Andromeda

Cough, cough, cough—Tang Shizhe nearly choked to death on his tea.

What kind of joke was this? Four hundred trillion grams of red energy fluid—that was forty million tons of red energy fluid!

Forty million tons!

What did forty million tons of red energy fluid mean? At seven tons of red energy fluid per modular warship, it could buy 5.71 million of them! 5.71 million warships! 5,710,000 ships! Four zeros!

"Isn't that price a little high?" Tang Shizhe asked Jeffrey tactfully.

"The price isn't high at all. This is still an artificial planet in its rough-built state! Think about how many materials and construction ships we need to mobilize for an artificial planet like this!"

"Not only that, we also have to account for self-collapse caused by the materials' own weight. Solving that problem requires quite a bit of expensive equipment."

"And there's the fusion reactor inside the artificial planet. While its technology isn't at the forefront of energy tech, its sheer size is enormous. With a diameter of eight hundred kilometers, it far exceeds any spacecraft reactor. The energy it can provide is enough to keep this artificial planet supplied for tens of thousands of years. Of course, operating it also consumes fuel."

"Think about it—a planet-sized artificial world about as large as your Blue Star. Is that price really expensive? It's already incredibly cheap!" Jeffrey shook his head.

What he did not mention was that most of the planet's structure was hollow, so it did not consume that much material. Moreover, much of the metal used in non-load-bearing sections was not high-grade metal, but discarded alloys that had been remelted and refined. It was practically recycling waste.

Furthermore, building such a large quantity of equipment had greatly reduced the cost per unit. Since the fusion reactor used inside