The game is about becoming a god, starting with the rampage of Hua Ye.

"Boss! Boss!"

Number One, who had been engrossed in his work, suddenly appeared in Glenn's break room for some unknown reason. Ignoring Glenn's sound sleep, he kept shouting, his excitement evident in his tone.

"what happened?"

Glenn, who was half asleep, was suddenly woken up and, being slightly grumpy when he woke up, yelled impatiently.

During this period, he has been resting and trying to recover the energy he had spent learning the Xuanwen technology as soon as possible. After all, it not only drains his mind but also his physical health.

Number One didn't care about any of that and continued to shout loudly:

"Boss, the Sword of Judgment has just detected a wormhole anchor point. Should we go check it out?"

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, Glenn was visibly taken aback, then quickly realized what was happening, sprang to his feet, and asked urgently:

"Where is it? Where is it? I've finally stumbled upon a wormhole anchor point. Is it a natural wormhole or an artificial worm bridge?"

Glenn couldn't help but be excited! After more than a thousand years, he had finally encountered a wormhole anchor point.

More than a thousand years of sailing had almost numbed him. Fortunately, he had gained some insights, otherwise he might have been on the verge of collapse. After all, he hadn't encountered a single civilization along the way, otherwise he wouldn't have been so anxious.

Without the long-distance jump via the spatial wormhole, he believed that he might still be wandering around in this remote corner of the world until he left this space-time.

"Uh! It's still unclear, since it will take another ten days or so to reach the wormhole anchor point."

Number One said hesitantly.

Glenn was speechless. This guy was trying to fool me. I thought we'd already arrived! We still have more than ten days until then. What do you want now? Are you trying to disturb my rest?

His mood was already unstable due to his morning grumpiness. Looking at Number One, who was practically a carbon copy of himself, he said with a gloomy expression:

"Why aren't you changing course? What are you standing there for? Not only are you disturbing my rest, but you're also stirring up my emotions. You're a useless and troublesome fellow."

After saying that, he fell asleep again. There were still more than ten days left! He needed to get some rest.

Number One was stunned. His boss's mood had been a bit strange these past few days. He had come to tell him this good news with such good intentions, and the boss was actually scolding him? Did the boss really think he wouldn't switch jobs?

"Oh well! What can I do? He's my boss. It's fate! It's tough! I'll get used to it."

The core data of Number One fluctuated for a while, but eventually calmed down. The working spirit of the working class is to be the best. If you don't work hard today, your position will not be secure tomorrow.

Having fully grasped the true meaning of this statement, Number One threw himself back into work, targeting the wormhole anchor point.

A few days later, having recovered his energy, Glenn stretched and loosened his muscles before beginning his work: repairing the three damaged war puppets.

After all, it will be more than ten days before we reach our destination. Since we're just idling around anyway, we might as well get some real work done.

He had already planned to repair the war puppet, but he was still recovering from his long period of study, which caused some delay. He was taking advantage of this free time to solve these problems.

Upon arriving at the war puppets, Glenn stored them in the micro-wormhole and went to the training hall. The space here was quite spacious, which was conducive to his maintenance of them. After all, they were not small in size, and the rest room was a bit cramped.

After releasing the battle puppets, Glenn began to examine them. Overall, apart from the golden battle puppet which was undamaged, the other two battle puppets were only slightly damaged and easier to repair. After all, restoring the runes was not difficult, and with the right materials, it would be a matter of moments.

However, having learned the construction techniques of war puppets, he knew that although the three war puppets looked fine, their internal aging must be very serious. After all, after millions of years, even metal and stone would turn to ashes.

As I looked up to think, Number One appeared here at some point. His recent work focused on exploring wormhole anchor points, so he had some rare free time and came here to join in the fun.

"Boss, is it necessary to repair these big guys? Wouldn't it be better to rebuild them? It wouldn't be too difficult for you!"

Number One felt that repairing these behemoths was not worth the effort. Putting aside the material issues, their core modules, which were different from their intelligence, were somewhat incompatible with the technology of this era. They were not in the same system as them, and they would be difficult to manage! He had no way to provide them with hardware support.

"From a theoretical standpoint, there is indeed no need to repair them. But in a sense, they are the last witnesses and guardians of a civilization. So, what do you think we should do with such beings? Destroy them? Or dismantle them for research?"

Glenn understood what Number One meant, and from a materialist perspective, that was indeed the case. But thinking of their final, unwilling roars, Glenn felt it was necessary to do something, and having accepted their legacy, he felt it was his duty to protect these weathered souls.

"Okay! I don't quite understand, but since the boss said so, I'll do it!"

Number One has too little experience. Some social skills are beyond its comprehension as an intelligent being. However, the boss's will is its will, and it only needs to obey.

"Alright, stop worrying about it and get to work. Help me pull up the design data for the war puppet so I can compare it."

Glenn began to speak, saying that with the design data, repairing them would be much easier. Moreover, Glenn not only had to repair them, but also enhance them with current technology, since their era had passed and they needed to adapt to the next era.

"Ok!"

Number One was obedient, and the data was projected onto the side in a moment. Glenn watched it while thinking about the next repair plan.

The busy days never stopped, and Glenn finally completed the final repairs a day before reaching the wormhole anchor point.

It must be said that the process of repairing them was truly arduous. Glenn had not expected that their internal hardware had aged to such an extent, with cracks everywhere, as if they would break at the slightest touch.

It seems that the erosion of time has affected the material of the hardware; after the battle with Glenn, it was already riddled with holes.

Glenn couldn't believe that he was having such a hard time fighting under these circumstances. He wondered how strong they would be in their prime, since the data didn't specify their limits!

Fortunately, Glenn's abilities were too extraordinary, allowing him to create rare materials. With some modifications, the new battle puppet was reborn.

In addition to replacing all the hardware, the power system was also modified. Glenn rebuilt an energy-gathering device for them from the dark dimension login device built inside, so that they would no longer lose power due to insufficient energy.

As for the core thinking module, he didn't touch it because he didn't quite understand the principles behind it, and the information didn't explain these things in detail. It might be confidential or it might be intentional. In any case, he didn't understand it.

Although he didn't understand, Glenn didn't care. The current technology in the universe didn't need this technology. Number One's existence was bug-level. Any intelligent program he could create would be more powerful than the war puppet itself.

Looking at the glowing spherical device in his hand, Glenn carefully installed it on the battle puppet. This was their soul, called the Battle Management System.

Having completed everything, Glenn gazed at the intact Aura War Puppet before him and, using the authorization authentication within Aura Technology, invoked:

"Awake, my warrior!"