Whats's it like to have a fleet that can only recuirt female soldiers?

Zhao Chen's plan for exchanging the three starships was simple yet ambitious. With his current resources, building the T3 Blizzard-class Light Interstellar Battlecruiser rewarded by the system was impossible. However, by using its technical drawings as a foundation and modifying the three exchanged starships, Zhao Chen believed he could create a simplified version of the T3 Blizzard-class cruiser.

Armed with the knowledge of a "top starship engineer," Zhao Chen performed countless calculations and determined the feasibility of his plan to be as high as 80%.

"The hull of the T2 Devil Crocodile-class medium interstellar battleship, combined with performance modules from the T2 Hyena and T2 Gray Wolf..." Zhao Chen muttered, his eyes flashing with excitement and determination.

With a detailed assembly plan in mind, Zhao Chen immediately began working. He personally operated the mechanical arms, dismantling the three starships. Though it was his first time modifying a starship, Zhao Chen felt an uncanny familiarity, as if he had done this countless times before. His precision and skill would have left even the most senior starship engineers in awe.

For one person, the workload of dismantling and reassembling three starships was monumental. Hiring engineers would have eased the burden, but Zhao Chen had no academy points left—all were spent on acquiring parts. More importantly, the secrecy of this project was paramount. Using core technologies from the T3 Blizzard-class design could lead to severe consequences if exposed. Thus, Zhao Chen chose to complete the work alone.

He calculated it would take around twenty days. With the semester ending and his credits sufficient to pass the fourth grade, Zhao Chen skipped classes without much consequence. However, rumors of his upcoming starship duel with Zhang Haoran spread like wildfire. Curious students visited his classroom, only to find it empty.

One evening, while Zhao Chen worked tirelessly in his workshop, a persistent "beep, beep, beep" from the entrance refused to be ignored. Dragging his exhausted body to the gate, he opened it a crack—just in time to hear an irritated voice.

"Zhao Chen, are you crazy?!"

Before he could react, a slender white leg stepped in, followed by a woman pointing angrily at him.

Zhao Wan'er, Zhao Chen's elder sister, stood before him, her usually gentle demeanor replaced with a fiery glare. A fourth-year student and a recognized genius at the North Star Ship Academy, she had completed three years of coursework in just one. Dressed in a pristine white military uniform, her beauty was as striking as ever.

Zhao Wan'er's sharp gaze quickly took in the scene: Zhao Chen's disheveled appearance, dark circles under his eyes, and the mess behind him—instant meal boxes scattered across the floor, a simple bed near the workshop entrance, and piles of discarded uniforms.

"You're sleeping here?!" she exclaimed, furious. "Do you know how much trouble you've caused? You challenged Zhang Haoran to a starship duel over a woman! And you bet your enrollment at the academy! Are you insane?"

Ignoring her tirade, Zhao Chen leaned lazily against the doorframe, yawning. "Wan'er... Are you done scolding? If so, I'm going back to sleep."

"You—" Before Zhao Wan'er could finish, Zhao Chen slumped forward, his exhaustion overtaking him. Startled, she barely caught him as he collapsed onto her, muttering something incoherent.

"This guy..." she grumbled, dragging him inside. But when her gaze fell on the starship parked in the workshop—a vessel that seemed both alien and oddly familiar—her annoyance turned to shock. The hull, though visibly patched and scarred, radiated a fierce and intimidating presence. Surrounding the ship were countless scattered parts, evidence of ongoing assembly.

"Zhao Chen," she called sharply, snapping him awake. "What is this?"

"My starship," he replied nonchalantly.

"Don't lie to me! I heard you exchanged three old starships with your academy points. This isn't..." She trailed off, staring at the ship in disbelief as a realization dawned on her.

"Wan'er, usually you're the smart one," Zhao Chen teased, a sly grin on his face. "Why hasn't it clicked yet?"

Wan'er's eyes widened as she connected the dots. The makeshift starship before her, built from salvaged parts, bore a striking resemblance to the T3 Blizzard-class design.