exclamations of surprise quickly spread, and a crowd gathered around her, surrounding her in the center.

There were no formalities, only the joy of surviving a catastrophe and love for Bronya.

Everyone sang in unison, their voices drifting through the quiet winter night, filled with the power of hope.

Bronya stood in the crowd, feeling this simple warmth and sense of responsibility.

At the same time, Lin Hai strolled into the South City.

Those involved in the construction gathered around a makeshift bonfire, sharing food and wine.

His face beamed with anticipation for the future.

However, beneath the laughter and cheers, a rhythmic, low rumble never ceased.

That's the sound of automated construction equipment still in operation.

Thanks to the technology provided by the Herta, the construction speed of the South City was astonishing.

Some buildings have already achieved fully automated construction, with huge robotic arms operating precisely under program control, like living steel giants.

In the darkness of night, they tirelessly build the city's future.

At the foot of a building whose main structure has just been completed, with its steel shell still exposed, the silhouette of the Herta stands silently.

She had anticipated Lin Hai's arrival. From afar, her gaze pierced through the noisy crowd and met Lin Hai's eyes in the air.

Without a word, the two slowly approached and naturally embraced.

"Thanks to you this time."

Lin Hai's voice rang in her ears.

If it weren't for the timely interception by the Herta's orbiting satellites, the ground battle would never have gone so smoothly.

The Herta tilted its head slightly from his embrace.

"Your strength... has improved considerably since then."

"The eyes and fists you provided were a great help."

Lin Hai was referring to the satellite that shot down the company's warship. "That crashed warship is now an incredible treasure."

When technology was mentioned, the Herta's eyes lit up with interest.

"That's right. The Interastral Peace Corporation's warships are equipped with technology far exceeding Jarilo's current level. Its engine cores, armor materials, energy systems... even if it's just wreckage, it's enough for us to digest for a long time and can greatly accelerate Belobog's technological iteration."

Lin Hai nodded, his thoughts aligned with hers. "More importantly, dismantling and recycling that warship can provide us with a large amount of urgently needed high-quality raw materials for rebuilding the city. It's a generous gift they've delivered to our doorstep."

After finishing their business, Lin Hai looked down at her.

Then the conversation shifted.

The voice was lowered slightly.

"The Herta, now that we've finished discussing business, shouldn't we... talk about something more private... and more intimate?"

Upon hearing this, a sly glint flashed in the Herta's eyes, a mixture of anticipation and eager anticipation.

"I've been waiting for you, my Mr. Lin."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Hai leaned down and kissed her lips.

Headquarters of Interastral Peace Corporation.

A completely isolated medical observation room.

Aventurine leaned against the hospital bed, his chest wrapped in thick medical bandages, his face still pale.

He endured the throbbing pain as if his lungs were being torn apart, and his fingers moved slowly across the virtual keyboard.

He meticulously transformed the brutal and unforgettable battle experience from his mind into the most detailed tactical report, word by word.

Every detail— Lin Hai's unbelievable speed, overwhelming power, and all of Aventurine's defensive measures—evoked a sense of despair as if the sand were made of paper...

All of this was recorded without reservation by the Aventurine.

Once completed, the report was converted into a high-level encrypted electronic data stream and transmitted to the company's core database.

Not long after.

In a strategic analysis room deep inside the company, the atmosphere was as heavy as lead.

On the huge holographic screen, battle footage recorded from Aventurine's perspective was played repeatedly, along with blurry images captured by orbiting satellites of Lin Hai shattering the main cannon's energy with a single strike.

The figures of the company's top executives, either as holographic projections or in person, were present, with Aventurine's report, obtained through painful experience, floating in front of them.

A highly confidential emergency seminar is underway.

Analysts combined firsthand descriptions and video footage to conduct data analysis and energy level assessments of Aventurine.

The only sounds in the conference room were cold, electronic voices and the occasional, suppressed gasps of shock.

After lengthy analysis and debate, a sobering conclusion was announced by the chief analyst himself:

"Based on a comprehensive assessment of all available intelligence, the overall combat capability exhibited by the target, Lin Hai, has been confirmed to be at the Emanator level, and, preliminarily judged, falls within the... peak range of that level."

The pinnacle of Emanator.

These four words.

This made all the high-ranking officials present feel uneasy.

This means that one person can form an army.

This means that conventional military means are almost ineffective.

However, the dignity and foundation of Interastral Peace Corporation cannot be challenged.

After a brief silence, a resolution was quickly reached.

"Authorization approved. Deploy the Seventh and Ninth Tactical Fleets to the Jarilo Sector to await orders."

"Open part of the forbidden arsenal."

"Issue an emergency recall order to all A-level specialists on leave in the Strategic Investment Department."

The cold, impersonal commands were issued one after another.

In the eyes of these giants, Lin Hai's strength was indeed terrifying, but far from being insurmountable.

Interastral Peace Corporation traverses the cosmos, its foundation unfathomable.

They firmly believe that as long as they invest enough resources and gather overwhelming strength, nothing is insurmountable!

The massive war machine began to rumble into action, its sword aimed at Jarilo.