Ch-2 The Obliterator-Class Star Dreadnought (revised).

A slow smile crept across my face as i considered or rather contemplated my strengths. Kallus might not excel at everything, and most things in life never truly excited him anymore. When it comes to strategy, leadership, and adapting to challenging situations, I know that I am unmatched. I am second to none—no one can claim to be above me in these areas.

That's why he had dominated in Galactic Conquest, a game of strategy and warfare that others could only aspire to master.

"I may not understand why this has happened and why I am here," I muttered, my voice a bit steadier now, "but if this is the hand I've been dealt, I'll play it to win."

Red Empress smiled again, her approval evident. "A wise approach, Master. Together, we will carve a path through this new reality.

I nodded at Red Empress, her words still echoing in his mind. Forcing himself to focus, Only then I took my first proper look around the command center. I casually sat in the Fleet Commander's seat, a position of absolute authority. From here, the entire ship's systems were at my fingertips. whatever I want to do I can do it.

Surrounding me were consoles brimming with advanced technical displays and holographic interfaces, their complexity radiating an air of unmatched sophistication.

The command room was massive yet functional, designed to provide maximum efficiency while exuding the gravitas of command. As I looked around, I found it oddly familiar, as if I had been there before or rather had seen this things that were around me. Then it struck me—

For a moment, I stared, overwhelmed by the realization of where I was. Then my thoughts drifted back to the ship itself, and a flood of memories surged through him.

This wasn't just any ship. It was My ship—My dream ship. 

From my childhood, I, Kallus had been fascinated by spaceships. It all started when I watched a sci-fi movie filled with massive star dreadnaughts, sleek fighter jets, and breathtaking space battles. The sight of those ships soaring through the cosmos sparked something deep inside Me—a feeling he couldn't quite describe.

I wasn't just entertained; I was mesmerized. The idea of piloting a spaceship, of navigating the endless void, ignited a dream within me.

That fascination, that dream had stayed with me, shaping my imagination and ambitions.

Year's later, a company developed a virtual reality game based on space warfare and exploration—Galactic. This game allowed players to design and build their fleets, empires, and more.

And I had been a spaceship enthusiast since childhood, so there was no way I would be left out. I purchased the game and spent my spare time working toward my dream even though in the game.

It had taken me about 2 long years of effort, countless in-game missions, and grueling planning to create it. And just a week ago in the game, my dream ship had finally been delivered to me. Yet now, somehow, impossibly, it was here. Real. Tangible, in all its majesty 

I rose from my seat, the soft thud of my boots reverberating against the metallic floor as I moved toward the center of the command chamber. Encircling me was a high-definition holographic projection, offering an unbroken 360-degree view of the vast expanse of space.

The hologram shimmered with impeccable clarity, every star and shadow rendered so perfectly that it felt as if the reinforced panes of glass were truly there. Suspended in the void beyond was my ship—a masterpiece of design and ambition, floating serenely amidst the cosmic abyss.

[The Obliterator-Class Star Dreadnought.]

At 28 kilometers in length,

10 kilometers in width,

and 5.5 kilometers in height,

it dwarfed most other warships.

Modeled after the Executor-Class Star Dreadnought, it was a behemoth, capable of inspiring both awe and terror. But unlike the flawed original design, his Obliterator had been meticulously re-engineered to address its most glaring weaknesses.

The most significant change was to its structure. I had completely redesigned the upper section, drawing inspiration from the sleek aesthetics of the Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer. Viewed from above, my ship bore a striking resemblance to the Resurgent Class, with a more streamlined and angular silhouette.

 Yet, it wasn't merely a copy—it was a complete redesign of the Executor Resurgent Class-Class. I had taken the essence of its imposing presence and merged it with the sleek, modern aesthetics of the Resurgent Class, creating something entirely new. 

The Obliterator not only retained the immense firepower, fleet command capabilities, and overwhelming presence of the Executor Class, but it also took a step forward in these categories—all while shedding the vulnerabilities that had led to the original's downfall.

The Obliterator class star dreadnaught had its command center integrated directly into the hull, rather than being exposed on a bridge tower. This design provided additional protection, ensuring that even under heavy bombardment, the ship's leadership remained intact.

[Author's thought: That is if the enemy was even able to destroy the ship's integrated shields.]

Where the Executor Class had been a towering giant, vulnerable to catastrophic damage from concentrated attacks—even from fighter squadrons—the Obliterator was built for resilience and efficiency.

Kallus had reinforced its superstructure with a modular design, distributing critical systems across the ship to prevent cascading failures. The result was a star dreadnought that was not only sleeker and more aesthetically pleasing but also far more practical and battle-ready.

As I gazed at my creation, pride swelled within me. This ship was more than just a tool of war—it was the culmination of his creativity, strategic mind, and dedication. It was the embodiment of his dreams.

I turned back to Red Empress, who stood serenely at my side, her holographic form exuding an aura of quiet strength.

"This ship," I said, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within me, "it's everything I've ever worked for. But now that it's real, it feels… overwhelming."

Red Empress smiled gently. "Master Kallus, this is only the beginning. The Supreme Being has granted you this ship not merely as a reward but as a challenge, a challenge that you will face in the future. Its true potential lies not just in what it is but in what you will do with it."

I nodded slowly, letting her words sink in. The enormity of my situation was daunting, but for the first time since waking up, I felt a flicker of excitement. I was no longer just a gamer—I was a commander and the real one, and the universe awaited my next move.

As I continued to gaze at the Obliterator-Class Star Dreadnought, memories of its creation flooded my mind. Every feature of this ship was a testament to my ingenuity, born from countless hours of design and strategy.

One of the most notable differences between my Obliterator and the original Executor-Class Star Dreadnought was its sheer size.

At 28 kilometers in length, it was significantly larger than its predecessor. This wasn't just for intimidation—every additional meter served a purpose.

I hadn't just envisioned this ship as a flagship. It was a mobile fortress. Unlike the Executor-Class, which relied heavily on external support, the Obliterator was a self-sustaining marvel of engineering.

Its enhancements made it not only more advanced but also faster, capable of reaching an astounding maximum speed of 900 kilometers per second—unheard of for a ship of this size.

But its most impressive features lay within.

The ship housed not one, but two internal shipyards, each capable of constructing vessels comparable in size and complexity to a Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer.

These shipyards were marvels in their own right, equipped with automated systems and cutting-edge machinery that streamlined the shipbuilding process. And if necessary, the Obliterator could even dock a fully assembled Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer within its cavernous internal hangars.

And its capabilities didn't stop there.