Storm Brewing

Wokert's premonition had been right.

After returning to the spaceship, he received a message from the Imperial laboratory.

"Wokert, there's a problem with the Furball Monster flesh you sent over!"

Wokert's heart skipped a beat when he saw the Empire's message, and he immediately replied, "What problem?"

"Many of the components in the flesh aren't the Furball Monster's own tissues. They came from outside interference."

"And traces of a special Gene Potion were detected in the flesh."

"Get to the point!" Wokert frowned and immediately spoke to the staff member.

After hearing Wokert's words, the staff member paused before speaking in a grave tone. "The Furball Monster's mutation was artificially caused! And judging from the frequency of high-energy Cosmic Creature incidents over the past few periods..."

"The scope of this mutation is near the Bander Galaxy! In other words... it's highly likely that the Bander Galaxy caused the Cosmic Creatures to mutate!"

"What? The Bander Galaxy?"

Wokert took a deep breath, sensing that the matter was becoming troublesome.

The recent disturbances in the Bander Galaxy had simply been too great. Whether it was its rebellion against the Free Federation or its ability to unite other galaxies and establish a Galaxy Cluster-level force with the strength of a single galaxy...

One shouldn't assume that the Bander Galaxy was weak just because forces such as the Empire and the Free Federation were so powerful.

That was only relative.

In any case, the Bander Galaxy was still a Galaxy-level force. As far as an individual's power was concerned, it was practically a colossal entity.

Even an Apocalypse Level powerhouse would probably be easily killed by the Bander Galaxy's strength if they didn't lead an army to conquer and encircle it.

Now, around ten colossal entities had actually formed a Galaxy Cluster-level force. Although it seemed somewhat flimsy without the support of an Apocalypse Level powerhouse...

But... if Brook didn't lead the Free Federation's army there with him, he probably wouldn't even have the courage to attack!

No matter how he looked at it, the leader of the Lothar Party didn't seem like a brainless person. Since he dared to lead a galaxy in rebelling against the Free Federation, he must have some trump card.

And now, could this trump card be these abnormal Cosmic Creatures?

"What should our Temporary Army do now? Or should we... withdraw?"

Wokert asked the question he most wanted answered, because he felt that this matter had already exceeded the scope of what this Temporary Army could interfere with.

The overall strength of Temporary Army No. 32 could at most handle a Star-level disturbance.

But now... the disturbances in the surrounding area had clearly reached the Galaxy-level realm, several grades higher than the Star level.

Facing a disturbance of this level, the slightest mistake could result in Temporary Army No. 32 being swallowed by danger.

After hearing Wokert's question, the Imperial official remained silent for a long while before finally speaking. "I've already asked the Empire what it intends to do. The Empire's intention is... to have you remain on standby and maintain your original patrol schedule."

"In three days, the Empire will dispatch a more elite force to take over from you. At that point, you can return!"

When he heard this, Wokert's eyes widened, and he shouted angrily, "Three days? Brook of the Free Federation has already led his army to the Bander Starfield today. War is about to break out, and you're telling me to remain stuck in this damned starfield for three days?"

"What if the war spreads here?"

Hearing Wokert's words, the staff member hurriedly tried to reassure him. "Lieutenant Wokert, I understand your anger, but you need to understand one thing: it's impossible for the war to spread here. After all, although the starfield you're in is close to the Bander Starfield, it's still within Imperial territory."

"As long as it's a starfield within Imperial territory, neither Brook nor anyone from the Lothar Alliance would dare fire a single bullet into it. Otherwise, it would be a declaration of war against the Empire!"

The staff member spoke calmly, his tone extremely firm.

No other nation would be willing to get the Empire involved in its internal affairs. Anyone who wasn't a fool could understand that.

Wokert's expression eased somewhat. After thinking it over, he realized that it did make sense. Although the surrounding starfields were currently rather chaotic, the war definitely wouldn't spread into Imperial territory.

At most, they would have to inspect more people attempting to cross the border illegally.

"That may be true, but the energy levels of the Cosmic Creatures we've encountered nearby are abnormal. What if we encounter a Cosmic Creature whose energy level is far higher than mine?"

Wokert spoke in a deep voice.

The staff member shook his head and said, "So far, no Cosmic Lifeform above level six has appeared. You can rest assured!"

Since the staff member had said so, Wokert had nothing more to say.

He fell silent, then sighed and agreed.

No one else aboard the spaceship knew about Lieutenant Wokert's communication with the Empire. Su Ming and Warren were unaware as well.

However... as Su Ming looked at the Dragon Turtle corpse floating in space, he couldn't help falling into deep thought.

According to normal theory, a Cosmic Dragon Turtle shouldn't have been able to reach level six...

And yet, everyone had encountered a level-six Cosmic Dragon Turtle.

For some reason, Su Ming felt an indistinct sense of foreboding.

Then, Su Ming shifted his gaze to the roughly three-meter-tall mecha standing before him.

Because the mechanic's dormitory contained a workbench, its ceiling was much higher than those of the other dormitories.

Otherwise, Su Ming's dormitory might not have been large enough to fit the mecha before him.

Seeing that the mecha's overall framework was nearly complete, with only a small portion of components remaining, Su Ming's expression changed. He hurriedly switched the dormitory to private mode, stopped accepting orders, and prevented anyone outside from seeing what was happening inside.

He immediately placed the unfinished components on the workbench and began focusing on constructing the mecha.

He had a feeling that the Dragon Turtle incident, Lieutenant Wokert's grave expression earlier, and the recent news from the Bander Galaxy were all connected in some way.

The Free Federation was probably going to declare war on the Lothar Alliance.

And once war was declared, this starfield would become incredibly chaotic.

He had to hurry and repair the mecha before him.

If something happened, this mecha might be the key to helping him survive the crisis.