Up to the tenth repetition.
After consuming 1.5 quadrillion units of iron ore, the edge of the "Cosmic Void" was still not visible.
At this point, the Constant Star Train had ventured 10 million light-years deep.
Far from the Nia Star System now.
Surrounded by no stars, no dust clouds, nothing at all, it seed extrely hollow. This was the Cosmic Void, the Sahara Desert of the universe - nothing in sight.
Finally!
On the twentieth leap.
Chen Mang saw the edge of the Cosmic Void on the "Doppler Radar" and also saw the "Nami Civilization" displayed on the radar. At this ti, the distance from his location to the edge of the Cosmic Void was only 13 light-years.
When he once again opened a shorter wormhole, after exiting the wormhole, he successfully reached the Northern Border area of the "Nami Civilization."
Also the prosperous area of the Nami Civilization.
This was the Nami Civilization across a Cosmic Void from him.
He also knew the precise diater of this Cosmic Void, almost exactly 20 million light-years.
The cost of creating wormholes for this journey was 3 quadrillion units of iron ore.
Not cheap at all...
Almost comparable to a large part of a Fourth-level Civilization’s foundation; even starting a war wouldn’t consu this much resource.
...
"Seems like they didn’t detect ."
Chen Mang contemplatively looked at the "Doppler Radar," a wormhole suddenly appearing within civilization was extrely conspicuous. At this mont, nearby fleets displayed on the radar had already arrived here to check out this sudden appearance of the wormhole.
But although fleets ca, no one discovered him; there was no attack lock, nor was there any communication.
It seed that his level-500 Radar Shield was quite useful.
Nor did he stop.
Looking towards the coordinates that Little Fatty gave him on the radar, which was a planet’s coordinates, also the coordinates of Little Fatty’s ho, coincidentally nearby, only a distance of 1298 light-years.
There were many permanent wormholes built by the "Nami Civilization" nearby.
This is what a Fifth-level Civilization should look like.
The interior territories have many permanent wormholes for connecting various planets, for maintaining trade and communication, as well as for the mobilization of the border military and resource transportation. These massive infrastructures consu a considerable amount of resources.
Unlike his Human Civilization, there wasn’t even a single permanent wormhole built internally, indeed a sowhat extre developnt.
Concerned not about communication.
As long as there were so resources, he used them all to upgrade the train.
Civilization construction could wait.
Upgrade the train first, once it’s upgraded everything will be there; if it’s not upgraded, no matter how well the civilization is built internally, it’s just an Advanced Civilization’s toy, easily destroyed.
It’s just...
These wormholes he couldn’t use.
A legal identity from the "Nami Civilization," as well as paynt with the corresponding digital currency, were needed for usage.
Chen Mang maneuvered the train towards the nearest wormhole, and soon, a panel suddenly popped up on the train’s console screen.
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"External network detected, wishing to access the train."
"Do you agree?"
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"Agree."
Seven hours later.
Chen Mang maneuvered the train to the nearest wormhole, one located above a planet, with several space stations outside the wormhole as well as space-based weapons suspended in space, there were inspectors at the wormhole’s entrance.
Many trains were lining up in turn to enter the arena.
Likewise, he maneuvered the train to start queuing.
When it ca to his turn.
A chanical arm at the wormhole entrance held a large scanner, scanning over the top of the train, after which the words "authenticated successfully, passage allowed" slowly erged on the large screen beside him.
"Pretty good."
Chen Mang chuckled lightly, he had already coordinated with Little Fatty before coming.
Little Fatty’s father had semi-retired, and Little Fatty had begun to take over his father’s business empire and networking resources, he asked Little Fatty to help him obtain a legal Nami Civilization identity.
This was not a simple task.
The Nami Civilization had an intranet recording data of all trains within the civilization. Only those authenticated could pass through trains, which was vital to civilization’s safety; if other civilization’s trains were casually allowed to enter the interior and use their wormholes, the peril couldn’t be understated.
The fact that Little Fatty could insert his train information into the intranet was nearly a miraculous feat.
This intranet was likely controlled by an imnsely powerful AI.
The AI...
Could not be bribed.
It’s unknown how Little Fatty achieved it; to deceive the AI or persuade it to accomplish this was not a straightforward matter at all.
The specifics would be discussed once they t.
Afterward, like a prodigal returning ho, after passing through several wormholes successively, the train finally slowly halted on a blue planet, temporarily pausing this journey spanning 20 million light-years.
He had finally truly entered the heart of civilization.
Exiting the train port.
The Constant Star Train drove on the train road, quickly heading toward "Little Fatty’s" ho, while looking up at the Celestial Palace still floating above the planet, seemingly unchanged in position.
As if it had beco a satellite of this planet.
Rotating together.
Not affecting light, slightly influencing temperature, but not significantly, this small problem, the Nami Civilization still had solutions for it.
Finally—
When the train slowly stopped in front of an ordinary-looking residential house.
Followed by Biaozi and others, Chen Mang disembarked from the train, seeing Little Fatty and his father in front of the house, he nodded with a smile: "Long ti no see."
"Mang... Lord...?"
Little Fatty tentatively queried, and after getting confirmation, couldn’t help but grin and walk over in large steps: "Finally see you in person, if not for you stopping , I truly planned on giving you the highest level of reception to welco you."
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