Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

Thanks to [80 Little Orange] for the great massage!

……

When the conversation between the two reached the ears of others, they reacted differently.

Dan Heng didn't care much, his mind replaying the process of Qi Zhimu entering the battlefield and the aura he exuded.

The resentment was the first thing that came to mind, which shows how much hatred they had for the antimatter legion.

As for the fighting style… Dan Heng frowned slightly.

It's too grand and unrestrained... it has a wild and reckless vibe, which fits the style of the sea patrol knight, completely different from the Instant Blood Ember Rainbow of yesteryear.

The scene of someone swinging musical instruments to smash the enemy was just too incongruous.

Perhaps it really is just a coincidence.

After all, when that person sacrificed himself, not even ashes were left behind; his body and soul were completely destroyed. How could he be resurrected?

Even if they could truly be resurrected, how could they possibly not return to the immortal ship and contact their old friends?

The sea patrol knight Zhi Mu before them did not possess any bloodline aura of the Immortal Ship people.

Before long, the group arrived at the main control section.

Himeko and Welt had other important matters to attend to and left first. After confirming on March 7 that the star was temporarily safe, they entrusted Danheng to take care of it, while they themselves led Qi Zhimu to find Estád.

"No rush, March."

"Huh? Didn't you want to see her?"

"The crisis has just passed, and that station manager must be extremely busy right now. Approaching him at this time might backfire."

"That's true. So, what are your plans for the future?"

"I don't know. Going back to the train is the same as staying somewhere else.

Qi Zhimu shrugged and said truthfully:

"As for exploring the space station, given its current state of damage, there's not much to see."

Hearing this, March 7th also shrugged: "Let's check the main control section first? At least this area hasn't been captured by the Legion, so it'll be quieter."

"It's entirely up to the director to decide."

Danheng watched the two leave, glanced at the peacefully sleeping Xing, and then closed his eyes to rest.

……

"Although I haven't been to the Black Tower space station many times, Ms. Black Tower has always been kind to the train crew and has given us a high level of authority."

While walking, Qi Zhimu was also popularizing science.

"For example, the main control module is off-limits to non-space station personnel, but our train crew can, and we can even bring along people we trust, like you."

I am flattered.

"You saved a lot of people on the space station. Actually, you could have done it without me leading the way."

Qi Zhimu remained noncommittal, his gaze sweeping over the staff handling the disaster relief efforts, and he read a sense of worry on the faces of many of them.

As a space station under the name of a genius, how could it be in such a state of chaos when faced with an attack from the antimatter legion?

From the defense department to the management, they will inevitably face scrutiny.

As for Black Tower, no one would dare to question her.

Over the years, the Sea Patrol Rangers have had their fair share of battles of wits and courage against the followers of the Primal Doctor.

Through his interactions with the followers of this notorious genius, Qi Zhimu gained a clear understanding of the common perception of members of the genius club.

That kind of fanaticism is often purer than faith.

Although, in terms of pure ability... any genius deserves this qualification.

And what about morality?

In the adult world, feelings don't carry as much weight as stances.

Qi Zhimu explained the reasons for the staff member's concerns to March 7, as well as related speculations about potential future problems.

After listening to what he said, March 7th expressed his agreement.

"You're right. Estella had expressed similar concerns to us before the Doomsday Beasts appeared."

"What did she say?"

"She said the staff here trusted Ms. Black Tower completely and never imagined that the space station would be breached by the Legion. Compared to the physical injuries, the mental panic was even more terrifying."

"It's good that she realized it; it means that Station Master Está is either an incompetent fool or lacks experience."

Qi Zhimu's opinion of the space station management improved somewhat.

"Losing the sheep is not terrible, as long as we mend the fence early. But if we wait until people's hearts are broken, it will be much more difficult to repair the situation."

March 7th nodded, then sighed.

"I think Estelle did a great job. How should I put it, the main problem is that Lady Black Tower is just leaving things to her own devices."

"Sigh, she's too independent and won't even spare half a second for things she's not interested in."

"All of Estelle's letters went unanswered; she showed no interest in the space station's followers or its artifact warehouse."

"I reckon that if Lady Black Tower hadn't come to retrieve the artifact from Himeko, she probably wouldn't have returned to the space station."

"And once I get my hands on the artifact, I absolutely won't stay there longer than... Hey, Estella, you're here?"

Upon seeing a familiar figure in the distance, March 7th waved and greeted him.

"It's you, Miss March. I'm relieved to see you're all alright. This must be Mr. Zhimu. Thank you so much for saving so many staff members during the crisis. The news has spread throughout the defense department."

Estelle's words were not mere politeness; she was genuinely grateful.

According to reports from relevant staff, the space station's centrifugal force system had previously experienced a brief malfunction, but fortunately, Qi Zhimu eliminated the nearby spies, allowing for timely repairs.

Otherwise, the losses to the space station would be much greater.

"As a token of our gratitude, the space station will pay you a fee. Do you have any additional requests?"

"There's no need for payment. I have a grudge against destruction, and your space station has a good relationship with the Star Train. It's just a favor for me as a passenger." Qi Zhimu waved his hand.

When it comes to interpersonal relationships and social etiquette, the proper procedures still need to be followed; it's not a big deal.

However, if we're going to offer security suggestions and improvement plans for the space station, then we have to handle it strictly as official business.

"Aista, is the damage to the space station particularly severe?" March 7 asked with concern.

Estelle: "It's not particularly serious. Lady Black Tower is on her way to the space station. She wrote me some code along the way, and I just tried it out. The shield is repairing more than three times faster than before."

"Thanks to her, the repair and reconstruction work on the space station can proceed smoothly, only the interior..."

"The moment the star core was removed, even though it was only for a moment, it still eroded the space station, forming a new space known as the Rift."

"The erosion is irreversible, so the space station will likely remain in a semi-fragmented state for a long time."

Upon hearing this, March 7th immediately showed concern.

"This is troublesome. Did Ms. Black Tower say how to resolve this?"

"There is no good solution at the moment; the only option is to increase security personnel and patrol frequency to ensure the safety of the staff's research."

Estelle shook her head, then perked up.

"Mr. Zhi Mu, would it be convenient to exchange contact information?"

"Sure, by the way, I have a side job as an interstellar mercenary. Feel free to place an order with me if you have any problems."

Qi Zhimu added Aistar's private number with a smile and discovered that she was doing something.

Suddenly, my phone beeped.

"This is just a small token of my appreciation. I can't think of a better way to express my gratitude right now, so please accept it."

"You're too kind..."

Qi Zhimu initially didn't think much of it, but when he saw the string of numbers, his eyes twitched.

One zero, three zeros... nine zeros!

A full billion credits!