All right, Mr. Qi was a romantic idealist and a literary giant on a cosmic scale, but deep down, he was still a lawless atheist. Most people would have been awestruck by the Enlighteners' magnificent power at the revival of the Tianshu System, and grateful for the blessings of the Spirit of the Universe. But Mr. Qi had cut straight to the truth: the one who had revived Tianshu, the Star Planter god of war, was not the Spirit of the Universe. It was every serviceman in the joint fleet, every member of the scientific expedition, and even the ordinary shipyard workers back home, who'd worked overtime to bring old sentinels out of storage after more than a decade.
"How could Yu the Great's efforts to tame the White River compare with the way the people and soldiers of today have harmonized the stars?" he'd written in a long letter to Yu Lian. He'd said the same to all the troops.
Yu Lian did think there had to be some ancient nanobot shenanigans behind this campaign to "harmonize the stars," but there was nothing wrong with saying it had been achieved through the efforts of ordinary people and soldiers.
From that angle, even if someone had stolen his kill, giving the "thousands upon thousands of people and soldiers" a chance to shine seemed meaningful in its own way. At the very least, it might convince them that they had power of their own, and that was a wonderful thing.
Yu Lian pondered this, then suddenly felt a jolt of alarm. He couldn't help wondering if this had all been part of Little Gray's plan.
This time, that nanobot girl had basically taken her place in low orbit—no, in planetary orbit!
In any case, the new Tianshu System had mines, land,