Thomas returned to his throne, the obsidian surface cool beneath his hands. He tapped into the ship's core, feeling the massive reservoir of Qi points he had harvested. It was time to stop being a "boat owner" and start being an architect.
"Expand it," he commanded the ship's interface.
The first expansion was a surgical upgrade. For five hundred Qi points, the Sovereign Voyager groaned as its hull stretched and widened. The bar elongated, sweeping across the deck. A second crystalline exchange desk manifested at a newly formed gangplank, and three more spectral workers emerged from the fog, ready to serve.
But Thomas wasn't finished. He had thousands of points at his disposal, and he knew that in the world of power, appearance was the ultimate currency.
"Again," he whispered. "Go bigger."
