Inside Ivan's room, faint blue holographic light illuminated the air.
One after another, various war machines rotated slowly before his eyes, each accompanied by detailed data streams.
"Silver Falcon Aircraft," "Length: seven meters.Equipped with twin Gatling guns and two air-to-air missiles.Manufacturing cost: three hundred energy units.Overall combat rating: High Rank 1."
The hologram shifted.
"Lightning Strike Fighter.Equipped with a fifty-millimeter autocannon and air-to-air missiles.Capable of releasing lightning-based attacks.Manufacturing cost: four hundred energy units.Overall combat rating: High Rank 1."
Another massive silhouette appeared.
"Falcon Heavy Bomber.Manufacturing cost: two hundred energy units.Overall combat rating: High Rank 1."
"Heavy transport aircraft.Manufacturing cost: one hundred and twenty energy units.Overall combat rating: Low Rank 1."
Ivan silently examined the rotating projections.
After a moment, his brows furrowed slightly.
"The highest is only Rank 1…" he muttered. "Too weak."
He raised his gaze toward Nova. "Are there no higher-ranked war machines?"
"With your current authority level," Nova replied evenly, "only Rank 1 combat units can be manufactured."
Hearing this, Ivan fell into deep thought.
After a brief pause, he asked, "Then how do I upgrade my authority to Class 2?"
"To upgrade to Class 2 authority," Nova answered, "you must first construct a standard Class 1 mobile base, then upgrade it using various rare and precious materials."
Ivan's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Class 1 standard mobile base?" he repeated.
"Master," Nova said, "a Class 1 standard mobile base is the core hub of all Class 1 combat and production units. It is a mobile fortress capable of ground movement, aerial flight, and underwater submersion."
A massive hologram unfolded in the air.
"It is equipped with multiple defensive weapon systems, a Class 2 shield generator, and—most importantly—a miniature Void Furnace.It can manufacture all Class 1 robots and continuously supply them with operational resources."
Nova paused briefly before continuing.
"Length: three hundred meters.Weight: approximately two thousand tons.Power source: miniature fusion reactor.Manufacturing cost: three thousand energy units."
Hearing this, Ivan instinctively imagined a flowing metal fortress, bristling with cannons, moving across land and sky alike.
A trace of excitement stirred within him.
But it was quickly suppressed.
"Show me the production-type units," Ivan said calmly.
"Yes, Master."
The holographic display shifted again.
"Type 1 Multi-Armed Production Robot.Height: ten meters.Weight: three hundred kilograms.Equipped with multiple interchangeable production tools.Four-cylinder power furnace.Operational range: six hundred kilometers.Production cost: three hundred energy units."
"Type 1 Nanoprinter Robot.A mobile unit capable of producing ammunition and basic supplies for mechanical forces.Can utilize almost any raw material to print ammunition and robot components.Primarily used for frontline supply production.Manufacturing cost: five hundred energy units."
"Type 1 Industrial Heavy Repair Unit.Designed for frontline deployment.Capable of repairing damaged combat units during battle.Manufacturing cost: six hundred energy units."
"Type 1 Miniature Mobile Industrial Factory.A deployable production unit capable of establishing a basic industrial chain within hours.Manufacturing cost: seven hundred energy units."
"Type 1 Fully Automatic Industrial Factory.A large-scale facility capable of producing all basic supplies and robots."
"Type 1 Repair Nanoliquid.A specialized nano-fluid capable of repairing both combat and production units.Manufacturing cost: three hundred energy units."
"Type 1 Energy Collector.Capable of harvesting various forms of energy.Manufacturing cost: fifty energy units."
As the final hologram faded, Ivan felt his racing thoughts gradually settle.
The blueprint was there.The future was possible.
"Nova," Ivan said, "based on everything we currently know, formulate a basic plan for our future industrial chain."
There was a brief pause.
"Master," Nova replied, "after analyzing all available data, I recommend not constructing any industrial foundation at this time."
Ivan frowned slightly.
"Why?" he asked, a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice.
"Master," Nova said steadily, "this is a transcendent world. We currently lack knowledge of its true power ceiling. Revealing industrial or military capabilities prematurely may attract attention from beings beyond Rank 2."
"If such an entity appears," Nova continued, "our current strength would be insufficient for survival."
Silence filled the room.
Hearing this, Ivan nodded slowly.
She's right, he thought. Without understanding the world's true transcendents, any large-scale production would be nothing but an invitation to disaster.
"Low profile," Ivan murmured. "Information first."
He looked toward the window.
Night had fully descended over Thornheart Castle, the lights of Thornheart Town flickering faintly in the distance.
"Tomorrow," Ivan said quietly, "I'll visit the castle library. I need to understand this world better."
"Yes, Master," Nova replied.
With countless plans and calculations swirling in his mind, Ivan finally lay back on the bed.