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The No. 1 workshop of the waste recycling station.

Li Yichen stood in front of the control panel of the atomic forging station again, his finger falling as he imported all the component parameters of the Xuanniao-01 fighter jet into the system.

The plasma chamber lit up with a pale blue light once again.

This time it's not vibranium, so there's no need for the kind of life-threatening operation that involves temperatures of millions of degrees. He could run the forging process of superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy with his eyes closed—but the number of components is large and the shapes are complex; the surface precision of the wing skin alone must be controlled at the micrometer level.

He sat in front of the control panel for an entire day.

He only left twice during that time—once to use the restroom and once to answer a call from Ji Yanran, where he spent thirty seconds explaining that he was "busy".

At 2 a.m., the last set of components slid out of the discharge port.

Ten Terminators lined up and packed hundreds of dark gray alloy components of various sizes into crates, loaded them onto a freight truck, and disappeared into the night.

Destination: Two kilometers away, the independent assembly workshop of the Future Aerospace Group's Precision Experiment Building.

-

Five days later.

The incandescent lights in the assembly workshop were never turned off. Ten Terminator machines worked in shifts, with Ling'er overseeing the entire process. The torque of every rivet and the fit gap of every piece of skin were all accurate to three decimal places.

Li Yichen pushed open the airtight door of the workshop and went inside.

He stopped on the third step.

A tailless fighter jet with an extremely futuristic design sat quietly in the center of the workshop. Its entire body was matte black, and the radar-absorbing coating shimmered with a faint, deep purple glow under the lights. The flat, streamlined fuselage spread out to the sides, without a traditional vertical tail, and the wing and fuselage were seamlessly integrated.

Like a steel bat with its wings folded.

It's like some ancient predator that rises from the deep sea, quietly waiting for its prey to approach.

Li Yichen walked around it once. His fingers slid from the nose of the machine to the exhaust nozzle, feeling its cool, smooth texture. The more he looked at it, the more pleasing it became, and he couldn't suppress the smile playing on his lips.

He turned his head and gestured with his chin toward the holographic figure floating above his watch.

"Come on, let's go for a ride in the sky."

Ling'er's expression was as exaggerated as a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Two tiny hands waved wildly, and the chibi-style figure took three steps back in mid-air: "Bro, are you crazy? You don't even have a pilot's license! And the Xuan Bird isn't even equipped with a pressure-resistant suit interface. Do you know that Mach 8 overload will make you dizzy?!"

Li Yichen glanced at her sideways and sneered.

"A pilot's license is nothing. Besides, where am I supposed to get a fighter jet pilot's license in such a short time? I have you to assist with piloting. As for the pressure suit—"

He took a step back.

Arms slightly outstretched.

In the shadows of a corner of the workshop, a dark black suit of armor seemed to come alive. Its parts disassembled, flew out, and glued together—in less than two seconds, the entire suit of armor covered the body perfectly.

The moment the mask closed, the HUD interface lit up with a cool blue light.

Li Yichen looked at Ling'er through his mask, his tone full of unwavering certainty.

"Isn't this thing a hundred times better than a pressure suit?"

Ling'er opened her mouth, the words of rebuttal stuck in her throat and circled twice before she finally slumped her little head in despair.

"...Fine. Anyway, it's your life to decide. Don't blame me if something goes wrong."

"Enough with the nonsense. Open the hatch."

The cockpit canopy of the Blackbird slid open. The interior space was more compact than expected—there were no traditional instrument panels, only a ring of neural access ports and a semi-enclosed seat. The design logic of the entire cockpit was: the person didn't need to see anything; all information was directly fed into their brain.

Li Yichen sat down sideways, and the back armor of the battle suit precisely engaged with the seat's slots.

Synchronous activation of neural interfaces.

The next instant—the view exploded.

The 360-degree panoramic view of the fighter jet's exterior is directly projected holographically onto the armor's HUD. The incandescent lights in the workshop, the markings on the ground, and the half-closed airtight doors in the distance are all presented in ultra-high definition, with no blind spots and no delay.

