### High Orbit, Earth
Jude installed the last set of Dyson spheres and energy transmission devices into a satellite. With that, all 246 satellites were equipped.
Clark watched Jude, who was dusting off his hands, and asked, "Does this mean the construction of the star ring is complete?"
"No, there's one final step. Veronica, control these satellites and initiate the energy connection."
"Yes, master!" Veronica responded.
The satellite before them lit up as the Dyson Sphere activated, absorbing energy from the surrounding universe.
Clark slid his left hand gently. "I can feel the sun's radiation being rapidly absorbed. It seems highly efficient."
"Of course," Jude replied. "Look around you."
Clark's red cape flicked as he looked around. The previously dark high-orbit space now glowed with stars. All 246 satellites were illuminated, moving from west to east with the Earth's rotation, forming a bright, ring-shaped band from the North to South Pole. This was the star ring—both beautiful and deadly.
"Let's test its power," Jude suggested.
"But we have no enemies here. How will you test it?" Clark asked.
"Who said we need an enemy? A Kryptonian's body is quite durable and makes a suitable test target. Veronica!"
Superman's face changed. He had never encountered someone as audacious as Jude. Before he could react, all 246 satellites lit up, and the energy transmission devices activated, focusing the energy into a single point.
Clark was hit by a beam of energy, sending him flying like a meteor. He reappeared shortly after, the nano-battle armor on his chest scorched and damaged.
"How is it? Satisfied with the star ring's power? This is just its basic attack," Jude said.
Clark was excited. "According to Kryptonian knowledge, if it can penetrate my armor, it can threaten most creatures in the universe. I believe it will be effective."
Beneath the star ring's glow, the two returned to the ground.
### The Next Day
After a night of rest, Jude began upgrading Cowboy No. 1. The remote control technology was outdated. He needed to convert the armor into a nanochip to implant in his skin. To achieve this, some functions had to be castrated, as compressing the armor to a fingernail-sized chip required significant modifications.
However, an upgrade to the picometer level could solve these problems. At this level, compressing the armor to 0.1 cm would be feasible, enhancing its strength, durability, and anti-strike capabilities. With such an armor, he could even contend directly with Superman.
This upgrade was challenging and had to be done manually, as no precision machine could manage it. Jude devoted himself entirely to the upgrade over the next few days, ignoring everything else.
### 43 Billion Light-Years Away
In the Kaman galaxy, the Warworld, Mongo's domain, was abuzz. Unlike his brothers, Darkseid and Thanos, who had fixed bases, Mongo roamed the universe, challenging beings to duels for his amusement. This lifestyle made him many enemies, reducing his sphere of influence compared to his brothers.
Mongo had just returned to his palace when his dog-headed sergeant rushed in. Mongo often stayed away for years, leaving many decisions pending.
"Master Mongo, you're finally back. There have been frequent wars. I have important matters to report."
Mongo bit into an extraterrestrial fruit, the juice splashing over his stone-like chin. "Speak quickly. I'm leaving soon to deal with a Kryptonian. Finding one is rare, and I've been waiting for a long time."
"Master, the Green Lantern Corps has been attacking our territories. They've dispatched at least 10,000 Lanterns, attacking 1,000 of our galaxies simultaneously. Lord Mongo and Lord Moncal are on the front lines, but the Green Lantern Corps' offensive is fierce, and we've suffered significant losses. We've lost at least 500 galaxies, and morale is low. If you don't intervene, the situation will worsen."
Mongo, enraged, stomped the ground, nearly activating Warworld to deal with the Green Lanterns. He calmed down and said, "It's not time to deal with the Green Lantern Corps. I'm going to the Milky Way to conquer a planet called Earth."
The sergeant, knowing Mongo's penchant for targeting significant places, worried. "Master Mongo, diverting troops now could collapse the front lines. Even with young Mongo and Lord Moncal there."
Mongo smiled. "We don't need many troops. It's a primitive planet. A small fleet will suffice. They will surrender quickly."
Relieved but puzzled by the target, the sergeant asked, "Which fleet should I send?"
"The weakest fleet of Setar Stars. I'll be back soon to deal with the Green Lantern Corps."
As the sergeant hurried out, Mongo shouted, "Get Rob the Storm Wolf to see me!"