"All the boys at the academy love it. They even give tactical moves nicknames from the martial arts in Yang Yong's novels. The overhead strike is called 'Flying Dragon in the Sky,' and the triple-charge is 'Dragon Regrets Ascending'—it's hilarious!"
As "Tu Tu Rabbit" animatedly imitated the martial arts fanboys at the academy acting out those moves over the public sim-battle channel, she cracked herself up with laughter.
"Hahaha, that's actually pretty funny."
Wang Dong listened to "Tu Tu Rabbit's" laughter, crisp and cheerful like wind chimes in summer, while imagining a chaotic Battleship dogfight filled with random martial arts move names blaring over public comms.
"Bro, take my move—Flying Dragon in the Sky! Eh? You dodged it?
No worries, it's a combo—here comes Dragon Regrets Ascending! Huh? Dodged again?
Whoa, bro, your Stellar Shift technique is brutal. I better hide with a Submerged Dragon stance."
It was oddly entertaining.
The two of them continued to chat about everything and nothing, and before they knew it, more than an hour had passed.
"Oh no, I didn't realize we talked for so long! I haven't even done today's tactical drills. Little Wang Dong, it's all your fault!"
"Tu Tu Rabbit" finally remembered her agenda and complained with a playful scolding tone.
At the Royal Celestial Navigation Academy, which was run under strict military discipline, students only had limited time to connect to the Interstellar Net outside of official classwork—just a few hours before lights-out at night.
"My bad, my bad. Want me to practice with you for a few rounds?"
Wang Dong didn't mind her habit of deflecting blame.
"Forget it, forget it. With your limited skills, you better go practice more on your own. Your Sister Rabbit's out of here. Good luck training, Little Wang Dong—see you later~"
"Uh... later."
After their goodbyes, "Tu Tu Rabbit's" friend status instantly changed to "Queuing," her exit as clean and direct as ever.
Wang Dong sat in silence for a moment, then reached up and pinched his brow.
Where was this sudden surge of happiness coming from?
Maybe it was because it had been a while since they last met.
Or maybe it was the psychological relief from successfully avoiding disaster early on after his rebirth.
Either way, he reminded himself to stay cautious and not overthink it.
One must accumulate an immense amount of karma to seize an opportunity to transmigrate.
Just think—among the hundreds of thousands of writers on that old web novel site in his previous life, and the hundreds of millions of readers, how many actually managed to transmigrate?
Honestly? Probably none.
Let alone someone who got the double blessing of being reborn after transmigrating.
Wang Dong believed that systems like his were just a kind of golden finger that defined a person's lower limit.
As for the upper limit, that still depended on one's own overall capabilities.
In his past life, Wang Dong was forced to compromise again and again. In the end, he amounted to very little.
To be honest, he had brought shame upon the whole transmigrator community.
This time around, if he didn't live with ambition—dominating the stars and laughing at the universe—wouldn't he be completely worthless?
Wouldn't that be a waste of such incredible fortune?
The bread will come. The milk will come.
And love... that too shall come.
At this early stage, he needed to lie low and focus on growth.
Some things couldn't be rushed.
Even if he was truly tempted by that sweet little girl, and wanted to flirt with her...
Even thinking about going to the neighboring Golden Sparrow Federation for a face-to-face meeting—he had to make sure he had the capital to back it up first.
Right now, both the Battle Axe and Wang Dong were still way out of their league.
Wang Dong lingered at Meizu Internet Café for half the day before finally leaving with some reluctance.
In the days that followed, Wang Dong followed his regular routine without raising a single red flag.
He didn't go shopping for energy blocks, and certainly didn't look for that shady merchant from his previous life.
As for Old Shi, after getting burned last time, he'd kept a much lower profile.
Everything went smoothly.
Until June 20.
Another mining day.
Early in the morning, Wang Dong arrived at the mining company's spaceship lot full of energy.
But instead of choosing Mining Vessels, he found many of the miners huddled together, whispering in hushed voices.
Wang Dong paused, then walked over to join them.
"Old Shi, are you serious? There's really an unidentified Battleship in the mining zone?"
"Of course I'm serious. I saw it with my own eyes! The footage from my Mining Vessel isn't enough proof?"
Old Shi grinned smugly.
"It wasn't just any Battleship—it was a Spark Warship! Do you guys even know what a Spark Warship is?"
"I don't care what kind of Battleship it is—I'm just worried the mining zone isn't safe. A Battleship doesn't just show up there for no reason."
"Exactly. What does Qin Wanli have to say? He leased the mining zone; he should give us an explanation."
"Yeah, now I'm kinda scared to go down there."
The miners were all chattering nervously.
What they really cared about was whether their own interests would be affected—
Not the awe that Old Shi had hoped to hear.
"What are you all freaking out about? You think a Spark Warship gives a damn about poor miners like you? So short-sighted—no wonder you're stuck in poverty."
Old Shi rolled his eyes and grumbled dismissively.
Wang Dong remained calm.
What Old Shi had encountered was most likely a Spark Warship from the Jin Family, searching for the Battle Axe.
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