Human-machine integration.

He is this fighter jet. The fighter jet is him.

"Hatch closed, airtightness test passed." Ling'er's voice switched into the communication channel, her tone shifting from resistance to tense focus. "Miniature pulse engine warm-up complete, vertical takeoff and landing mode ready."

"Open the workshop roof."

Above, the retractable skylights of the assembly workshop slid to the sides, revealing a patch of dark night sky.

"ignition."

There was no deafening roar.

Only a low, almost inaudible electromagnetic hum came from the belly of the aircraft. The landing gear of the Xuanniao fighter jet left the ground, and the entire aircraft was so light that it did not seem like a metal object weighing more than ten tons—like a black feather lifted by the wind, it rose vertically into the air, silently passing through the skylight and disappearing into the night.

One hundred meters. Three hundred meters. Five hundred meters.

The lights on the ground quickly shrank into tiny dots.

One kilometer.

A sea breeze swept past beneath the wings, carrying a salty, damp scent. On Li Yichen's HUD, the altitude reading fluctuated steadily. The surrounding airspace was clean and clear, with no civilian airliners passing by.

"Full-band stealth enabled."

The radar-absorbing coating on the surface of the Black Bird emitted a very brief, faint glow, and its deep black fuselage, visible to the naked eye, seemed to be swallowed by the night sky—from any angle, there was only emptiness. Radar waves struck it, but not even an echo was retrieved.

Ling'er's data panel updates in real time: "Radar cross-section reduced to zero, infrared signature suppressed below ambient noise. Brother, there's no radar on Earth that can see you right now."

"very good."

Li Yichen's lips curled into a smile behind his mask.

"Hold on tight. Let's see just how fast this bird can fly."

Push the throttle valve all the way down.

The micro-pulse engine unleashes its full power.

A terrifying thrust surged from behind, and the Black Bird, like a pebble launched from a slingshot, instantly broke the sound barrier. There was no sonic boom—the absorbing coating also possessed acoustic suppression capabilities, swallowing all noise within the fuselage surface.

The nose of the plane tilted up 15 degrees and soared straight into the sky.

The speed display on the HUD started jumping wildly.

Mach 2. Mach 3. Mach 5.

The Celestial Armor's power assist system automatically activated, evenly distributing the violent overload force to every inch of his body. Li Yichen felt as if a giant hand was pressing him into the seat, but he was far from reaching his limit—the armor could withstand it.

Mach 7.

The stratosphere. 30,000 meters above the ground.

The air was so thin it was almost a vacuum; the stars no longer twinkled, but instead appeared as countless cold, white specks of light. The earth beneath my feet curved in a visible arc, and the coastline meandered through the darkness like a silver ribbon.

Mach 8.

The speed figures have stabilized.

"We're here! Mach 8! High-speed cruise!" Ling'er's voice trembled slightly—not from fear, but from excitement.

At an altitude of 30,000 meters, amidst a mad dash at eight times the speed of sound, and under the protection of his armor that perfectly counteracted the overload—Li Yichen laughed heartily, his head thrown back.

"That was fucking awesome! This is what flying is all about! Before, when I was wearing the armor, Mach 4 felt like a snail's pace!"

Ling'er rolled her eyes: "Brother, take it easy. Don't step on the gas and crash into the atmosphere. We didn't bring any oxygen tanks."

"Don't spoil the fun." Li Yichen maneuvered his fighter jet in a huge arc, performing a roll at the top of the stratosphere. The feeling of weightlessness surged up and was then suppressed by the armor, making his scalp tingle with pleasure.

Just then, Ling'er's tone suddenly changed.

"Brother, wait a minute."

A red marker appears on the HUD, located 40,000 meters directly below on the sea surface.

