The following morning, the news channels in Gray Harbor aired snippets of the "dozens of minor incidents at the hotel entrance." However, the reports were vague, clearly lacking clarity on the preceding events. Nonetheless, some whispers on the network pointed further toward the tension between a certain mercenary commander and Herman, clearly information leaked by well-connected insiders.

Yang Ying dismissed the news with a chuckle. In the chaotic asteroid belt, such incidents happened almost daily, and aside from the parties involved, they were quickly forgotten.

After breakfast, Yang Ying proceeded to a large workshop on the first floor of the base, a dedicated area for technological modification. He had a private workbench here, intended for his experiments while studying technical documentation.

As the commanding officer, Yang Ying needed a sufficient grasp of the weaponry utilized by his forces. This was still the nascent stage, and the sheer volume of astronomical figures within the data was vast and complex; a single small component could have instructions spanning a hundred pages, and an ordinary circuit involved several hundred components. The intricate details could even cause confusion in Yang Ying’s memory, enhanced as it was by his psychic abilities.

Yet, this only underscored the necessity of mastering this knowledge quickly, lest he fall too far behind.

The workshop housed several hundred researchers. All of them were high-IQ clones cultivated specifically for researching and mastering science and technology, drawn from the major human research facilities within Palm Interstellar—not a single outsider among them.

The technical data here required the highest level of secrecy from the outside world; even the slightest leak would not be good news for Yang Ying.

Yang Ying exchanged greetings with the researchers, then moved to his workbench, retrieving his coveralls from a nearby rack and donning them. The workbench before him was already cluttered with various instruments and components.

Human technology was built upon electricity; no matter how advanced, its progress continued along this foundation, and the same held true for the Human race in the interstellar expanse. The basis of their technology remained circuitry, which channeled the power of various components.

Even a warship as formidable as a Battlecruiser was internally connected by circuits, albeit circuits far more advanced than those known to Earth humans.

This difference in technological foundation was precisely why fusion between the Human and Divine races’ technology was so difficult. The humans relied on circuits and electrical energy, while the Gods relied on crystals and psychic power. Merging the two was not something that could be achieved merely by talking about it.

Yang Ying cleared a section of the tabletop, retrieved a new circuit board and various components, positioning them under the microscope. Then, using the full-spectrum projector integrated into his wrist, he cast the design schematic of the circuit casing, studying it intently before beginning his work with a clear plan in mind.

This circuit board allowed the components to exert their function, capable of generating an cloaked area through the refraction of light—a most fundamental application of Human optical camouflage technology, which served as an excellent aid for Yang Ying’s understanding of the cloaking effect.

Human equipment manufacturing had already achieved mechanization and assembly line standardization; manual labor was only required in teaching and experimentation.

Because Yang Ying had persisted with his Rubik’s Cube practice, his ability to focus his mental energy on a single task had dramatically improved. His eyes remained fixed on the circuit board, yet the schematic diagram overlaid itself onto the board in his mind. His hands moved with almost divine assistance, soldering every component onto the board flawlessly, with not a single misplaced connection.

Though there were no errors, it wasn't a cause for great celebration. This was merely copying the pattern; even a high school student could manage it. It served only to familiarize him with the circuitry, providing a deeper tactile understanding of each component's specific role during the soldering process.

Upon completion, Yang Ying looked up, turning the finished board over and examining it closely. He found no signs of misplaced connections. The board was dotted predominantly with transparent components resembling tiny light bulbs; these were the most crucial elements for light distortion, the very things enabling the cloaking effect.

Yang Ying set the board down, retrieved a small power supply from beneath the workbench, connected two wires to the circuit board, and switched the power on. The board immediately began to dissolve into the air, vanishing completely in just over a second.

Yang Ying observed the effect and noted that the desktop appeared as if nothing had ever rested there. He reached out to touch the spot where the circuit board had been; the sensation on his fingers confirmed the board was still physically present.

He lifted the circuit board slightly in one hand, feeling its weight, yet visually, it seemed as if his hand was empty.

The experiment was a complete success. Yang Ying shut off the power, and the circuit board reappeared in his hand.

Just then, his communicator chimed.

“Is there something you need of me now?” Yang Ying answered, seeing Kalia on the screen and responding casually.

“Sir, negotiations with the Kussen Corps have concluded,” Kalia reported with a serious expression.

“So quickly?” Yang Ying sounded slightly surprised. He had only recently returned from Kussen, and they had already reached an agreement.

“Yes. The Kussen Corps was very amenable, quickly agreeing to most of the demands we put forward. However, only after we finished did we learn that the Kussen Corps is currently facing a major crisis and urgently needs our assistance; otherwise, they wouldn't have been so forthcoming. If we had known, we should have stalled for a few more days, and they would have accepted all our terms,” Kalia sounded somewhat regretful.

“What were the specific gains?” Yang Ying inquired curiously. He remembered Kalia’s initial draft was a rather harsh treaty. If the Kussen Corps had agreed to everything, the Terran Mercenary Group could have practically controlled half of Kussen.

“Agreements on intelligence resource sharing, recruitment of peripheral personnel, and investment tax exemptions were all passed. Additionally, the two billion Mega-Energy Locks were secured without compromise,” Kalia emphasized the final point.

“That truly is a major haul,” Yang Ying sighed, then asked, “What is the major crisis facing the Kussen Corps?”

“Their three tourist cities—Kussen, Lehai, and Bos—will hold an emergency meeting in three days. Since the news couldn't be contained, some well-informed sources have learned of the Pirate King’s demands. Mercenary groups in all three cities are now feeling immense pressure and need to gain an upper hand over the other two cities during the meeting. Therefore, the Kussen Corps requires our presence to lend them support. The mercenary forces in Lehai and Bos are not strong; Lehai has one large warship, and Bos has two, but for us, there’s nothing to worry about,” Kalia spoke calmly, seemingly unconcerned by the three large warships from the two cities combined.

Yang Ying mused, “A meeting between the three cities—it seems the conflict between the three parties is about to become clear. Where will the meeting be held? I’ll go take a look.”

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