Chapter 15: The Vision Must Be Grand

"What just happened to me?" Gray's voice echoed through the communication system, laced with confusion, as he grappled with the events that had just transpired.

"It's merely the matter of psionics, what else could it be?" Qin Mo replied succinctly, turning to engage with the remaining traitors on the battlefield.

Restored to his senses, Gray leaped to Qin Mo's side, fighting alongside him.

In a swift flurry, the two of them eradicated the thousand traitors stationed there.

"Compared to your ability to unleash a sea of flames, this power armor seems remarkably weak," Gray remarked, settling down on the ground to catch his breath.

Qin Mo remained silent, staring blankly at the ground.

"What's the matter?" Gray inquired.

"The traitors have set their sights on me," Qin Mo answered.

Upon hearing this, Gray instantly rose, a serious expression etching itself onto his face as he realized the gravity of the situation.

The war had persisted to this point, with nearly ten thousand lives relying on Qin Mo's protection, while even more struggled in the thick of battle, awaiting assistance.

Being targeted by the traitors meant they would stop at nothing to eliminate Qin Mo.

After a moment of contemplation, Gray found himself at a loss for constructive ideas. He slowly called out, "Qin Mo."

"What is it?" Qin Mo looked up at Gray.

Removing his helmet, Gray fixed his gaze on Qin Mo, his tone resolute: "To me, the value of each life is entirely different. Your worth exceeds that of all of us combined. If you need me to sacrifice my life, just say the word…"

Qin Mo offered a calm smile, turning to walk away as he said, "You are already sacrificing your life."

"Do you need to hide? To find a place where the traitors cannot reach you?" Gray suggested, quickly keeping pace with him.

Without hesitation, Qin Mo shook his head. "I do not need to hide, nor will I. The traitors can set various traps for me and employ every conceivable method to assassinate me. Ideally, wherever I appear, a multitude of traitors will come to besiege me. But I have myriad ways to cope."

"Moreover, with the traitors focused on me, our allies will face fewer enemies, enhancing the odds of holding the line until we can provide support."

"…"

Gray gazed up at Qin Mo's figure, listening intently as he spoke.

Until Qin Mo suddenly turned to announce their next course of action: "We will return to those four individuals, summon them, and then head back to the 47th regiment's base."

"Aren't we going to continue searching for other strongholds?" Gray asked.

"I initially intended to search quickly and establish contact, but it seems that this is not the appropriate strategy," Qin Mo explained as he walked, reflecting on his insights. "First and foremost, we need to establish a comprehensive logistics system, produce enough weaponry, and develop reconnaissance equipment."

"We cannot flit about aimlessly like headless flies, wandering wherever we please. We must also create an intelligence system to accurately ascertain the location and status of our allies within the nest, enabling us to assess their condition and directly support the most beleaguered."

"We also need to upgrade our existing equipment."

Most of what Qin Mo articulated flew over Gray's head; he only understood one key phrase—upgrading their current equipment. "Are our weapons and gear not sufficiently powerful?"

"Not at all," Qin Mo replied, turning to meet Gray's gaze. "We must broaden our horizons. With the mere toys we possess, we are nowhere near where we need to be."

"After all, they are your creations. If you call them toys, then they must be toys," Gray mused, believing Qin Mo to be overly modest. Yet, Qin Mo had the absolute right to assess his own creations; he could label them as toys, even if they were far from it.

The power armor alone would command a high price across the galaxy; even disassembling the gravity shield could secure a hereditary noble title.

"Trust me, brother," Qin Mo halted, giving Gray's shoulder a light pat. "Once I complete my magnum opus and you see it, you will realize just how fragile and ineffective the weapons and gear you currently bear truly are."

"Hahaha." Gray erupted into laughter, thinking Qin Mo was merely trying to lighten the mood with a joke.

But Qin Mo's expression was utterly serious, devoid of jest.

The smile vanished from Gray's face. "Are you serious?"

…

In the following week, Qin Mo refrained from rushing about. He returned to the fortress of the 47th regiment, excavating a vast cavern underground, where he isolated himself.

During the period of his departure and subsequent return, the traitors refrained from launching any attacks. However, upon his return, they not only attacked the fortress but did so with tremendous ferocity.

Regardless of the intensity of the assault, the fortress could withstand it. Qin Mo had no need to divide his focus on the battle; he could fully immerse himself in research and manufacturing within his cavern.

First on his agenda was logistics.

To save time, Qin Mo resolved to create a versatile logistical machine.

These machines were black, spherical constructs with a radius of ten meters, equipped with anti-gravity engines and mechanical arms, capable of searching for any useful resources in any environment.

The logistical machines were controlled by an integrated AI mainframe, which would allocate resource search plans based on the collected data or allow the machines to self-modify into production units to manufacture the weaponry needed by the army, as well as adjust the number of logistical machines as required.

The imperial forces referred to AI as "Abhorrent Intelligence," strictly prohibiting its development and use.

Qin Mo had no intention of adhering to this rule—not because he sought self-destruction, but because he could ensure that the intelligence he created would always remain under his control.

The main control intelligence was designed based on the distorted physical laws influenced by celestial powers, rendering it incapable of functioning under normal physical laws.

If anyone attempted to corrupt the main control intelligence of the logistical machines—such as using malevolent forces from subspace or chaotic corruptions—a rather encouraging phrase would echo throughout the galaxy:

"If you consider yourself exceedingly foolish and enjoy creating trouble, remember that someone has attempted to corrupt the main control intelligence based on celestial powers."

In Qin Mo's design and his conclusions drawn from various factors, the logistical machines controlled by the main intelligence would satisfy all logistical needs. By designing and manufacturing the main intelligence and the first logistical machine, the logistical system would be automatically established.

The main control intelligence could oversee not just logistics but also intelligence gathering. Qin Mo designed numerous devices for this purpose, including drones, sensors, and psionic detectors.

These devices could directly scan the terrain, personnel, and resources within a defined area…

After finalizing the designs for logistics and intelligence, Qin Mo embarked on the most exhilarating task of all.

Designing new weaponry and developing a novel tactical system based on these weapons.