The warship, parked in the depths of space, had entered a state of busy tranquility. The management staff were all occupied with training their subordinates, and many of them had now come to understand something.
Lord of the Stars' power was growing ever greater. Once the territories under his control expanded, more talent would be needed, and outstanding people would continue to emerge.
If they could not keep improving and keep pace with Lord of the Stars, more capable newcomers would replace them. It was not because Lord of the Stars was heartless; it was simply how the world worked.
Lord of the Stars had given them such a tremendous advantage. They had boarded his warship early, gaining far more opportunities than others. Yet if they did not choose to work hard and make themselves more outstanding, better newcomers would replace them.
Gray was busy training the Star Space Marines.
Anrida was training recruits.
Mendeleev was cultivating more qualified personnel for the navy.
Hogood led the newcomers who had joined the administrative department, teaching them how to become qualified managers.
Anglie led the logistics personnel behind the 3D printing robots, learning how to build a qualified warship. Of course, whenever Anglie encountered a problem, specialized robots would teach him. This had been Art Student's instruction to Gaia, and Gaia was also constantly monitoring the performance of Anglie and the others.
The civilians who had newly joined Lord of the Stars were learning all kinds of useful knowledge under the guidance of the base's old hands.
The entire warship was exceptionally busy, and no one seemed particularly idle. Of course, lazy people would never have survived in the lower levels of a hive world. Anyone who had survived possessed some special skill.
In the laboratory, Art Student looked at the magazine