Chapter 503: Self-Iteration

As everyone knows, the Star Alliance is not a single huge civilization but a coalition of tens of thousands of big and small civilizations, with intertwined powers and extreme complexity.

Iron Law is merely the largest of those civilizations; relying on the Ship Life invented by Yuan, they gradually developed into a military-technology conglomerate, absorbing any usable technology into the Iron Law Star Alliance.

The dissolution of the Iron Law Star Alliance also refers to those restless civilizations under the Star Alliance; as the Iron Law Star Alliance's control weakens, these civilizations plot to break away from the Star Alliance.

All this is thanks to the Gene Star Alliance's extremely long-lasting invasion; do you remember how Xiao Jiu was born? That was a civilization choosing to independently research Ship Life to avoid becoming cannon fodder.

The technology they obtained is flawed, and they hold a very poor impression of the Iron Law Star Alliance; all this is the Gene Star Alliance's plot, for biology offers far more possibilities than machinery, and their secretly carried out plan goes far beyond this.

In this conflict sparked from within the civilizations, the biggest threat instead became the bystanders, and the cause of this situation is merely that the civilizations are still too prosperous.

When living beings are full, they like to scheme something else; only when a civilization is forced to desperation by natural disaster will there be a praiseworthy epic.

Led by Yuan, the Iron Law Star Alliance began appeasing and suppressing the lower civilizations; once Xiao Jiu's colossal beast form was revealed, few civilizations wanted to continue fighting to the death.

The technology for producing this superweapon even surprised Yuan; she could not replicate an identical one based on the existing Xiao Jiu and Qiong—who would have thought you, kid, secretly created such a superweapon?

Although an adult Deep Space Giant Beast's size can rival a small star, Zhang Jie removed vast amounts of flesh during production, so when transferred to Xiao Jiu's body it is less than one-tenth, yet even so Xiao Jiu can still gulp down an entire planet in one bite.

This point was spread by Yuan; she wants the whole universe to know what an extraordinary person you are, and with you, resolving other natural disasters is merely a matter of time.

They demand Chen hand you over; even as a corpse, current technology has ways to revive you, but they fear Chen won't care about these at all.

In fact, he indeed ignored these, merely relying on the Gene Star Alliance, constantly pulling at the other civilizations of the Iron Law Star Alliance, trying to muddy the waters further.

On this side, Yuan was elected by the council as the new Star Sea Leader....

Forget the new term; just being temporary is fine.

Before, they had also nominated me.

Having come to this, it is no longer just a conflict between Yuan and Chen.

Stabilize the interior, strike the Gene Star Alliance, repay them in kind; the interior of the Gene Star Alliance is also not a monolith.

Chen is at most just a small pawn of the Gene Star Alliance.

Hmm, good, since we've reached an agreement, let's settle it like this.

Then... how are those few little things?

They're okay...

Xiao Jiu has now completely transformed into the wrathful Great Fortune; her skull has smashed four supergiant warships, and satellite‑sized ones are chewed like peanuts.

Keep an eye on her.

Good.

Yuan gazes at the starry sky; her pitiful student has just obtained a sample of entropy disaster, hasn't even begun researching it, and already got messed up.

Hope he's still alive....

The outside chaos has nothing to do with you; right now you're pondering what to eat for dinner—whether it's strange‑tasting beast meat or a nameless fruit.

It doesn't matter; in short, you have now produced two crude wooden smart‑machines; though made of wood, this is already the toughest and hardest material you can obtain.

The DIY journey is countless times harder than you imagined; no scrap iron means no raw materials or various rare metals, and no scrap means no usable plastics or organic matter.

By this comparison, perhaps Garbage Star is the best place to stay....

But facts are often cruel; you discover that the metal resources in the area where you landed are pitifully scarce, completely unfavorable for development.

But as long as you acquire enough metal, you can hand‑craft a metal printer of extremely high precision; once this thing appears, you will have crossed the difficult early stage.

You found bauxite!

You found a sulfuric acid lake!

To collect sulfuric acid, you lost half a simple smart‑machine!!!

You discovered an iron ore cave!!!

You created three simple smart‑machines!!!

You successfully survived the harsh pioneering period! You have now officially entered the strange Iron Age!!!

Why call it a strange Iron Age? Because whose benevolent Iron Age has a metal printer?!

Atomic‑level printing is basically something only civilizations that have already entered interstellar space can achieve; it cannot appear in an Iron Age civilization.

But with this, you can boldly begin expanding your civilization's territory!

You created basic smart‑machines! Under the Nightmare's intelligence, you let them self‑iterate, self‑update, mine, chop trees, manufacture—basically everything can be left to them.

With your hands freed, you began complex assembly; you tried to contact the interstellar network, but obviously you failed.

This god‑forsaken place can't even connect to the star net—just where in the world is this?

You began hand‑crafting a jump drive; this requires many things, but for your self‑replicating smart‑machines, it's nothing.

Every day, your smart‑machine army gains another large batch; the Nightmares in your mind are not just one, but most of the time it's merely that original giant Nightmare talking to you.

This time, these Nightmares are useful; although the basic smart‑machines have low computing power, through their self‑iteration high‑power products soon appear—this is the terror of smart‑machines.

Who knows if this will provoke a smart‑machine disaster, but whatever—let's go out first and talk later!

With your continual effort, a warship begins to gradually take shape.....

(How did all you godfathers spend New Year's?)

(No good, it's the Year of the Horse—I need to think of a word like 'the more snakes the more'.)