"A US intelligence reconnaissance ship has been spotted in international waters below. It's a Ticonderoga-class vessel, equipped with the latest SPY-7 phased array radar. Judging from the signal characteristics... they are conducting maritime calibration tests."

Li Yichen's smile faded by half, but the curve of his lips turned up even higher.

"Oh? A new radar?"

He stared at the red dot for two seconds.

"Perfect. Let's test their anti-interference capabilities for free. Ling'er—activate electromagnetic interference to the maximum, let's fly over their heads and say hello."

Ling'er was stunned for a moment: "...Brother, are you serious?"

"Nonsense. It's a rare opportunity to run into someone like this; it would be a shame not to tease them."

Ling'er clicked her tongue and made a few gestures in the air. "The electromagnetic interference module is fully charged and ready to be released. But brother, they can't see us at all while we're invisible—"

"It's more fun when you can't see it."

The Black Bird turned its nose around and swooped down at Mach 8. The 30,000-meter altitude difference was swallowed up in a few seconds.

It was leveled when it was 2,000 meters above the sea.

Electromagnetic pulse release.

-

The sea below.

The American reconnaissance ship "Blue Ridge".

Inside the operations intelligence center, three radar operators stared listlessly at the regularly sweeping light bars on the screen. The new radar calibration test had been going on for six hours, and all the parameters were so normal they were making them sleepy.

Sudden.

The entire screen exploded into snowflakes.

All the instruments screamed at once—and then died.

It's not just a system crash, it's a complete black screen. Even the emergency backup system isn't responding.

The radar operator sprang from his chair, his headset filled with crackling electrical noise. He ripped off the headset, his voice shrill: "Sir! An unidentified flying object flew overhead at Mach 8! The entire system is down!"

The captain peeked out from behind the command tower, his face clearly saying, "You're kidding me."

"Mach 8? Are you sure?"

"I can see the last frame of data clearly!"

The captain remained silent for three seconds.

"That must be a meteorite."

"A meteorite could release a targeted electromagnetic pulse and burn out our system?!"

The captain's expression changed.

-

At an altitude of 30,000 meters.

The Black Bird has risen back into the stratosphere and is flying southeast at cruising speed.

Li Yichen was laughing so hard in the cockpit that he almost fell over, and his breathing stopped several times behind his mask.

"Haha—Ling'er, did you see that? All the lights on that ship are out!"

Ling'er tilted her head, her expression a mix of helplessness and amusement: "I saw it. Brother, all the pranks you've ever played in your life don't compare to this one."

"This isn't a prank, it's a free quality inspection. It saved them tens of millions of dollars in testing fees—you're welcome."

Ling'er ignored him and silently recorded the flight data.

The black bird traced an unknown arc across the night sky, turning back along its predetermined route. Twenty minutes later, it landed silently on the open ground of the space base, just as it had arrived, descending vertically so lightly that it didn't even stir up the dust on the ground.

The canopy rises.

Li Yichen stood up, his armor mask sliding open to the sides, revealing his face flushed from the lingering adrenaline.

He jumped off the wing and took a deep breath of the cold air carrying the sea breeze.

Turn around.

His gaze passed over the black fuselage of the Black Bird and landed on the giant, silver-gray enclosed dock a few hundred meters away.

The 30-meter-high silhouette stood silently in the night, the gantry crane's tracks reflecting the moonlight. Inside, it was empty, waiting to be filled.

Li Yichen stared at the enormous thing for five seconds.

"We have the mechs. We have the fighter jets too."

His voice wasn't loud, half of it carried away by the sea breeze. But the intensity in his tone was heavier than Mach 8.

"Next—"

He raised his right hand and pointed his index finger toward the dock.

"It's time to build them a nest."

Ling'er peeked out from behind the watch, following the direction of his finger.

The sea breeze made Li Yichen's unbuttoned jacket rustle. Moonlight shone on his profile, reflecting in his eyes the empty shell that was about to give birth to a steel behemoth.

"Space-based aircraft carrier - construction officially begins."