Chapter 9: Hello, I Am a Lunar-Class Cruiser

With data from the star fort’s cogitator array on Lunar-class cruisers, Chen Xing activated the psionic disguise field.

White Tyranid hull enveloped in hololith shimmer, transforming into an unremarkable Lunar-class cruiser.

Simultaneously, she reconfigured her virtual command pod.

360-degree panorama was great, but after mastering hull control, she needed less expanse.

Following Lunar-class bridge specs, she 1:1 replicated the command deck in her mindscape.

Void birthed a steel command throne.

Metal decking radiated outward.

Saint statues and Imperial aquilas adorned walls and pillars.

Ornate Gothic architecture swiftly filled the space.

Central hololith activated; consoles hummed.

Chen Xing stood at second-tier railing, hands clasped behind, gazing through Gothic viewports at vast stars.

“Honored Lord, this outfit… feels weird…”

A complaint from behind.

Chen Xing turned.

Onyx, in psyker garb, approached shyly.

Plain black robe, fine boots, psychic dampener amulet at chest, Normannus force staff in hand—ready for chain lightning executions.

“No issue,” Chen Xing grinned. “From now, Onyx is my chief advisor and psyker.”

“Th-thank you for the honor, Honored Lord,” Onyx flushed. “I… I’ll do my best!”

Now she fidgeted like a bashful lady—where was the decisive killer?

“Ah, right,” Chen Xing asked, “how’s our Navigator?”

“Her?” Onyx sighed. “Hiding in the meditation chamber, doing who-knows-what.”

“Oh ho? Let me see!”

As mindscape master, Chen Xing could view any corner freely.

Vision switched to meditation chamber—nosebleed scene.

Cynthia stood nude before mirror, curiously kneading breasts, striking sexy poses.

Pure post-TS high-schooler exploring girl-body mysteries.

“Quick, drag her here!” Chen Xing shut psychic sight. “Get her dressed!”

“At once, Honored Lord!”

Moments later, Onyx hauled robed Cynthia to bridge.

Purple Navigator robe, psychic conduit staff, golden Navis compass and Joyce’s Eye at chest.

Exposed back smooth—no crystalline scars.

Spine center: crystal-like “neural suppressor”—balanced psionic output, curbed warp-mutation.

Chen Xing snapped.

Silver-trimmed cloak drifted onto Cynthia’s shoulders, covering back.

Hood up hid third eye—nearly human.

Cough cough, 40K had few normals—Chen Xing faced reality.

[Host, I… why am I like this?!]

A servo-skull flew in, buzzing around Chen Xing.

System awoke from cute light ball to grim relic—sky fallen!

But Chen Xing now too strong—system couldn’t resist.

Accepted grim skin as servo-skull.

But who was it? Legendary female-frequency One Pregnancy Eight Treasures System!

Web-novel circle breaker—trapped in grim skin, unwilling!

Bzzzt—crackle!

Onyx expressionless.