The neon-soaked bridge of the Aegis-7 flickered as Jax tapped the final sequence into his terminal. In the standard sector of the galaxy, resources were tight and the enemy's firepower was overwhelming. But Jax wasn’t playing by the standard rules.

The enemy commander’s voice crackled over the comms, baffled. "How? You were a scrap-heap a second ago!"

In the vast expanse of the Cosmic Frontline, the grind was over. The galaxy didn't belong to the strongest anymore—it belonged to the one who knew how to rewrite the stars.

"I found a shortcut," Jax whispered. He engaged the "All Ships Unlocked" command, and a fleet of elite dreadnoughts warped into the sector behind him, their engines humming with a power no regular pilot could afford.