I Can Program My Body?-Chapter 567: Void Pulse Upgrade (2)

Soon, after covering the defense, acceleration, and firepower of the Void Pulse, Philo moved on to the laboratory.

Aside from the three essentials keeping Nash safe, the lab held its own importance.

After all, if not for Nash’s insistence, what they had initially intended to deliver was a fully equipped scientific battleship for exploration and discovery.

Naturally, the Void Pulse’s scientific potential had been enhanced to match.

Unlike the standard equipment and laboratory setup they had previously given Nash, what was on the ship was something else entirely.

"What is all this?"

Nash stared at the array of apparatus, equipment, and devices filling the room.

"This is the Covenant of Truth’s most advanced exploratory equipment. Using these, you can detect the most minute fluctuations in space." Philo explained.

The equipment was designed to discover new materials, uncatalogued creatures, and study cosmic events and phenomena.

"These will be invaluable once you advance to the tier 6 realm. And if you ever want to go further down the scientific path, this equipment is essential."

Upon reaching the realm of law, tools like these would become a divine aid.

Nash could study phenomena at greater depth, on a larger scale, and in their most extreme states; things that once passed him by would become open books.

"It must be expensive."

"You have no idea. This set of equipment is comparable to a tier 9 treasure." Aldric muttered from the side, his envy barely concealed.

Even he, a tier 6 scientist, didn’t have access to something like this.

How could he not be jealous?

Without the right equipment, he had been forced to personally station himself in the Solaris Domain and slowly study his topics of interest on his own.

"Haha, how about I invite you onto my crew once the Cosmic Competition is over, Lord Aldric?" Nash offered.

Having a tier 6 scientist, and a Planetary Master at that, was more than he could ask for.

"Tsk. I’ll hold you to that, brat. But make sure you come back first." Aldric grumbled, though his tone carried warmth.

Despite the jealousy, he genuinely treated Nash as a friend, a prodigy, and someone worth looking out for.

Worried about his safety in the competition, he couldn’t help but throw in a word of caution.

"No need to worry. I reinforced this ship to the best of my abilities. Even if Nash runs into a tier 9 dark beast, he’ll come out without a scratch." Philo said confidently.

"What about a tier 10 Dark Beast?" Nash asked, curious.

"Ha. Good luck, kid. Pray you come out alive." Philo smiled helplessly.

No matter how skilled he was, the materials allowed in the Cosmic Competition were strictly limited.

Once it exceeded the permitted threshold, it wouldn’t be allowed in at all; otherwise, it would only draw greater danger to the area.

Fortunately, unlike what Nash feared, the dark beasts appearing in the Wild Void Area during the competition would be capped at tier 9.

Any tier 10 dark beasts would be dealt with in advance before they could cause problems.

With a monster like that loose, not even a fleet of tier 8 battleships would fare well, much less a single ship.

Moving on, Philo continued introducing the rest of the additions.

After the lab came the ecological garden, lined with spatial arrays that transformed the interior into a sprawling mountain paradise.

Although training or any high-intensity activity wasn’t possible here, as the space was too unstable, it was a perfect place to unwind and feel the world.

The soil and minerals on the ground were equally unusual.

Regardless of species, the garden could sustain any plant up to tier 8 without any issue.

Moving to the next area, they arrived at the containment chamber, where Nash could hold any creature he fancied.

It was outfitted with sophisticated equipment for studying and operating on living subjects.

And if the need arose, it doubled as an interrogation room, functional for extracting information from an unwilling prisoner.

After that came the kitchen, bedroom, entertainment area, and more.

Mindful of Nash’s mental health during long expeditions, each space had been carefully designed to let the mind decompress.

He could live on the ship for thousands of years as though it were an ordinary planet.

Whatever he needed or desired, it could be accommodated.

The ship was also fully self-sustaining, removing any concern about running out of supplies during extended voyages.

Finally, they arrived at the control center, Philo’s significant addition.

Stepping inside, Nash immediately saw how different it was.

Instead of banks of controls scattered across every surface, there was a single sphere floating at the center of the room.

"Can it be fully controlled by mind?"

This feature wasn’t commonly available.

Most battleship operations were already autonomous, and the few times manual control was needed, managing an entire tier 8 battleship with a single consciousness was near impossible.

Even a War God couldn’t pull it off.

Although Nash was confident he could manage a ship this size on his own, Philo shouldn’t have known that.

"Don’t worry. I integrated that small mechanical being you brought earlier."

"Atom?"

At Nash’s words, the floor shifted and warped, rising into the familiar shape of Atom.

"Master. We meet again." Atom bowed.

"You’ve been watching this whole time."

"I apologize, Master. Lord Philo said it was a surprise."

"Never mind that. Tell me what you can do now."

"Hmm."

With Philo’s upgrades, Atom could now perfectly control the entire ship without any lag.

That minuscule delay might seem trivial, but at the Void Pulse’s speeds, having seamless, complete control was revolutionary.

If before Atom had been a passenger along for the ride, now it was an extension of his own body.

"Haha, Atom. Show him the main part." Philo ordered.

But instead of acting immediately, Atom turned toward Nash, waiting for confirmation.

Nash was his master. He had only deferred to Philo earlier because he believed it would make Nash happy.

"Go ahead. Show me what you’ve been hiding."

At Nash’s confirmation, the room—no, the entire ship began to contract and distort.

With the floor collapsing, everyone instinctively used their power to lift off the ground.

"This is—"