Star Fleet, Starting with Datafication

It lacks the awe-inspiring darkness of the vast universe, yet is even more mysterious and illusory.

As Qingyang's will and spirit, comparable to a higher dimension, appeared, the boundless illusory mist and spiritual energy suddenly surged, and the terrifying spiritual energy could not threaten Qingyang's powerful will in the slightest.

In terms of willpower, which T5 commander doesn't possess a high-level will and spirit?!

Through the turbulent illusory mist, Qingyang's spiritual power instantly locked onto the object at the center of this illusory space—a huge illusory ring!

A massive, intangible ring, a light-year in diameter, emitting a faint glow, emanated a terrifying, solidified spiritual energy and mental power that permeated the vast celestial realm.

"An aggregate of will without emotion, possessing basic instincts and a faint consciousness, is interesting."

Although the quantity was inferior, Qingyang was not afraid at all. Instead, he looked at the ring in front of him with great interest.

A realization dawned on him: "Is it similar to the Sky Realm management program?"

The enormous ring before us, constantly permeated with spirit and psychic energy, is not absorbing the surrounding illusory mist and psychic energy, but rather maintaining a certain balance in this space.

For every psychic energy used by real civilizations and individuals, an equal or greater amount of illusory mist and psychic energy is extracted from individuals who die naturally or from extinct civilizations in the Evergreen Starfield.

The celestial realm reflects reality, and reality also reflects the celestial realm.

Although slow, it is still commendable.

With a perfect celestial realm, the potential and quality of civilizations in the galaxy are unlikely to be too bad. If a similar backtracking cleanup and screening is carried out on this basis.

The surviving civilizations can indeed be described as high-quality.

"It has to be said that any growth model established by the universe without subjective consciousness will not be simple," Qingyang exclaimed in admiration.

Although it is not as efficient as the selection method of the vast universe, it can basically retain 90% of high-potential civilizations and will not result in too many cases of being buried.

However, given the lack of sufficient 'family assets'.

This screening method, which combines both the celestial realm and warfare, is equally excellent.

Having determined that the Heavenly Realm was useless to him, Qingyang did not linger. If he were still in the Alliance, he might have tried to transform that large ring into a psionic computer, but for now, he decided against it.

The Eternal Fleet's technology does not yet support this.

Back on the Eternal, Qingyang quickly transmitted what he had seen and heard to the device through digital spirit.

It was then handed over to a major scientific research institution.

It must be said that the psionic environment of the Evergreen Starfield is truly unique. Many devices that operate sluggishly and require an artificial psionic environment to function in the wider universe run extremely smoothly here.

Dozens of auxiliary psionic devices, such as psionic core extractors, psionic mental computers, psionic analyzers, and psionic extractors, can be used.

I originally thought it would just gather dust.

Compared to data technology, psionic technology devices are more suitable for researching microscopic technologies related to psionic energy, willpower, and higher-dimensional energy at the same technological level.

Therefore, almost all technological civilizations will get involved in psionic technology starting from level six or seven.

It is comparable to high-dimensional technology, yet simpler.

Furthermore, the efficiency and success rate of advancing higher-dimensional technologies can be even higher through psionic technology.

As for the Alliance, it was unclear before, but now the Alliance is a genuine all-around civilization, with its machinery, psionic energy, energy, cultivation, biology, and so on reaching the pinnacle of its capabilities.

The Alliance is the kind of team that dares to use Void technology and biotechnology against Void swarms.

The Starsea Human Alliance actually used biological weapons to mass produce troops and defeated a dominant Zerg swarm and several giant Zerg swarms.

However, because biological weapons did not conform to the Alliance's aesthetic standards, they ultimately failed to shake the Alliance's position as a data mechanical legion.

Of course, that's not all. Under the premise that the combat power is not much different, the mechanical style is more adaptable to the diversity of weapons.

Time passed quickly.

Four months passed in the blink of an eye.

Central Star Region.

Looking at the endless mechanical army, Qingyang was quite satisfied.

The hundreds of Level 7 industrial megastructures derived from the Tiangong megastructure produced tens of millions of mechanical warships in just two or three months.

Among them are many high-intensity war units such as mechanical star destroyers, star fortresses, and even mechanical warplanes.

Seeing this, Qingyang could no longer suppress his desire to explore the new universe.

"Lilith, immediately dispatch reconnaissance fleets to all celestial regions within a range of billions of light-years."

Attention all members of the Eternal Fleet! Prepare to proceed to the largest celestial region within the star map's area!

"Yes!"

Chapter 183 The Young Panhumans on the Slave Ship

Linkamo Cluster.

The Northern Galaxy.

