Reunion Dinner

As soon as he opened his eyes, Li Ming was plunged into these tumultuous interstellar spaces, where countless civilizations held their shotguns at the ready, eyeing everything in the universe with covetous intent. For him, the most crucial issue at hand was solving the problem of food and warmth.
Fortunately, he could control special items and gain special ability bonuses—
【Thunderclap Armored Exoskeleton—Grade D】
【Control Effect: Power Amplification—100%】
【Control Ability—Armored Four Arms: Develops four mechanical arms to aid in combat, and amplifies control by 50% with Thunder Element.】
He could even evolve it—
【Electromagnetic Power Engine】→【Cold Nuclear Reactor】→…【Stellar Furnace】
………
An evolutionary path with no boundaries in sight, a supreme arsenal spread across the galaxies, and a grand expedition fleet casting endless blood and fire.
When Li Ming unfolded the prism wings that covered planets and fired the super-range photon lasers, and the Stellar Furnace in his chest blossomed with a brilliance far surpassing the sun’s, supported by computational power from the Quantum Photon Calculator...
In the universe, countless life forms exclaimed, "Flesh is weak; ascend through machinery!"
Li Ming helplessly said, "but this really isn't mechanical ascension..."

This is really not mechanical ascension

Glancing at the delivery time—half a year.


Li Ming's mouth twitched slightly, as he added numerous restrictive conditions, including those related to delivery time and distance.


In the end, the one that appeared at the very top was "****" with a price of three billion Star Coins per ton, deliverable to a designated location in the Silver Star Cluster, with the longest time not exceeding half a month.


Li Ming's hesitation stemmed from his unfamiliarity with these alloys, unsure of how much metal energy he could extract, and whether it would be a loss or a profit.


He tentatively locked in on this target, ready to place an order as soon as the money hit his account.


Glancing at the backend, the Borneost Civilization had yet to reply, likely pondering over his psychological state.


Just as he was about to close the Black Hole Network, a communication request suddenly popped up. Li Ming raised his eyebrows—this message was from his old friend, Feder.


Chapter 225: Seeing Feder Again, Nurturing the Young Sapling_2