Chapter 81: Lei Yaotian’s Transformation and Strategic Path

Time flew by, and half a month had passed in the blink of an eye.

Construction on the Asteroid had come to an end. Ten fortress factories specializing in energy collection were steadily producing Energy Crystals every day. These crystals continuously added Credit Points to Fatty Lei’s account, making him extremely happy.

Over that half month, Fatty Lei had been saving up Credit Points because he had little need to spend them in the short term. His priority was to solidify what he already owned before considering other matters.

In that same period, twenty thousand Artificial Human Soldiers had wiped out the Xenomorphs infesting the Asteroid. Under the heavy firepower of the Artificial Human Corps, those Xenomorphs didn’t even get a chance to resist.

With the Xenomorphs eliminated, Fatty Lei finally felt fully at ease. From then on, there were no threats to him on the Asteroid.

Meanwhile, Wangcai’s research was still progressing painfully.

The ‘Saiyan’ Gene Fatty Lei had purchased from Dr. Rogue held such powerful energy that it couldn’t be cracked in a short time. This troubled Intelligent Butler Wangcai greatly.

In the vast research lab, various instruments operated non-stop.

Row after row of cylindrical Cultivation Tanks were filled with green liquid, holding life forms quietly floating inside. They had been grown from genes taken from Artificial Humans and Hive Monica.

“Bzzzz—pop!”

A Genetic Human exploded and died after failing to withstand the Saiyan Gene’s powerful energy. Seeing this, Wangcai shook his head repeatedly.

Fatty Lei, sitting outside the observation room, let out a deep sigh, clearly dissatisfied with the outcome.

“Master, the energy inside this gene is truly overwhelming. If we can’t find a way to neutralize it, fusion will be impossible,” Wangcai said as he approached Fatty Lei.

Fatty Lei felt helpless about this. After all, he wasn’t a researcher.

If asked how many bedroom positions there were, or who the famous female AV stars from the Island Nation were, Fatty Lei could answer anything. But when it came to scientific matters like this, he couldn’t interfere.

“Keep trying to find a solution. If we can neutralize and crack it, and merge it with species like the Artificial Humans or Monica, our combat strength will improve significantly. That way, we won’t fear other species if we meet them,” Fatty Lei urged.

Wangcai nodded in response.

Wangcai was wearing a Germany Nazi military uniform from World War II, which matched his Europe and America features, giving him a bit of dignity.

Not just Wangcai, but even the Artificial Humans wore uniforms of that style. If one didn’t know better, they might think Fatty Lei was living in the World War II era.

This was all caused by Fatty Lei’s prank. He admired the Germany military uniforms from that time. Even though he despised the Nazis, their outfits were undeniably cool.

So, when Fatty Lei bought two hundred thousand uniforms from Bruce, he had them all redesigned in the Germany style, even replicating the double-headed eagle emblem exactly.

The pair of tall black leather boots and sharp uniforms made Fatty Lei very content. At least he felt good about his look—apart from his appearance.

“Master, are you experiencing no discomfort now?”

Fatty Lei lifted a hand to brush back his hair, parting the black bangs.

A youthful face appeared.

What was going on? Wasn’t Wangcai’s master the thirty-year-old otaku Lei Yaotian? How had he become this teenage boy? Had Fatty Lei encountered some kind of accident?

Seeing this, everyone must have been very puzzled.

The youth forced a bitter smile and said to Wangcai, “I don’t have any bad side effects now. If I did, you think I’d be sitting here calmly watching your experiments?”

Hearing his words, Wangcai grinned and replied, “Master, to be honest, you seem much more handsome now than before.”

“Idiot! Wasn’t I handsome before? You sure don’t know how to talk properly,” the youth snapped, rolling his eyes at Wangcai. “Also, from now on, don’t call me ‘master’—call me ‘young master’. Ever seen a master this young, huh?”

Wangcai immediately put on a flattering smile and addressed him, “Oh, my memory is terrible. Young Master, please forgive me. I’ll remember.”

The youth nodded.

Inside, he wondered, “Did I end up like this because of eating carelessly and merging hastily?”

