"Uh..."
Everyone stared blankly.
Meanwhile.
Over by the fleet of warships.
[Ding! Your mechanical dismantling experience +1] [Ding! Your mechanical dismantling experience +1] [Ding! Your mechanical repair experience -1]
Amid the incessant system notifications ringing in his ears and kaleidoscopic flashes of psionic energy, Sir Awen stood in Warship No. 15's control room, rubbing his temples in exasperation. He watched the Lin-Surnamed Creature he had retrieved through his intervention, who sat on the floor, charred all over, a wrench between his teeth, still utterly engrossed in scribbling notes in a notebook.
"I really didn't want to say this, but Lynn..."
Sir Awen forced himself to take several deep breaths, closing his eyes and struggling to suppress the turbulent emotions in his chest.
"Sure, we captured plenty of warships this time, and we can afford to lose a few. But did it ever occur to you that if I hadn't sped things up, you would've dismantled everything we had before we got here?!"
"If you want to take them apart, do it when we get back! Don't just start dismantling them halfway through a perfectly good trip! And even if you do, why the engines and motherboards?! Can the damn things still fly without those? Is this a game to you?!"
Even someone as well-mannered as Sir Awen was starting to lose his temper.
Because this was truly outrageous!
They had been blowing up ships the entire way, and the number scrapped already ran into double digits!
Why was this place completely deserted? Because everyone had been scared off by the explosions! Even his younger sister had fled to another warship rather than stay with him!
And most importantly.
He didn't care in the slightest whether he died. Every time, he went into free fall along with the ruined