When You Call Down a Titan's Iron Fist, You'd Better Make Sure You're on the Side of Justice

The Origin Vanguard had arrived late, and its bridge was in chaos. Although that unlucky bastard, Ma Wangye, had died at Sarif's hands, the remaining big shots had taken over his work and quickly repaired the Origin Vanguard until it was "barely spaceworthy."

Then, without testing it or recruiting professional pilots—mostly because there simply wasn't time—they had learned that the Origin Holy City was under attack and immediately flown the "third-hand warship" all the way here from the crash site, bumping and rattling all the way.

At first, its flight path had been mostly fine.

Though they lacked the assistance of a highly intelligent AI like Eden, the navigational data files they had "downloaded" again from Lady Rose were enough to get the ship airborne, as long as its engines and power systems were intact.

The big shots hadn't carried out a full overhaul of the Origin Vanguard. Following Eden's advice, they had altered the ship's exterior, cutting away the severely damaged sections and redesigning its aerodynamic shape. In other words, they hadn't touched the important modules inside the hull or even changed their positions; they had only replaced the shell.

And they didn't even have to replace the shell or reroute the internal systems themselves. They only needed to set the plan, and the autonomous repair robots aboard the sunship would handle the work. Otherwise, if they'd relied on workers to repair everything by hand—

Even with the full support of the Sangha Empire, the project would have taken at least seven or eight years to finish.

The smooth progress of the whole process had given these otherworldly big shots a deeper understanding of the Creator's "modular design." It had also given them more insight into how to make "cooperation between the two worlds" more effective.

For instance, even