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

"Pulling a bit should keep him stable for a while." Leaving the prison, Li Ming restrained his expression, contemplating.


Levinbeck isn't a fool, not giving him a reaction for long will definitely make him notice something's wrong.


And just as he was pulling Levinbeck, the external storm did not cease; the Northern Crown Star Ring entered a subtle situation.


The war between the Yitelan Civilization and the Judger continued, and many civilizations keenly detected that the number of stowaways within their borders was rapidly increasing, with various attack incidents occurring frequently.


Especially the main body, the Yitelan Civilization, was practically leaking like a sieve.


In an underground chamber on a certain planet, several Yitelan people knelt in a row, trembling, surrounded by the dead bodies of guard soldiers, blood spreading across the floor, the stench of blood almost becoming tangible.


Chapter 407: Leisure Time Always Flies By_2