The Pen Could Kill, Too!

At last, it was time to leave.

Standing in the command room and looking at Requiem Star in the distance, Fang Zheng sighed somewhat reluctantly. He had been in this world for nearly two months. During that time, he had practically had his Ship Girls turn over everything the Forerunners had left behind. Anything that could be taken was taken, anything that could be recorded was recorded, and anything that could be collected was collected.

This journey through the universe had brought Fang Zheng the richest rewards, but it had also cost him the most. The Dimension Points consumed by over a hundred Sea Fog Warships in this world amounted to nearly ten thousand every day. Not to mention that, in order to acquire the Forerunner factories and the Inheritor's Arrival, Fang Zheng had spent more than half of his stored Dimension Points.

Originally, Fang Zheng had wanted to take Requiem Star with him as well. Unfortunately, the thing was simply too expensive. The Dimension Points in his possession were nowhere near enough to absorb an entire planet, so he had no choice but to settle for a smaller "Halo."

By now, nearly all the Dimension Points Fang Zheng could use had been spent. Only the emergency reserve he had set aside for unexpected situations remained, and he would never touch those points unless absolutely necessary. Judging by the numbers, if he used that reserve, he could probably gamble on bringing the Shield World in as well. But Fang Zheng was no gambler. Having supplies on hand kept one calm. Spending everything might feel great, but if something happened afterward, it would all have been for nothing.

As for what came next...

Fang Zheng took one more look at Requiem Star, then withdrew his gaze and stretched out his hand.