In the vast and desolate starry sky, space surged and rippled. A disc-shaped spaceship with a diameter of two thousand kilometers suddenly leaped out of hyperspace, followed closely by hundreds of floating warships with a diameter of seventy or eighty kilometers!

Some of the passing spaceships immediately avoided them, while a few that appeared more powerful and advanced approached them, their various creatures revealing excitement.

It seems we've discovered something interesting.

"The slave arena of the Cape Clan? I'm so lucky to have ended up here by random navigation."

"Yes, even the Cape Slave Arena only has eighty-five in the Cape Empire, and the slave battles and duels held there are famous far and wide."

I thought the only way to see it was at a fixed venue within the Cape Canaveral Empire, but I was wrong.

"I wonder what good stuff they have this time. Although they are slaves from civilizations of level three or below, they should be pretty good after being nurtured in the Kajiao Arena."

"I hope I can find a Psionic Chosen One on Taobao, hahaha!"

"..."

Surrounded by seemingly normal, wealthy and noble spaceships, numerous creatures excitedly discussed among themselves, always thrilled to witness the slaves' fierce battles.

At the same time, a sense of pride and honor in one's own civilization will arise spontaneously, which is why the arena of competition is tacitly allowed to exist by many powerful civilizations.

They even offered their support.

The two-thousand-kilometer-level disc at the very center is the arena for the corner battle!

Within just a few hours, news of the slave arena's arrival spread to most corners of the surrounding hundreds of thousands of light-years, and countless wealthy people from level five and six civilizations quickly sailed to this place.

The slave competition arena, and the slave rest area.

The dark, narrow, beehive-like bottom floor was the slave quarters, a tiny area of ​​just five square meters containing only beds and facilities resembling toilets.

This is a 'mansion' that only elite slaves who have won many battles are qualified to live in.

More slaves would be crammed into long, dark rooms, about thirty meters long and three meters high, where thirty species of roughly similar races would sleep together.

Or it could simply be a giant frame hanging with countless silicon-based, mechanical, or special crystalline paper species, slaves, and all sorts of strange creatures.

In one of the living rooms, a small five-square-meter room housed two figures, one large and one small.

The smaller one is only about 1.2 meters tall.

If you look closely, you'll find that they are actually a pair of pan-human father and son!

The father, who is about two meters tall, has well-defined muscles all over his body, covered with hideous scars. The young boy is asleep on the iron bed next to him, looking quite at ease.

The man looked at the child on the bed and smiled gently. Then he stretched out his hands and stared blankly at the several scars on his palms. A look of determination and helplessness appeared in his eyes.

A steadfast commitment to protecting children.

The helplessness of being a slave.

The man's consciousness drifted, recalling the enormous spaceship that had inexplicably landed on a civilized planet eight years ago, and his expression turned somber: "If only humanity were powerful."

That way they don't have to be treated as objects of interest.

They fight and struggle for survival all day long.

Unfortunately, no if.

The Deep Cloud Federation is merely a Level 3 civilization, and even then, it's only a Level 3 beginner civilization.

There are only a few hundred habitable planets in total.

But he doesn't blame his own civilization.

Because he witnessed his own civilization send nearly half of its army to the border planet in an attempt to resist in order to protect its people, but the enemy was too powerful.

Ultimately, tens of millions of people were captured, a significant portion of whom were children. It is unknown what became of their compatriots in other slave arenas.

In this arena of competition, only the father and son remain alive.

The future seems bleak.

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"Number 73! Get ready to start. You have one hour to warm up."

This is a gene optimization agent for inferior type 2.

Suddenly, the door was violently flung open, and a four-legged, four-armed creature with a single horn strode in, its head resembling that of a praying mantis.

It is the species belonging to the famous Level 6 peak civilization of this star cluster—the Cape Empire.

Its national strength is second only to the level 7 civilization that rules this star cluster, making it one of the most powerful level 6 civilizations.

Number 73 didn't speak, but took the potion floating in front of the Kajiao tribe and silently injected it into his body.

This is a low-quality medicine; its function is to enhance the weak overall genetic strength and nourish the body.

It also provides a small amount of nutrition, ensuring that users have enough nutrients to absorb without needing to eat for the next ten days, with no side effects.

The inferior gene serums used for slaves by the Cape Empire were actually high-end products that no level three or four civilization could possibly research.

Number 73 remained silent, gazing at the Kajiao tribe before him.

The Kajiao tribe noticed Number 73's gaze.

She glanced at the boy on the bed, snorted coldly, and tossed out a nutrient solution: "This is a reward for surviving thirteen consecutive competitions. Remember, if you die, your offspring will be added to the competition's training list."

A fierce competition for training, a brutal life-or-death selection process where only one in a hundred survives.

Number 73 nodded indifferently and bent down to pour the medicine into his son's mouth.