“Just some renovations…
wouldn’t it be easier to just have Welt do it?” “Eh?” March 7th blinked.
“This young lady never knew Uncle Yang could even do that?” Serlin casually constructed a drone to demonstrate.
“I’m not asking Old Yang to design the room, but to use his Authority to build it directly according to the blueprints.” “It’s the Herrscher of Reason’s Authority.
Old Yang just got a power-up, so he needs to practice hard.” As the strongest man in the Astral Express Crew, how could he not practice his Authority properly?
If he doesn’t practice, how can he protect his partners?
Even when rubbing black holes together, they must be bigger and stronger!
“Right.” March 7th also had a sudden realization.
Since Welt usually played with black holes and gravity out of habit, she almost forgot his ability was construction.
Stelle looked at March 7th’s room over and over again, then closed her eyes, thought of something unknown, and chuckled foolishly.
“Ahem, in that case, as Uncle Yang’s juniors, it is our duty to help him practice his abilities!” Stelle, having thought of something, pushed the door open and prepared to act, showing no lingering attachment to a beautiful girl’s room!
She had already prepared the decoration style for her own room in her heart!
Beautiful girl?
What beautiful girl?
Unconcerned!
“Hahahaha, trash cans are my true love~~” March 7th and Serlin followed closely behind.
“Stelle, don’t run so fast!” Dan Heng heard the commotion outside.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw them frolicking and running wildly in the corridor.
The little High Elder had a big question mark over his head.
“What are you doing?” “Uncle Yang—!!” Stelle threw open Welt’s door, her eyes shining as she looked at the Astral Express Crew’s strongest senior.
Welt was startled by the sudden noise, his hand shaking, causing the model he was hand-crafting to drop to the floor.
Old Yang wasn’t angry.
He picked up the model and looked at the three juniors, saying with a smile, “…Is there a problem?” “Hmm?
Bronya…?
Ah, Serlin.” Serlin nodded, approached Welt with a flattering smile, and rubbed her hands together like a fly.
“Old Yang…
the Herrscher of Reason’s Authority is very useful, isn’t it?” Looking at Serlin’s expression, Welt could tell at a glance that this kid was definitely up to no good.
Welt asked directly, “Tell me, what do you want me to help you with?” “Ahem, Uncle Yang…
look, since I’ve joined the Astral Express Crew, I should have a place to stay, right?” “But right now, both my room and Stelle’s room are being renovated, so…” “So, you’re planning to have me help with the renovations?” Welt nodded, indicating he understood.
So they were looking for him to do some hard labor; however…
it didn’t seem impossible.
The Herrscher of Reason’s Authority was more abundant than ever.
If he didn’t practice it properly, Old Yang himself would feel it was inappropriate.
So after thinking it over, he said, “Well, of course, I agree.” Stelle lunged directly at Old Yang’s legs; her future beautiful life all depended on Old Yang!
Serlin solemnly took out a design for a Valkyrie dormitory from the game and handed it to Old Yang.
Old Yang looked at the blueprint and said, “Simple.
Let’s go; there’s no need for Pom-Pom to be busy with the Express’s renovations.” “But, can’t you construct things yourself?” Looking at Serlin, who had now transformed into Bronie, Old Yang felt she was doing this on purpose.
The good rabbit spread her hands.
“Hey, Uncle Yang, Bronie’s Authority seems to come from an Ether Singularity; its strength still isn’t as high as yours is now.” March also leaned in to carefully examine Serlin’s renovation blueprints.
She could only say…
they were actually quite good?
No abstractions, no weirdness, just a cozy little nest.
“Uncle Yang, what is this yellow-furred rabbit…?” Welt constructed three Homu plushies on the spot and gave one to each of them.
Stelle held it up, looked at it seriously for a while, and said, “…What a troll-looking yellow rabbit.” “It’s a Homu!” Serlin-Bronie hugged the Homu, unable to let go.
She felt she was definitely being influenced by the Bronya-type instincts; otherwise, how could she find such a doll truly cute!?
