Chapter 918: Have Been Here (Part III)

In a dark and empty star sector, one can see the light of newborn stars. Stars that have not yet reached their prime are not that bright, but they have already left traces in the universe.

Beside a newborn star, a small human figure floated among a pile of messy debris, helplessly covering his forehead.

This pile of debris was very huge and messy, with everything. Some looked like cabins, some looked like docks, and some were clearly propulsion components of a spaceship.

Polaris sighed deeply. He looked at Blue Spirit beside him and said, "Are you serious? You said, let me classify all the things alone, even down to the location of the components, and then assemble them roughly to let them restore their original shape?"

Blue Spirit, standing on one of the fragments, nodded and said, "Of course, you don't need to design it. This is the design drawing provided by Tony Stark."

"The following is his original words—in the previous transportation, we have already recovered more than 95% of the components of the spaceship and starport. Theoretically speaking, we can piece it back together."

"Of course, I don't require it to still work normally after piecing it back together. You just need to let them restore their original state."

"I..." Polaris opened his mouth and was stunned for at least twenty seconds before he said, "... Do you want to hear what you are saying??!!"

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"Since you want a finished product that can work, why did you let the spaceship ram into it???"

Blue Spirit shrugged, opened the communicator fixed on his arm, and Stark's voice came from inside. He said, "It seems you didn't listen to the pre-war plan at all."

"This flagship is no longer the latest warship of the Skrull Empire. When that Skrull General drove it out, it had already been in service for many years. Plus, after being left vacant for so many years, G'iah couldn't take care of maintenance, and the ship's condition was already very worrying."

"Its size is too big, it has too many gun ports, excessive firepower, and it is very ostentatious. It might also have communication devices connecting to other Skrull spaceships that we don't know about. In short, it is very difficult for humans to digest this big spaceship."

"But even so, the Skrull Empire's flagship adopted a special casting method. Most of the existing weapons and cutting equipment of humans cannot open the spaceship. We can't rely on me alone to cut it, right?"

"Besides, it's a bit too regrettable to just cut it into pieces like this, and that stingy Shiler won't agree."

"He wishes he could dig two gold bricks out of a trash can lid. If a big spaceship is scrapped like this, the last sentence I hear before I die will definitely be his complaining."

"He wants to use this ship to exchange for an old starport of the Kree. That is the data we previously obtained from the Kree frigate's map. That old starport's technology is also relatively backward, but it is very suitable for humans."

"But similarly, we can't drag this starport away. This Skrull flagship is not a shuttle boat, and the mage's portal is not big enough. We have no way to escape the crime scene at the fastest speed."

"The best way is to smash them both, and then utilize the mage's portal technology to move them back in batches."

"Although we can just let them stay broken like this, and then study the technology of each component separately, but since you mutants have such strong abilities, why can't you assemble them back together? Isn't this just like playing with building blocks?"

"Playing with building blocks..." Polaris covered his face with both hands and said, "Tony Stark, although I can't dig two gold bricks out of a trash can lid, I can definitely make the trash can lid behind you fly to the back of your head, making you wake up a bit!!"

"How could I possibly assemble these things together??!! Even with the design drawing, do you know how many fragments there are here? I can't even recognize which parts these fragments belong to!! Just like these two pieces..."

Polaris waved his hand, and two fragments about as tall as him floated over. These two fragments were both pitch black, had no marks on them, and their shapes and sizes were almost exactly the same. From the design drawing Stark gave, it was impossible to see where these things should be installed.

"I don't even require you to tell me which component these things should be installed on. You just need to tell me which of these two things is the starport's, and which is the spaceship's..."

Stark snorted coldly and said, "The piece on your right is a fragment of the starport foundation. The metal exposed at its broken part has a very obvious support structure, while the fragment on the left is a fragment of the spaceship, and it is a fragment of the support part below the gun port, because it has obvious anti-high-temperature coating and anti-shock structure..."

"Lorna." Stark didn't use that sarcastic tone to call Polaris's name for the first time. He said very seriously, "I can responsibly tell you that what you can do is much more than you imagine."

"Perhaps, you are very tired now, and you are still far from your limit. I don't know why you are always unwilling to use this kind of power of yours, but now, the arrow is on the string and must be fired."

"After the things are assembled, we will drag the starport to the edge of the solar system for future spaceships to dock, and the entire big spaceship is the reward for the mutants' efforts in this plan."

Hearing this, Polaris felt his heart jump violently. He repeated, "What did you say??!! As long as I can piece the spaceship together, this spaceship is ours??!!"

"Yes, you heard it right. If you piece the spaceship back together now, then you can drive it back directly, drive it to the side of the Andromeda Galaxy's Sky Island. I believe the indigenous people of the Andromeda Galaxy will very much welcome you."

Polaris swallowed hard. He heard the sound of his heart beating violently and said with some disbelief, "You mean to say... the mutants are about to have a spaceship??!! And such a big, such a magnificent spaceship..."

"That's right. Although for you and Magneto, a spaceship is not very important, but after all, if mutants want to relocate on a large scale, at least they must have a transport ship. You are moving, not fleeing. You can't rely on willpower to carry through cosmic radiation, right?"

"The mutants are going to relocate on a large scale?????" Polaris's fingertips trembled slightly. He said, "Is this... is this Professor X's decision?"

"No, this is your decision. You can repair this spaceship, and naturally, you can drive it to transport the mutants who are not living well to Sky Island. But if you can't repair it, then the relocation matter might have to wait."

