Fated to Die to the Player, I'll Live Freely with My SSS-Class Ship! Chapter 116 116: No Limiter, No Brake, No Shame

With the arrival of the high-output, low-maintenance Perpetual Motion Machine—Type-3 Eternum Core, we had to rearrange the Range Falcon's engine systems.

Naturally, the Perpetual Engine now served as the primary power source.

Thanks to this, even if we end up jumping to World-One for whatever reason, we won't experience the usual energy fluctuations. There's no longer any need to alternate between multiple engines.

And with all three fragnts of the Warp Nexus finally gathered, the only thing left was to find a trustworthy workshop capable of processing them into a fully operational Warp Module.

That, however, was proving to be a challenge.

Back in the ga, I could hand over the parts to any random workshop, and they'd process it without so much as blinking. But this isn't a ga anymore. This is reality. And in reality, if you handed soone a Warp Nexus...?

Yeah, they'd disappear with it before you could blink.

If Anderson were still around, things would've been simpler. We could've just asked for one of his trusted affiliates, and with his na backing us, no one would dare try anything shady.

"Arthur... This is where I say goodbye."

"...Huh?"

Inside the Range Falcon, while the three of us were in the middle of planning, Cassandra suddenly stood up and declared that. No warning, no build-up—just like that.

Naturally, both Eva and I were confused. There hadn't been any sign that she was thinking about leaving. But then, as I processed her words, the realization hit .

"...You're going back to the yers System?"

Cassandra gave a small nod.

She was, after all, the new Queen of the yers Star System—a title she'd only recently accepted. Though she'd been managing things remotely so far, it was only a matter of ti before her presence was required on-site. Apparently, that ti had now arrived.

"Yes," she said quietly, her voice tinged with sadness. "I can't delay it anymore. The Elders have insisted the coronation be done soon. If we wait longer, political complications could arise."

"Casey..." Eva murmured, rising from her seat and gently placing a hand on Cassandra's back.

Neither of them spoke further, but they embraced tightly. I couldn't begin to guess what thoughts passed between them in that mont.

"But really, is there any need for such a dramatic goodbye?" I said, leaning back in my chair with a grin. "I an, we're the ones escorting you back anyway."

"...Eh?"

Cassandra blinked, clearly not expecting that answer. Her confusion made sense—but to , my reasoning was even more obvious.

"There's no way we're leaving you in the hands of so random military escort from the yers Star System. Just because King yers is dead doesn't an all of his followers vanished with him."

"...!"

Eva's eyes widened, instantly understanding my point. Her hand tightened protectively on Cassandra's shoulder as her expression grew firm.

"You're right. Casey! We'll take you back ourselves—and we'll stay until your Coronation Ceremony is over!" she declared confidently, as if she'd made the decision for everyone.

Not that I had any objections.

After all... who said Cassandra was allowed to leave the Knights of Calot?

Hehe...

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If we compare the mass of the Range Falcon to the Eclipse Sovereign, it'd be sothing like 1 to 1,000,000. That leviathan of a ship needed 10,000 GJ of energy per second just to power its thrusters and reach cruising velocity.

Now, imagine redirecting all 10,000 GJ of energy into the propulsion systems… of the Range Falcon.

The result?

"F-FUCKING SLOW DOWN, YOU BASTARD!!!"

"Ancestors, please forgive ! Please protect us! Kyaaahhh!!!"

This. This was the current situation.

We were rely attempting a routine Space Jump using only our engines and Jump Drives. But since I disabled the limiter on the engine—to test the Perpetual Engine's full capabilities—we inadvertently entered Hyperspace Travel… while weaving between other ships.

It reminded of an old brick ga racing miniga. The one where you dodge oncoming cars by shifting left or right with perfect timing.

Yeah, that was us right now.

With a 10,000-fold increase in available power, our speed skyrocketed to over a hundred tis the usual rate. Basically, we were overtaking every single ship also cruising through hyperspace.

Honestly, this was harder than the Aegis Grand Prix.

"Ah, sadly, we can't decelerate just yet. We have to maintain this velocity until we reach the wormhole," I explained casually while swerving to avoid another incoming ship.

Even the tiniest positional adjustnt caused the cockpit to rattle like crazy… Honestly, it was an absolute thrill. A feast for the senses. I didn't even want to stop.

But, of course, I had to.

Soon, we'd be exiting hyperspace and entering the wormhole sector—leading directly to the yers Star System.

Hmm? Why not just use the warp gate? Well, the next warp gate jump to the yers System wasn't scheduled for another two days. And we don't have that luxury. Cassandra had only 50 hours to reach her coronation ceremony.

That's why I went all in—no hesitation, just full throttle.

