Chapter 48: The 48th Day of Livestream Selling
The Calamity Goddess, observation deck.
Outside the hemispherical dome window above the starship, in absolute darkness, the core of the Yasa Second Legion’s watch this time—the young civilization of the Milky Way, which had been named directly because of Lin Zhao instead of being referred to by a string of serial numbers—was slowly rotating like a flat spiral with a slightly bulging center, radiating a lively, pure silver-white glow.
Deputy Carlos had stolen the imperial mothership AI avatar’s job as narrator and was currently explaining to the lover beside him, “The Milky Way is moving toward the Virgo constellation at a speed of about 230 kilometers per second, but from inside the starship, we can barely perceive it.”
His omega partner, who came from a galaxy with six special sexes, nodded. “So it can be like that.”
“Yes. If time were accelerated a million times, you would see the spiral arms of the Milky Way flowing like waves in slow motion, and the stars sliding along gravitational orbits like points of light in a river…” In front of his sapiosexual partner, Deputy Carlos was always trying to make himself seem a little smarter, performing the role of a graceful scholar.
His two friends, who were worse than useless—Prince Reinhardt and Diplomat Wyatt—were watching from afar, admiring the precious sight of him pretending to be civilized.
“Tsk. If I remember correctly, those two are already married, and they’ve been married for a long time, right? He’s still pretending? How long is he planning to keep this up? His whole life?” Diplomat Wyatt, who had long blue curls, felt his teeth ache. Watching a friend put on airs was truly one of the most goosebump-inducing things in the world. Out of habit, he wanted to drape his hand over his other friend’s shoulder and gossip with him.
But Prince Reinhardt, who had been keeping his head lowered to watch the livestream, moved aside with effortless precision as if he had predicted it in advance, dodging Wyatt before he could get close and nearly making him stumble. “Hey!”
Reinhardt, model of male virtue, still a model even before dating, Yasa: “Please don’t touch me, thank you.”
Today was the Yasa Imperial Legion’s regular family visitation day. For soldiers who were carrying out long-distance missions and could not return home, the legion would regularly deliver “home” to them as a form of humane care.
To put it plainly, family members and lovers were allowed to take the scheduled supply ship and board the imperial mothership for a reunion.
First Executive Deputy Carlos had finally received the soft, fragrant omega wife he had been longing for. Inspector General Astraea had received his few-year-old daughter, who shot around everywhere like a little cannonball. And Reinhardt…
“Why is it you?” He looked at the tall, broad friend in front of him with undisguised disdain. Diplomat Wyatt was a rare Yasa person with overly abundant emotions. To people from other galaxies, he was always smiling, smooth, and flawlessly sociable, almost perfect. But to his own people, he truly had no sense of boundaries.
Diplomat Wyatt curled his lip and patted non-existent dust off his pants. “If His Majesty came, that wouldn’t be a family visit. That would be an inspection tour, wouldn’t it?”
“What I mean is, no one needed to come see me.” When it came to emotional indifference toward his own people, Reinhardt was absolutely among the best of the best.
“Your Highness only wants warm big brother to look at you,” Astraea’s daughter, dressed in a fluffy princess dress, answered first.
“Warm big brother” naturally meant Lin Zhao. On the way here, omega Suli had shown the child Lin Zhao’s livestream. She did not understand cultivation or exercise routines, but she could feel the warm aura emanating from that brother.
It made people feel very, very comfortable. Originally, because of the long interstellar journey, she had felt a little unwell, but this time she had not felt uncomfortable at all.
Everyone laughed.
There were fewer than thirty standard hours left before this round of watch duty ended and they handed over to the next rotation fleet. Because of the arrival of family and friends, the atmosphere inside the ship had become much more relaxed compared with the long-term tension and vigilance. The lighting on the observation deck was soft. The simulated gravity field and air circulation almost made people forget they were on the edge of a distant galaxy.
Astraea’s daughter began distributing a specialty gemstone candy she had bought when passing by Hoka Star. One for each person, fair and square. The little girl carried out the task her mother had given her very seriously, while chattering nonstop and sharing what she had seen along the way.
“When we passed through the Ash Corridor, we saw so many colorful nebulae! We also met a really big, really beautiful ship! It had a glowing symbol on it, like a seed and also like starlight!”
Wyatt froze. A glowing seed emblem? That description…
A nearby engine-room officer, also reuniting with family, casually chimed in, “Oh? It might have been a friendly ship. The supply ship travels on a fixed safe route approved by the Alliance.”
The little girl tried hard to remember. “Its color… mm, it was gold, and there was green light flowing inside it. It flew over from that… that direction with lots of red stars. It almost bumped into us! Dad, is that place on our star map model?”
Gold and green flowing light. A seed-and-star emblem—the sacred emblem of the Pan-Spirit Divine Nation!
Wyatt’s heart suddenly jumped. Without changing his expression, he moved closer to the little girl and tried to keep his voice calm. “Nana, you saw clearly that the ship came from the direction with ‘lots of red stars’? Do you remember the exact direction? Can you point it out for Uncle?”
The mothership AI avatar immediately simulated a simple star map in front of everyone. It even intelligently took the child’s comprehension ability into account and simplified the star map as much as possible.
The little girl stood on tiptoe and tried hard to point. “Probably here?”
Omega Suli added, “Yes, I remember. It was near B-15462.”
This time, even Carlos, whose mind was usually full of nothing but his wife whenever he was with her, froze. That direction was not on any known public route or any path a Pan-Spirit Divine Nation starship should have taken! It was an unmarked, extremely complex asteroid belt. In theory, it had no value and deviated from all regular routes.
