[The Eternals are the greatest nemesis of the Psychic Powers. Master, you will know this later.]

After hearing Fu Yao's words, Chen An had all kinds of guesses in his mind.

"Fuyao, you are not the Eternal One, are you?"

【Hehe, you can continue to guess】

"Are you a combination of the Eternal and the Psychic? You sacrificed yourself to become an intelligent computer to help me?"

[Master is so smart, he can come up with such an outrageous idea]

After guessing for a while, Chen An lost interest and went back to his room to rest.

The days that followed were relatively uneventful, but as the exploration of the fragments of civilization was completed, the atmosphere in the star field began to become tense again.

Chen An didn't care because he was happily collecting resources.

The trading market of the Star Domain Network has been open for a long time. Chen An took this opportunity to purchase a large amount of No. 77 ore and has already collected enough materials for a space patrol ship.

By early November, two of the conditions for the train to be upgraded to a star had been met, with only one war remaining.

Chen An is used to sitting in the driver's seat and sliding the screen to check the situation of each galaxy.

"Who can fight? I can't hold back any longer."

If he hadn't been worried about the consequences, he would have attacked the Blue Bird man next door long ago.

"With my current strength, I can kill the Blue Avian within three hours without using the Transcendent Railgun."

"The Triangle Man can be spared. After all, Eclipse is such a nice guy. Last week he gave me 50 tons of 77 ore for free."

Just as he was muttering, Fuyao suddenly gave a reminder.

[Information arrives from the Star Domain Network: The Crystalworm Civilization has declared war on the Mantis Civilization.]

Chen An cheered himself up and asked Fuyao to turn on the screen.

The screen showed that the train of the Crystalworm civilization was entering the outer circle of Galaxy No. 2, and various ellipsoidal warships were released, indicating the rhythm of a fight to the death.