But this trollish yellow rabbit was really damn cute!
One could only say…
Bronya-type characters can never resist the charm of the trollish yellow rabbit.
“Let’s go.
The Express will be setting off in a while; we need to finish as soon as possible during this time.” Welt looked at Serlin’s renovation design for a while and already had a good idea…
they were all common materials from Earth, nothing he couldn’t hand-craft.
For a complete Herrscher of Reason, this was no different from one plus one for a kindergartner.
They first went to Serlin’s room.
Welt’s Authority was fully unleashed, surging Honkai Energy swirling around him before transforming into ordinary decorations, a bedroom, a bathroom, an e-sports room…
In an instant, the place that was originally a bare room turned into Serlin’s cozy little nest.
Not to say it was incredibly exquisite, but at least it was livable, and…
Serlin planned to buy those small ornaments herself.
“Ah, Uncle Yang…
isn’t the computer in Serlin’s computer room a bit too much of an Old Timer?” “What?” Serlin didn’t react for a moment.
This computer was already very good; what on earth was March 7th talking about!
Stelle scratched her head.
It was understandable that a newborn child wouldn’t know this information.
March 7th tilted her head.
Looking at the bewildered trio, she let out a helpless sigh.
She didn’t expect that one day a cute girl like her would have to explain such knowledge…
“The computers Uncle Yang constructed can’t connect to the interstellar network at all!
These computers are probably versions from Uncle Yang’s hometown, but in the current galaxy, they are Old Timers among Old Timers.” Only then did Welt realize.
He coughed awkwardly.
“Cough, well…
I still don’t know much about galactic technology.
Sigh…
I’m getting old, getting old.” “Serlin, I can’t help you with this point.” Recalling how Old Yang didn’t even know how to change his profile picture in the game, Serlin expressed great understanding.
Moreover, it wasn’t a big deal.
She just wanted a little nest.
Those minor details could wait until later.
Besides…
with the bizarre Trailblaze ahead, did they really think there would be time to just stay at home?
“So next, is Uncle Yang going to help Stelle decorate her room?” Seeing that Serlin’s room was finished, March 7th immediately nudged Stelle beside her, signaling her to quickly take out her design.
Stelle quickly handed the blueprint she had just been scribbling during the renovation to Uncle Yang with anticipation and respect, but the moment it was taken out…
The well-traveled Welt fell silent, Serlin fell silent, and March 7th was even more silent.
The messy blueprint was filled with various forms of trash cans.
The table was a massive trash can, the bed was also a trash can that could hold a person, and even the bathtub was a trash-bin-styled thing.
Not to mention the closets, cabinets, and the like; a junkyard would look like a rookie compared to this.
At this moment, Welt’s hand holding the blueprint was trembling.
“You…
just want me to construct this?” Stelle looked at Uncle Yang, then drew a few more trash can decorations on the blueprint.
“Onegai!
Uncle Yang!
This is exactly what I want!
If I can live in this room, I’d be willing even if you made me Trailblaze every day!” March 7th opened her mouth, feeling her spirit being directly polluted.
Is this a human room?
Is this really not a junkyard?
Finally, she snatched the design, instantly crumpled it, and grabbed the Little Gray Hair’s collar, shaking her repeatedly: “Are you even human!?
If we really let you live in a room like this, Sister Himeko and Pom-Pom would kill us!!” “No way, it seems this young lady really has to take control of you!
Come, my room is quite large!” “Until you change your way of thinking, you’ll sleep with me!” March 7th, like a stalwart woman, dragged the helpless Little Gray Hair into her private room.
Welt was still in a daze.
Is this the world of galactic youth?
He really was old, getting old!
Serlin patted Old Yang.
She knew what the Little Gray Hair would serve up even with her eyes closed.
“Let’s go, Uncle Yang…
back to the Parlor Car.
Isn’t the Express about to depart?” [Image] A gift from Kiana to Mei [Image] I see Old Yang still has his charm [Image] Study hard!
Study hard!