“Turn every single galaxy’s core black hole into a local sewage and Spirit-Qi power station?!”
Inside the Command Star-Train’s planning hall, Hong Ling, Abacus Su, Master Gu, and Governor Lin all stared at the 3D map of the fifty galaxies in stunned silence.
Hong Ling was the first to recover. Her fingers flew across her golden abacus so fast that the beads turned into a golden blur!
Clack-clack-clack-DING!
“Young Master! I just ran the numbers!” Hong Ling’s eyes shone brighter than two supernovas. “Right now, the central zone of every spiral galaxy—about five thousand light-years around each core black hole—is completely uninhabitable because of gravity storms, cosmic dust clouds, and radiation! That means the best downtown real estate in all fifty galaxies is sitting empty! If we clamp a Black-Hole Recycling Kit onto all fifty galactic cores, we don’t just cut Big Tubby’s trash-hauling distance by ninety percent—we also open up fifty thousand new downtown solar systems right next to the Spirit-Qi taps!”
“And look at the pipe pressure!” Ao Ming poked his giant dragon head through the observation window, his golden whiskers quivering with excitement. “Little Xuan, pumping water from one black hole across fifty galaxies was making my tail cramp up! If all fifty galaxy cores have their own recycling plants pumping into the same brass pipe grid, the Spirit Qi pressure across the whole cluster will go up fifty times!”
