After transmigrating into a fallen nobleman of the interstellar era, Zhao Chen was handed a complete mess— A barren territory, scarce resources, and a broken-down starship. No Stargate in the territory? We’ll build our own! No starships? Interstellar destroyers, frigates, cruisers—whatever we need, we’ll make it. Commanding a carrier packed with drone swarms that attack like a hive of bees, Zhao Chen asserted dominance on the battlefield. All truths lie within the firing range of a battleship’s main guns. The Empire developed T5-tech starships? Sorry, I’ve already got a whole fleet of T5 starships in active service! In Zhao Chen’s dictionary, there’s nothing a starship can’t solve. And if there is— Send two more fleets! Passerby A: “I want to enlist! I want to join Commander Zhao Chen’s fleet!” Zhao Chen: “Sorry, I only recruit women.”