A stargate was a wormhole connecting two galaxies, capable of bridging thousands of light-years in an instant. It was a transportation network built by the Federation,
far more convenient than a hyperspace lane, but because of high maintenance costs, every passage required a hefty amount of Energy Coins. Unless one was rolling in wealth, nobody would use such a method of transit.
With that, the communication cut off.
Lin Zhichen looked speechlessly at the empty communicator and couldn't help rubbing his temples. Could it be that I tried too hard back then?
No matter the reason, he had to return to Earth now; otherwise, the headquarters base might be forcefully dismantled by someone.
The operation had ended with a strong start and a weak finish. Nine Psionic Frigates quickly returned to Dakan I, while the Snake leaped directly through space to arrive in the Solar System.
Right on his way to dock at the starport, Lin Zhichen saw the Blue Whale moored in Earth's outer orbit through the porthole.
Because it was too large to dock directly in the starport, dozens of transport ships shuttled back and forth continuously, depositing alloy materials processed on the ground into the ship's cargo hold.
At that moment, several frigates sailed out along the bottom channel of the ship—this was a new batch of completed warships.
"Ten more?" Lin Zhichen nodded slightly. At first, due to the low skill level of the NPC workers, production efficiency was extremely low, and the shipyard had not operated at full capacity. To reach standard production levels, at least two or three months of grinding was still needed.
The Snake soon docked at the starport, and Lin Zhichen sat in a flying car, speeding toward the headquarters base. When guests visited, he always had to make some preparations.