Chapter 7: Everything Can Be Moe-ified!

Hum hum! Hum hum hum hum~

Chen Xing felt she was the smartest being in the cosmos.

Her little trick fooled the star fort’s defenses.

Otherwise, a juvenile hive ship storming this armed station would’ve been tough.

Built as fleet anchorages, even decayed, a dead camel out-sized a horse.

Those lance turrets alone could dust her.

But a tiny illusion solved it—Chen Xing dubbed it “Psionic Disguise Field.”

As a transmigrator, she quickly grasped better psionic manipulation.

Tzeentchian sorcery tricks? Mastered fast.

Eldar holofields sparked another idea.

Combine illusion and holofield—ta-da! Tyranid psionic disguise field born!

Hull masqueraded as Stormhawk, she swaggered into the spaceport.

Surprise-slaughtered all commanders, paralyzing the fort’s combat net.

Mission accomplished easy.

Harvest: 120,000 units premium bio-mass.

Unit: people, naturally.

After rounds of slaughter, Chen Xing no longer recoiled from cannibalism.

Her mind slowly assimilated by the Great Devourer.

From pitiful white-haired loli to bloodthirsty warlike white-haired loli.

She hadn’t noticed.

The system had.

[Host, you… eating people like this okay? Not too much? Can we switch foods?]

It dared not say “count ceiling stains, soon over” anymore.

Souls bound, Chen Xing’s mutating slowly.

System knew.

If continued—system shuddered!

A human-intelligent Tyranid hive fleet could charge Terra, yank the God-Emperor off his golden throne.

Who could stop this?!

As system panicked, Chen Xing massacred the entire mining district.

Hundreds of thousands fed digestion pools.

Plus district resources—hull ballooned to 5,000 meters!

Stormhawk skin no longer fit.

What Cobra-class stretched 5 kilometers?

Fine from afar, exposed up close.

Luckily, new skin found: Lunar-class cruiser.

Imperial Navy backbone, forge worlds built countless over ten millennia.

Even legendary Admiral Spire’s flagship was Lunar.

Rogue traders used them too.

Blending among myriad Lunars—perfect.

Decision set, Chen Xing crafted a zoanthrope—her current strongest unit.

Cost hefty bio-mass.

She wanted One Pregnancy Eight Treasures for seven free.

But… buff failed.

Psionic unit issue?

Unknown to her, system withheld buff.

For swarm-reliant Tyranids, Eight Treasures was broken.

Plus shorten gestation? Insane troop explosion!

System feared Chen Xing throne-yanking Emperor—main system might scrap it for world collapse.

“Honored Lord, your servant greets you.”

Zoanthrope projection in virtual pod: a young woman in white bodysuit.

Ruby-blood eyes, silky black hair, exquisite features, oval face.

Nothing like the big-head tiny-body brain-exposed xenos in hatchery.

“Wowa! Beauty!” Chen Xing’s eyes lit. “You… speak? Great! I was dying of boredom! Without system bro chat, I’d suffocate!”

Suddenly hand-grabbed, zoanthrope beauty flustered.

“Sorry, too cramped,” Chen Xing eyed around. “Expand.”

Instantly, Gothic structures materialized.

Towering bookshelves heavy with tomes.

Between: antique desk with astrolabe.

Behind: massive Gothic window, stars twinkling.

“Honored Lord,” beauty lowered gaze, “will you name me?”

“Let me think,” Chen Xing brightened. “You’re ‘Onyx’!”

“Thank you for the name, Honored Lord.”

Beauty curtsied, faint proud smile.

Meanwhile, Chen Xing heard hive mind prompt.

Glanced new “Troop List”—Onyx topped it.

Ah, tricked?

“Honored Lord,” Onyx sensed doubt, “thanks to your name, I claim a place in the hive mind’s ocean. I bind deeply to you. As long as you exist in this universe, no matter how many times I fall, you can summon me anew from the hive mind ocean, granting fresh flesh.”

“I see—awesome!”

Chen Xing thrilled.

Endless wool-shearing from Great Devourer, building her faction?

But priority: beauty cuddles!

As loli herself, needed help.

Onyx cooperative—cuddle success~

Post-cuddle, Chen Xing’s spirit soared.

System tracked soul mutation stat—value dropping.

System baffled.

Beauty cuddles reduced hive mind soul pollution?

Heavens! Too simple?

System patted non-existent butt—no recycle worry, haha~

For now, they stood firm in this perilous universe.

Follow攻略 plan, maybe collect enough energy.

With energy, escape this rule-bound cosmos.

One issue: host lacked interstellar travel.

System large, but hiding here—eventual discovery and erasure.

Tyranid fleets used narwhal bio-ships for void-crossing.

Chen Xing couldn’t build hive fleet yet.

Trapped in Helrs system!

Local circling slowed energy collection too much!

System schemed: must acquire warp travel.

Only then reach other places for energy.