[Exiting Hyperspace Travel.]

As Percy's voice rang out, the ship began trembling violently. Gradually, we slipped out of hyperspace and reentered normal space—although our speed remained in the hundreds of thousands of kiloters per second.

Yes, it was incredibly dangerous. No sugarcoating it.

"Percy, divert 50% of the engine's power to shields and push them to 1,000% output. Direct the rest into forward-facing thrusters," I ordered swiftly as I sprang into action.

I let Percy handle those two basic functions, but the rest—dodging asteroids, avoiding traffic, skimming past pirates—I had to do all of that manually. It was exhausting. I needed to react before anything even showed up visually.

*BOOM!*

The reverse thrusters engaged, and the entire ship lurched forward as we began a high-speed deceleration. All of us were slamd against our restraints from the inertia.

"Ugh...!"

I braced myself, glancing at the four mountains on either side—strained against their tight suits, held in check only by their seat belts—as the deceleration gradually stabilized.

The Range Falcon's speed fell steadily from hundreds of thousands, to tens of thousands, to thousands… and finally reached cruising velocity.

The entire braking process had taken over ten minutes.

"Phew... That was exciting," I sighed, letting out a breath and smiling.

"Bastard...!" Eva suddenly leapt at , grabbing my collar. "Are you trying to kill ?! No, wait—you were trying to! You perverted, reckless bastard...!"

"W-Whoa... Calm down…!"

Damn, so those discreet glances of mine weren't as stealthy as I thought.

"U-Uhm... Arthur?" Even Cassandra spoke up from her seat, arms crossed tightly over her chest. "I-If you wanted to look... you could've just asked, you know...?" she added, cheeks flushing crimson.

It took a second to register what she said, and even then, I doubted my ears.

"C-Casey?! You don't an—"

Even Eva was stunned, her jaw practically hitting the floor. "She said she gave up, and now this...! It's all this damn pervert's fault...!" she muttered under her breath.

"Urk...!"

At the sa ti, her grip on my collar tightened, cutting off my airflow and choking out.

Right before I blacked out from oxygen deprivation, I caught sight of Cassandra's faint, sly smile—and the glimr of so unfamiliar emotion hiding behind her gaze.

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yers Star System.

It's one of the largest Star Systems that still operates under an Aristocratic System to govern its people. In fact, it's the last one to retain a ruling King or Queen at the very top of its hierarchy.

While I was knocked out cold, Eva had apparently taken over and piloted the Falcon straight to our intended destination.

By the ti I woke up, I was already lying in an outrageously extravagant room, overflowing with ornate paintings, antique vases, and other expensive-looking art pieces. A glaring display of the rich history and deep artistic pride of the yers Star System.

"The fuck is this place...?" I muttered, unable to contain the words.

It was just so overdecorated that it crossed into overwhelming territory.

As I pushed myself upright in the middle of the bed—which, by the way, was practically the size of my entire room back on Earth—a bell suddenly chid.

The next thing I knew, a group of won—maids, dozens of them—burst through the door and flooded into the room. They quickly positioned themselves around the bed like they were about to perform so ancient ritual.

"Sir Arthur."

One of them stepped forward and addressed directly.

Probably the head maid.

She… wasn't old. Not even close. In fact, she looked to be the most stunning woman among all the maids gathered around .

"The Coronation Ceremony is already underway. We must dress you imdiately, so please forgive us in advance."

"...Wut?"

The Coronation was already happening? That must an I'd been out for a whole day at least.

But more importantly—why the hell did I need to change?

Before I could even open my mouth to protest, the maids started climbing up onto the bed. At first, I thought it might be so kind of strange cultural tradition or weird "welcoming play," but... the next several minutes were pure hell.

They grabbed and pulled, stripped bare without hesitation or sha.

I felt like my entire sense of dignity had been shattered and stomped on...

I did try to retaliate in my own petty ways—"accidentally" brushing against this or that while they worked—but none of them even flinched. It made feel like all my efforts were completely in vain.

"...This should be enough."

Roughly ten minutes later, the group of maids finally withdrew.

In front of stood a full-body mirror, revealing my reflection.

My hair was slicked back and fixed in place, probably with so kind of high-class hair gel. My earrings had vanished, and even the piercing holes were mysteriously gone. Magic, maybe?

Looking further down, I caught sight of my attire—and it was... sothing else.

The entire outfit scread nobility from top to bottom.

A jet-black formal coat over crisp white innerwear, complete with so ridiculous fluffy design puffing around my chest.

Below, I wore polished black silk pants, paired with glossy shoes that looked like they were worth a small fortune.

Draped around my shoulders was a thick overcoat—no, wait—a cape?

Anyway...

"What kind of cosplay is this?"