"It's actually flying!" Honglian exclaimed. "Not bad, Chen Xuan, your scheme actually worked! By the way, does it need fuel?"
"The Wind Song does not require refueling. It uses a fusion engine and plasma jet engines as its primary power sources and can operate continuously for more than twenty-five days without replenishing any medium."
It was the spaceship AI that answered her.
"It's just like your Little Green—" Chen Xuan remarked. "Artificial intelligence from the future really is useful."
"I am artificial intelligence from the past. My version should already be outdated, but you need not worry. The system will update automatically during the next maintenance session."
"Then it's still not as good as Little Green." Lin Qing curled her lip. "It was born during the height of mechanized arts."
"What is Little Green?" the AI asked in return. "No corresponding AI model was found in the database."
"Enough, you don't need to know." Chen Xuan coughed twice. "I'm going to fly manually now. Provide support."
"Understood."
The spaceship's controls were quite simple. There was a small joystick on each armrest of the captain's chair; pushing them controlled the ship's direction, pitch, and speed. Essentially, it was no different from operating a drone. Auxiliary Level Three meant the AI had extensive authority to intervene and could fine-tune his controls at any time to keep the ship stable. In this
mode, even if he kept trying to crash into the ground or flew blindly with his eyes shut, the spaceship would not fall.
Chen Xuan adjusted the Wind Song's heading eastward, then pushed the joystick forward.
The wing engines immediately shifted from firing vertically downward to blasting backward.
The spaceship shuddered, and a powerful force pressed the three of them into their seats. Propelled by dazzling azure exhaust flames, it sped