But if used as a transfer point…
Reinhardt and the others exchanged glances.
Then a cold, almost absurd conjecture struck every intelligent mind there at once. Inspector General Astraea rubbed his daughter’s fluffy little curls and handed her back into Suli’s arms. His voice involuntarily tightened. “What an interesting experience, Nana. You go play with Uncle Suli first, all right? Daddy probably needs to… check something work-related.”
Deputy Carlos looked at his wife, whom he had finally managed to see. For the sake of maintaining his elegance, he had only hugged him once when they met. Now, his heart was about to shatter.
But in the end, after rushing up to kiss him, he still followed Reinhardt and the others out.
They almost charged out of the observation deck and headed straight for the core of the battleship—the ring-shaped bridge.
“Pull up all friendly fleet routes and real-time location updates filed over the past seventy-two standard hours! Highlight Pan-Spirit Divine Nation ships!” Deputy Carlos’s voice rang out immediately across the silent bridge, carrying undeniable urgency.
“My lord?” The navigation officer on duty was somewhat surprised.
“Execute the order! Also, based on the supply ship’s log this time, trace back its route and mark every spatial coordinate where it may have had formal or informal contact with anomalies!”
A massive star map unfolded on the holographic screen, with routes of various colors weaving like ribbons. When the routes of several Pan-Spirit Divine Nation ships nominally “carrying out routine patrols nearby” were highlighted and layered with the supply ship’s route and the direction described by little Nana, a hidden, winding path faintly emerged.
This route cleverly avoided areas of dense conventional monitoring and made use of several gravitational shadows. Its final direction did not lead to any Pan-Spirit Divine Nation garrison or known point of interest, but subtly and continuously pointed toward the outer edge of a certain newborn civilized galaxy under their watch—a so-called “absolute silence zone” where, in theory, no ships from other galaxies should have frequent activity.
This was not getting lost, nor was it coincidence.
It was a carefully designed secret passage deliberately concealed by the Pan-Spirit Divine Nation.
They had deceived the joint monitoring network, violated the principle of absolute watch, and secretly approached—perhaps even crossed—the normal range of the watch area multiple times. They had every reason to suspect the Pan-Spirit Divine Nation of violating the Watch Agreement and secretly infiltrating the restricted zone.
“Activate deep scan. Verify all recent psychic-force traces of friendly ships.” Reinhardt’s expression had already turned extremely ugly.
Ships could hide, but psychic force could not.
At the same time, Lin Zhao was in a meeting.
He was in another meeting. Ever since he had found himself a job, besides livestreaming and testing, the thing he had encountered most was endless meetings.
Lin Zhao had gone from being solemn and serious the first time, sitting with his back perfectly straight, to now…
Yawning openly and missing his bed in broad daylight.
What he meant was that Blue Star could still turn without him, but his bed—his universally most comfortable bed, warm in winter and cool in summer, purchased from the interstellar plane—had only arrived recently. He had not slept in it enough yet. His bed could not be without him.
Originally, Lin Zhao had recently heard his younger brother say that, barring accidents, he would finally be able to welcome a brief rest.
He had even already planned his vacation trip to the cemetery to visit his mother and father.
In the end, the accident that was not supposed to happen happened.
“What is it?” Lin Zhao quietly asked his system.
“Plane-related,” 1114 said uselessly.
“Which plane?” Was it Yiwu trying to mass-produce dwarf technical products, triggering intense protest? Or had Lady Hu accepted the “sect enterprise-style” operation model and prepared to use KPI assessments on disciples and psychology to break through heart demons, only to be scolded by old conservatives? Be reasonable. Weren’t heart demons just psychological problems? Why couldn’t they try to solve them with psychology?
Or had they made too much money, like turning on cheats and adjusting backend parameters, causing the stingy Main Brain to finally lose patience? Had it managed to contact 1114?
“No, no, neither of those. Our assembly lines are doing great. We’re not only trying to produce magical items, we’re also preparing to mass-produce flying swords. Psychological counseling rooms are also developing vigorously in the cultivation world. I heard that even the number-one sword sect of the righteous path is now contacting Lady Hu, wanting to learn about psychological counseling from her.”
If it was not those two worlds, then as for the technological plane where Reinhardt was, the experts’ current choice was also mainly observation. That left only one option. “What happened to Kaman?”
To be honest, although their current transactions treated Kaman more as humanitarian care for an apocalypse, Lin Zhao had the deepest feelings for Kaman. After all, it was the first world he had traded with, and it was also the original reason his small supermarket was established.
“Didn’t they already win?”
Just as Kan Anning had predicted, relying on an endless stream of Blue Star supplies, they had defeated hoarding and profiteering, then faced the final frenzied retaliation from the losing dogs, leading to the largest local conflict in history.
That was the incident Lin Zhao’s expert team had analyzed.
The other side had originally planned to catch Gray off guard, but instead, Gray and Kan Anning joined forces with other factions and trapped them like dumplings. The Mechanic had contributed quite a lot during this. Lin Zhao knew nothing about any of it. He only knew that after not contacting Gray and the others for a long time, one day, his first boss had become one of the five most powerful people in Kaman.
“No, no, it’s not those problems. It’s, ummm, how should I explain this to you? We found ‘oil’ in Kaman.”
“…What?”
Author’s Note:
Nonsense Mini Theater:
Simply put, the poor relatives are about to get rich overnight.
P.S. Yiwu: Our goal is to mass-produce immortal swords! Let the dwarves experience a little shock from modern industry!
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