"My lord, please allow me to introduce myself."
"My name is Xing Meng. I once worked in the Starhorn Clan's machinery depot."
"I have some knowledge of every kind of mechanical technology. I wouldn't dare claim mastery of them all, but operating a single Beehive Hangar would be child's play for me."
"If you require it, my lord, I can even use the Workbench to make specialized modifications to the drones in the Beehive Hangar, adapting them for combat in different environments."
Xing Meng's voice was steady and confident, without the slightest hint of panic.
Su Ye raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes.
A former employee of the Starhorn Clan's machinery depot?
I'd really found a treasure.
"Besides that, we of the Starhorn Clan possess certain abilities that don't appear on our status panels. They're racial talents, as natural to us as eating and drinking."
Xing Meng pointed to the long, swordlike horn on his forehead, which shimmered with specks of starlight.
"Star Sense, for example."
"With my star horn as its center, this ability allows me to sense fluctuations in the environment within a certain range around me. It's essentially an invisible radar."
"Even amid difficult road conditions or fog, I can find my bearings by observing the stars or sensing faint particles of starlight. I will never lose my way."
"Then there's Star-Mark Lock."
"Once my star horn has locked onto a drone or mechanical construct, even if powerful electromagnetic interference cuts off its signal, I can still use the connection through its star mark to pinpoint its position and operating status, and make fine adjustments to its controls."
Xing Meng looked earnestly at Su Ye, his eyes shining with a desire to prove himself. "If you don't believe me, my lord, I can