Exactly! This seemingly seventeen-year-old youth had a diamond-shaped golden crystal embedded in his forehead between his eyebrows. With his refined, fair features that screamed “pretty boy,” he was Lei Yaotian, the unlucky, tragic-crossed Fatty Lei.

But he couldn’t be called Fatty Lei anymore. Ten days earlier, for some unknown reason, his body underwent an unexpected transformation that reversed aging.

As a side effect, he shed weight and became a devilishly gorgeous young man.

Back in his original world, walking out looking like this would have girls flocking to him one after the other.

But now, sadly, Fatty Lei was still “huddled” on a tiny Asteroid only eight hundred square kilometers big.

His only female company was the girl-shaped Hive who obeyed him. This wasn’t because he didn’t want beautiful women around—he just didn’t dare to let himself sink into indulgence.

He felt that in the Great Cosmic Era world he’d crossed into, he might face countless unknown dangers. If he abandoned himself to pleasures, his courage could vanish entirely.

Deep down, Fatty Lei was a normally lustful man. But he understood that while lust was natural, letting it control his mind was unacceptable.

Bringing beautiful women to satisfy his urges risked trapping him in corruption without escape.

Soothing himself with comfort could easily wear down his spirit and resolve, leaving him powerless.

Fatty Lei wouldn’t take that risk, not at least until he held unstoppable strength or foundations.

“Your top task now is to find a way to fuse the ‘Saiyan’ Gene with the Artificial Humans’ or mine and Monica’s genes. This is crucial, the absolute priority, understand?”

Wangcai nodded seriously. “Rest assured, I know what matters.” Seeing Lei Yaotian so earnest, Wangcai dropped the jokes.

“Young Master, when are we ‘moving out’?” Wangcai asked, suddenly remembering his little Young Master had explored the Giant Planet for days and wondered if the Base construction plan was settled.

After all, they’d already purchased a basic troop transport ship from Bruce, still had one hundred twenty thousand Artificial Human Soldiers in hand, and Wangcai was eager to build their military base fast—but it depended on Lei Yaotian’s decision.

“What? Rushing now?”

Lei Yaotian, no longer a fatty but a handsome youth, rolled his eyes at his intelligent butler.

“Hehe!”

Wangcai showed an ingratiating smile. “Having our own Base, Young Master, would be wonderful. Compared to this Asteroid, that Giant Planet is far better for development—it’s larger with better climate, environment, and geography. And once we have a Base, we can hide well and grow steadily.”

Wangcai’s points echoed Lei Yaotian’s thoughts.

Frankly, Lei Yaotian feared one thing: if they met other species in this world, what then?

This was a real worry he couldn’t ignore.

In the Great Cosmic Era, he couldn’t assume all beings were benign.

Those who believed aliens were all good guys were fools.

Not seeing himself as one, Lei Yaotian dismissed such naivety. Friendly aliens belonged in movies.

For real friendship or safety, one prerequisite was vital.

That was “power”!

Having a mighty race as support might work too.

But Lei Yaotian lacked both and was an undocumented “dark population” who’d crossed over. This forced his caution.

His plan demanded building a hidden, super-large military base on that Giant Planet as his lair to build power gradually.

He believed firmly that with enough time, once he developed a Fleet of tens of millions of giant warships using sufficient Credit Points, nothing would scare him anymore.

After all, Fatty Lei trusted that heavy cannon warships ruled the Great Cosmic Era.

Whatever mecha or war god tactics—they all crumbled before countless warship Fleets. Obliterated.

Argue mecha control was swift? How could it stop a single volley from millions of giant warships?

Claim it was overkill? Well, did those think the Mecha Unit on the ships were just lounging around? A flood of troops strategy could drown billions of mechas at once. Even if someone was the ultimate mecha genius with lightning-fast hands, they’d turn to dust.

Fast movements meant nothing. In Great Cosmic Era warfare, the single individual was too tiny. Speed only showed its worth in “masturbation.”

So, Lei Yaotian resolved: he’d follow the big cannon warship flood-of-troops path.

But this depended on a massive Fleet. Without it, everything stayed an empty dream.