"This is most likely a Machine Race spaceship. According to the database, a Machine Race spaceship this big has to be at least F-class!"
"Wait, that doesn't make sense. If an F-class Machine Race spaceship were functioning normally, we shouldn't be able to detect it."
Only fairly powerful Machine Race Immortals could own F-class Machine Race spaceships.
How could the scanner aboard a D9-class human spaceship detect something of that caliber?
"So let's go take a look." You Mo smiled.
If it really was a Machine Race spaceship of that class, how much would it be worth? It seemed he had made the right choice coming here.
"It could also be a junk ship, like our transport. It looks big, but it's actually garbage," the intelligent assistant, which had taken the form of a little dragon, couldn't resist retorting.
"Shut the hell up!"
As they approached the enormous pyramid spaceship, which stood 120 kilometers tall, You Mo pondered how to claim it.
"Little Dragon, do you have any way to pilot it?"
"What are you thinking? My intelligence level is nowhere near high enough. Just put it straight into your World Ring, then sell it once you're done transforming your tenth of the galaxy."
"Human Race experts will help deal with it then. If it really is an F-class Machine Race spaceship and you want to keep it, you'll have to pay for the other half."
"With your tiny fortune, how could you possibly afford that?"
Whoosh!
You Mo controlled his World Ring and stored the 120-kilometer-tall pyramid spaceship inside.
"Well? Is it an F-class Machine Race spaceship?"
"You're one lucky brat." Little Dragon rolled his eyes. This brat was far too lucky. They had scanned it several times and even attacked it with the D9-class Spaceship.
The pyramid spaceship