After hanging up the communication, Blue Spirit leaned over with some concern and said, "Wait, Lorna, don't get excited. Your breathing frequency is wrong. Calm down... Yes, deep breath, follow me and breathe... in... breathe... out... breathe... in... breathe... out..."

Polaris pressed his chest, closed his eyes, swallowed again, and said with a trembling voice, "Do you know? Do you know... Blue Spirit, I don't even have my own house, because the neighbors don't agree with the landlord selling the house to mutants. I also don't have my own car, because it's very difficult for mutants to apply for a driver's license..."

"But now, I'm about to have my own spaceship! As long as I can piece it together, I can even drive it away... Oh, wait, even if I can piece it together physically, how do I start it?"

Polaris lowered his head and looked at the design drawing. He said, "The starting system of this kind of thing must be very complicated, right? That Stark is used to bragging. Maybe he is just trying to trick me into putting in more effort..."

But then, he thought about it again and said, "However, even if I can only piece it together, I can drag it back to Andromeda. Even if I can't, I can find... forget it, let's piece it together and try first. It's just a bigger Lego block anyway."

Seeing the terrible greedy light flashing in Polaris's eyes, Blue Spirit retreated a little and said, "Lorna, I'm leaving first. If you have anything, call me anytime."

Polaris could no longer hear any sound. He closed his eyes and began to concentrate on feeling the magnetic field.

The magnetic field is a very wonderful thing. Everything causes changes in the magnetic field, and the things Polaris can control are more than the magnetic field. His ability is not essentially different from Magneto's.

In daily life, the reason his performance is far from Magneto's is that he has been resisting digging deep into his abilities.

But this time, Polaris felt a flame named greed ignited in his chest.

That was not a small house, not an ordinary car, but a spaceship, the flagship of the most advanced civilization in the universe. No need to buy, no need to apply, he only needs to exert his ability to assemble it.

After calming down, Polaris first used his ability to scan all the fragments, looking for clues on them.

But soon, he discovered that with his current control over magnetic force, he could not be precise to every part of the component. He must feel the magnetic field more precisely.

However, limited by the human body, he found that he could no longer touch more.

After a pause of a few seconds, in mid-air, Polaris's figure disappeared. He temporarily transformed his life form and completely merged with the magnetic field.

Then, his sense of touch became more sensitive, spreading to every corner of the mechanical parts, and then began to penetrate inward, feeling the composition of matter.

The subtle changes in the magnetic field were clearly visible, and the friction between molecules was deafening. When identifying the ownership of parts from a microscopic level, everything became very simple.

In just over ten minutes, thousands of broken parts were divided into two groups and then gradually began to combine.

And in this process, Polaris must release enough power to control all the components of the entire huge spaceship, perform precise combinations, remove the parts damaged by the explosion, and combine the parts that could be connected in the most suitable way.

The design drawing in mid-air floated slowly. The shape of a fragment matched the component in the design drawing. Instantly, the part returned to its place, and Polaris's figure appeared again.

Before him, the huge spaceship had restored its basic image. Although part of the external body with paint was left at the accident site, it did not affect the overall composition of the spaceship.

But Polaris frowned. Clearly, things were not going smoothly.

After several hours of integration and splicing, he found that he could not make the spaceship assemble. Although the spaceship had restored its overall structure, it was actually still a pile of fragments piled together.

Polaris felt that he could not conjure glue out of thin air, and there was no glue specifically used for bonding spaceships.

Therefore, he could only seek another method, which was to connect them with magnetic force.

But this was not easy. The splicing point of each fragment and other components was different, and one move affected the whole body. If one place was not bonded well, it would all fall apart.

This was a boring, repetitive, and very laborious job. Polaris stayed in this empty cosmic space for a full week.

He already didn't know how many times his power had been exhausted. He only knew that from the beginning of not being able to bond three parts in an hour, to the end, he could perfectly bond dozens of groups of parts within ten minutes. All his power was liberated, repeatedly tempered, and improved.

Then, Polaris discovered that he had a better way to complete all this.

Magnetic force was not the end, but the starting point. Above this, there was a broader microscopic world that opened its door to him.

The movement and engagement between molecules, the friction of collisions within molecules, were more subtle, more powerful, and more precisely controllable.

Small thousand factors, great thousand worlds, everything is under control.

When Polaris opened his eyes, his body was still tiny compared to the huge spaceship, but this magnificent spaceship was like a loyal giant, swearing allegiance to him.

The moment Polaris reached out his hand, his hair danced, a point of light bloomed, and countless streams of light slid across the hull.

The traces of the explosion slowly disappeared, as if time were flowing backward. The components fit together at an extremely strange but very reasonable angle, like a wound healing, and then re-constituted into a whole.

When he was crowned, he must bestow rebirth upon the loyal.

At this moment, Polaris's fear of losing control of his ability began to dissipate, because he finally understood the reason why Magneto dared to release and utilize power.

Magnetic force is not their weapon, but themselves. Planets are not their residence, but children in their embrace.

In this boundless universe, they are the sea. ===== CHAPTER 919 =====

The moment Polaris reached out her hand, her hair began to dance, a point of light bloomed, and countless streams of light slid across the ship's hull.

The traces of the explosion slowly vanished, as if time were flowing backward; the components adhered to one another at an extremely bizarre yet strangely logical angle, like a healing wound, reconstructing themselves into a whole.

When she is crowned, she shall bestow rebirth upon the loyal.

At this moment, Polaris's fear of losing control of her power began to dissipate, for she finally understood the reason why Magneto dared to unleash and utilize his power.

Magnetism is not their weapon, but their very essence; planets are not their dwelling place, but children held in their embrace.

In this boundless, infinite universe, they are the ocean.