Research and Speculation

"Report."

"Come in."

Benjamin stood outside the command headquarters. Upon hearing the voice inside, he pushed open the door and entered.

Frost was standing before the tactical sand table. The projection above it had already updated—vast swathes of red dots representing the Sickle-Skull Race had vanished, leaving only a few isolated areas still resisting.

"You're here." Without looking up, Frost casually tossed several crystals over. "These are the detailed data from that battle: energy consumption statistics, tactical response times, analysis of the enemy commander's behavioral patterns—I hope you can preserve them for the next cycle. I don't know whether that can be done."

Benjamin caught the crystals and swept them with his divine sense.

They indeed contained extraordinarily professional data, even including details he had not noticed before—for instance, abnormal fluctuations had appeared in the encryption method of the Sickle-Skull Race's pheromone network during the latter stages of the battle.

"No problem." He tucked the crystals into his robes, though in truth he deposited them in a designated area within his Internal Grotto-Heaven. "I'll establish an independent archive and store them in tiers according to time, category, and importance."

"Very good." Frost finally looked up, unable to suppress the excitement in his eyes. "Then the next question: what is the storage limit of your Recording Crystals?"

Benjamin paused.

Instinctively, he "looked" into his Internal Grotto-Heaven. After such a long period of expansion, that space was already as vast as a continent.

Though it was still a small space within the plane, if it was only for storing things—

"If it's only Recording Crystals..." He chose his words carefully. "There shouldn't be any need to worry about storage capacity in the short term."

Frost raised an eyebrow.

"It seems that thing of yours has a very high storage limit. But what