Think Bigger

"What happened to me just now?" Grey's voice came through the comms system. He was utterly confused, having no idea what he had just encountered.

"It was just that Psychic Power stuff. What else could it have been?" Qin Mo did not explain further and turned to fight the other rebels on the position.

Having returned to normal, Grey leaped to Qin Mo's side and fought shoulder to shoulder with him.

The two of them quickly wiped out the thousand rebels across the entire position.

"Compared to your ability to unleash a sea of fire, this Power Armor really is pathetically weak." Grey sat on the ground to rest.

Qin Mo did not respond. He lowered his head and stood there, lost in thought.

"What's wrong?" Grey asked.

"The rebels have their eyes on me," Qin Mo answered.

Grey immediately rose to his feet and looked at Qin Mo gravely, realizing that things might be taking a turn for the worse.

By this point in the war, nearly ten thousand people across the two positions had relied on Qin Mo's protection, while even more were struggling through brutal battles as they waited for reinforcements.

Being targeted by the rebels meant that they would spare no cost and use every possible means to eliminate Qin Mo.

After thinking for a moment, Grey still could not come up with any constructive advice. He merely called out slowly, "Qin Mo."

"What?" Qin Mo raised his head and looked at Grey.

Grey removed his faceplate and stared at Qin Mo, his tone resolute. "As far as I'm concerned, every life has a completely different value. Your value is greater than all the rest of us combined. If you need me to give my life, all you have to do is say the word..."

Qin Mo smiled faintly, turned around, and spoke as he walked away. "You're already giving your life."

"Shouldn't you hide somewhere? Somewhere the rebels can't find you?" Grey hurried after him and made the suggestion.

Qin Mo shook his head without hesitation. "I neither need to hide nor will I hide. The rebels can set every kind of trap for me, and they can use every method they can think of to assassinate me. Better yet, wherever I show up, there should be hordes of rebels coming to surround and attack me. I have plenty of ways to deal with that."

"Besides, if the rebels are focused on me, the other friendly forces will face fewer enemies. Before we get there to reinforce them, their chances of holding their positions will be greater."

"..."

Grey looked up at Qin Mo's retreating figure and silently listened to him speak.

Then Qin Mo suddenly turned around and stated what they would do next. "We'll go back to those four people, bring them with us, and then return to the 47th Regiment's base."

"We're not going to keep looking for other positions?" Grey asked.

"I originally planned to find them quickly and establish contact, but now it seems that isn't the right strategy." As Qin Mo walked, he explained the conclusions he had drawn. "First, we need to establish a complete logistics system, produce enough weapons, and then create reconnaissance equipment."

"We can't wander around like headless flies, going wherever we please. We also need to establish an intelligence network, learn the exact locations and circumstances of our friendly forces in the Hive City, assess their situations, and directly reinforce the ones in the most trouble."

"We also need to upgrade our existing equipment."

Grey understood very little of what Qin Mo said. He only understood one thing: upgrading their existing equipment. "Our weapons and equipment still aren't powerful enough?"

"Not enough." Qin Mo looked back at Grey. "Think bigger. The stuff we're wearing now is barely even worth mentioning."

"You made them, so if you say they're toys, then they're toys." Grey felt that Qin Mo was being overly modest, but Qin Mo had the absolute right to judge his own creations. He could call them toys, even if they were anything but.

This Power Armor alone was priceless throughout the entire galaxy. Even if the Gravity Shield were taken apart and sold separately, it would be enough to buy a hereditary noble title.

"Trust me, brother." Qin Mo stopped and lightly patted Grey on the shoulder. "Once I finish the masterpiece I'm proud of and let you see it, you'll realize just how fragile and inefficient the weapons and equipment you're wearing now are."

"Hahahaha." Grey suddenly laughed, thinking Qin Mo was telling a joke to lighten the mood.

But Qin Mo's expression was incomparably serious. He did not look like he was joking at all.

The smile vanished from Grey's face. "You're serious?"

Over the next week, Qin Mo did not run all over the place. He returned to the fortress at the 47th Regiment's base, dug out a massive cavern underground, and shut himself inside it.

During the period between Qin Mo's departure and return, the rebels had not attacked. But once he returned, they not only launched an assault on the fortress, their offensive was also exceptionally fierce.

No matter how fierce the assault was, the fortress could hold. Qin Mo had no need to divide his attention between research and battle, allowing him to devote himself fully to research and manufacturing inside the cavern.

First came logistics.

To save time, Qin Mo decided to create a type of Universal Logistics Machine.

They were black spherical constructs with a radius of ten meters, equipped with Anti-Gravity Engines and mechanical arms. They could search for any useful supplies in any environment.

These Logistics Machines were controlled by a Master Control Intelligence integrated with AI. Based on the information it collected, it would assign plans for gathering supplies, have the Logistics Machines transform themselves into production equipment to manufacture the weapons and gear needed by the army, or increase and decrease the number of Logistics Machines.

The Imperium called AI Abominable Intelligence and strictly prohibited the research and use of Abominable Intelligence.

Qin Mo had no intention of following that rule. It was not because he insisted on courting death, but because he could ensure that the intelligence he created would forever remain under his control.

That was because the Master Control Intelligence had been designed around physical laws distorted by the power of the C'tan. Under normal physical laws, it simply could not maintain normal operation.

And if anyone tried to corrupt the Master Control Intelligence that controlled the Logistics Machines—for example, by using the evil powers of the Warp, Chaos junk code, or something similar—then an extremely inspiring saying would be born in the galaxy:

If you think you are unbelievably stupid and enjoy making trouble for yourself, remember that someone once tried to corrupt a Master Control Intelligence based on the power of the C'tan.

In Qin Mo's vision, and according to conclusions he had drawn from multiple factors, the Logistics Machines controlled by the Master Control Intelligence would be able to fulfill every logistical need. As long as he designed these things properly and produced the Master Control Intelligence and the first Logistics Machine, the logistics system would establish itself automatically.

The Master Control Intelligence could manage more than logistics. It could also handle intelligence work. Qin Mo designed a large number of tools for it to gather information, such as drones, detectors, and Psychic Power detectors.

These tools could directly scan the terrain, personnel, supplies, and more within a certain range...

After completing the designs for his logistics and intelligence creations, Qin Mo began the work that excited him most.

Designing new weapons and equipment, along with new tactical systems built around them.