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At the Old Captain's words, everyone present laughed. Now Liu Zhi was even more curious about the Death Star Ship.

The Old Captain walked over to Liu Zhi and lightly patted him on the shoulder.

When the Old Captain's left hand touched him, Liu Zhi felt as if a crane had pressed down on his body.

The sensation made Liu Zhi deeply uncomfortable. He was utterly confused and had no idea what was going on in this world.

But the Old Captain didn't explain. Instead, he said earnestly, "Sandru, you're a fine shipwright. You've always focused on learning how to build dreadnoughts, but Death Star Class Warships are actually much the same. I'm not asking for much—just repair that ship and make sure nothing goes wrong when we put to sea."

Liu Zhi froze. He hadn't expected the Old Captain to give him a task like this. He remembered coming here to serve as Chief Sailor. How had he suddenly become a shipwright?

The Old Captain smiled faintly at Liu Zhi's bewildered expression.

"Don't overthink it. I saw through you a long time ago. You've been studying shipbuilding, haven't you? That's for the best. You're a capable fighter and a good commander, but the Chief Sailor's position isn't quite right for you. Since you're willing to learn shipbuilding, you can naturally move to a better post."

Liu Zhi frowned, sensing something was off.

Then he looked at the men standing beside the Old Captain. Their expressions were perfectly matter-of-fact, as if what the Old Captain had said were simply the truth.

But Liu Zhi was certain of one thing: when this body had first started out, it had no intention of learning shipbuilding.

He had originally been on the path of a Chief Sailor, specializing in close-quarters combat.

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