The massive mech was putting on a spectacular show on the live feed, shattering battleships into scrap.

But where was the pilot?

Even more astonishing, the cockpit held no control panels, not a single joystick or throttle. She looked around at countless thin, ribbon-like metallic threads floating in the air, resembling nerves within a brain.

All the tendrils of these threads converged on the pilot's seat.

Even Ziye, who was quite the expert on mechs, couldn't decipher the purpose of these filaments.

She felt an unusual tension grip her nerves and swallowed hard. "Doudou, where did you go?"

Little Sprout chirped back, eyes crinkled in a smile, "I'm right here."

Ziye scanned the surroundings again; besides the ribbon threads, there was nothing to see. She couldn't help but say, "Stop kidding around. Come out now. We need to leave this place immediately."

Just then, an immense force suddenly lifted her, causing her to grunt as she crashed heavily onto the pilot's seat.

The scene before her transformed instantly. The countless fine threads seemed to awaken abruptly, and Ziye felt as if she could hear a surge of electric, exhilarating roar coursing through the metal in that instant!

Despite this unimaginable impact, Ziye's spirit remained unharmed, yet she felt something deep within her mind had shifted fundamentally.

Little Sprout cheered with delight, "Silly Ziye, hurry up and defeat them! Let's sweep across the entire universe and become the King of the Cosmos!"

Ziye managed a faint smile, and the gloom of the day vanished. Immediately, she stiffened her expression. "Stop messing around. Get out."

Little Sprout rolled over aggrievedly. "Silly little fool, haven't you realized you're already inside my body?"

Then, the super-mech, as if possessed, tumbled end-over-end through the starry void.

Wherever it rolled, ships of all sizes were crushed to dust, and those few that tried to flee were left severely crippled.

Ziye watched all this in shock, feeling as if she'd been struck by heavenly lightning, her soul scattered.

This colossal machine... it was Little Sprout's true form!!!

The cockpit fell into a dead silence. After a long pause, Ziye murmured woodenly, "Doudou, you are the mech."

"That's right!" Little Sprout's arrogant laughter echoed across the interstellar space, terrifying the soldiers and officers drifting among the wreckage into utter panic.

This was absolutely the song of death itself!

Ziye: "...Be serious."

As soon as the words left her mouth, the ribbon threads seemed to stir slightly, sinking roots into Ziye's mind. Ziye was once again hit by a waterfall of massive mental energy.

She felt a sharp wave of dizziness, and when it cleared, her entire consciousness snapped into crystal clarity.

This mech was controlled via neural linkage.

No manual input needed—everything was manipulated by mental power!

Her eyes looked straight ahead, and she raised her hand. Light-beam particles gathered on her arm at a speed invisible to the naked eye. With a targeting lock, the Meteor Beam shot out exactly as intended. The targeted battleship was blasted hundreds of meters away, crashing violently into the main fleet, which instantly devolved into chaos.

Ziye didn't even gasp.

Once seated and connected to the ribbon threads, all the mech's data flooded her mind—the overwhelming firepower, the flawless specifications. Wiping out this fleet of battleships was child's play.

In that single moment, her intellect reached an unprecedented height.

At this moment, she was the sovereign!

The star-sea this day shone brighter than ever before.

Fleets kept arriving to provide aid, but they dared not approach closely, instead opening fire platforms from afar for indiscriminate sweeping barrages. Cloaked bombers, under the cover of the cannon fire, crept closer, attempting to launch torpedoes.

Ziye let out a cold snort. The Meteor Beam executed a flawless triple strike. Then, she leaped amidst the ocean of incoming shells, the Meteor Beam blasting a path clear as she surged toward the carrier ships arriving from the rear.

Three carrier ships launched a frontal assault.

The two sides clashed head-on, and the star-sea erupted with endless light, resembling a chain reaction of explosions in an asteroid belt.

It was a grand spectacle of light and fireworks.

Only the strong would survive.

Everyone aboard the carriers spun around like ants on a hot griddle, frantic with anxiety.

They had locked onto the mech's location but couldn't find any record of its existence—in fact, this mech didn't appear anywhere in interstellar history.

No one had ever managed to construct a mech so terrifyingly massive.

"Report, Relief Carrier One is damaged, requesting remote repair!"

"Report, Relief Carrier Three is critically damaged, requesting return!"

"Report..."

Each incoming report left Admiral Moline, the supreme commander of the relief fleet, utterly exhausted. He stared at his fragmented fleet displayed on the light screen, then at the crimson-gold super-mech standing like a giant in the sea of stars, a sight that commanded instant submission.

Admiral Moline closed his eyes slightly. "Activate external comms system. Requesting negotiations!"

His assistant asked timidly, "What if it refuses?"

Admiral Moline narrowed his eyes. "This mech is unprecedented. It couldn't have been created by a single person; a massive force must have a purpose."

The assistant considered this and agreed, "Indeed."

Admiral Moline continued, "Therefore, we must ascertain its objective and the legion behind it. I will speak with it personally." He paused, then commanded, "Wait until it's distracted by negotiations, then dispatch fifty cloaked bombers. Have them launch their heaviest ultra-nuclear missiles simultaneously. We must destroy it!"

Each cloaked bomber could launch three ultra-nuclear missiles in one second. Three ultra-nuclear missiles could obliterate a planet. Fifty bombers striking at once would generate enough force to trigger a Level Twelve Void Storm, annihilating everything in the entire star system!

The assistant's legs buckled for a fleeting second before he steadied himself and issued the command to request negotiations.

The carrier's external comms system activated, broadcasting a loud voice: "Greetings, esteemed pilot. I am Admiral Moline, Supreme Commander of the Interstellar Federation Relief Fleet. I request a communication link."

Little Sprout shrieked, "Hate them! They always try the same trick! Blast them all!"

Ziye calmed it down. "No rush. Let's see what they actually want." She set up an automated evasion system with her mental power, opened the voice system, and directly hacked into their network. Using a synthesized voice, she spoke calmly, "Admiral Moline, what is it you wish to say to me?"

Admiral Moline hadn't been sure if it would even respond. Hearing an unfamiliar voice suddenly emerge from his own comms system nearly made his heart leap out of his chest.

Despite being a seasoned veteran, he quickly regained his composure. "Let's make a deal, youngster. You surrender the mech, and you return with me to the Interstellar Federation. In exchange, I guarantee your life and personal freedom. What do you say?"

Ziye’s pupils contracted sharply. She yelled, "Doudou, retreat!"

The next second, the mech soared like a great Roc, plunging deep into the void. Hundreds of ultra-nuclear missiles streaked past its feet as thunder roared with the force of ten thousand mountains, triggering the most violent Void Storm in space!

The Doudou Mech's crimson-gold exterior was lashed by the lightning storm, instantly turning completely charred black.

Little Sprout cried out, "Run, Ziye! I can't fight the Void Storm!"