100: Chapter 100 Okay, I'll reluctantly pretend to be cool.

Tianhai International Airport, private tarmac.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated before it was shattered by a roar of an engine that was extremely sci-fi and completely out of place for this era.

That was not the roar of a jet engine.

That was the unique, low-frequency hum of an Anti-gravity Engine, like a beating heart.

"Hum—hum—"

A streamlined aircraft, without a single rivet or seam, resembling a silver swift, was hovering silently half a meter above the ground.

To avoid being too shocking (though it already was), Jiang Chen had specifically had it painted with a slightly more "civilian-looking" white coating and printed a large "Chenxing Technology" logo on the wing.

This was what had been pulled out from the belly of the luan niao starship—the [Star Shuttle-class Single-person Shuttle].

Originally used for delivering packages between the mothership and the planet's surface, it had now become Jiang Chen's "private jet."

"This... this is the plane you're going to take?"

Academician Chen Shuyin stood on the tarmac, holding two Louis Vuitton travel bags. The Chanel haute couture gown she had specially changed into to match Jiang Chen's "showing off" was pressed tightly against her body by the engine's airflow, outlining a perfect S-curve.

She pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, looking at the weird contraption in front of her that didn't even have wheels, feeling that her scientific common sense had been insulted once again:

"Jiang Chen, you call this a plane? This thing doesn't even have landing gear!"

"And besides, there are only two of us. Isn't it a bit of a waste of fuel to fly such a big thing?"

Jiang Chen was standing at the cabin door, wearing a loose-fitting casual suit with a T-shirt underneath, and a pair of limited-edition sneakers on his feet.

If you didn't know he was going to receive a Nobel Prize, passersby would probably think he was heading to an internet cafe for an all-nighter.

"Waste what? This thing runs on micro-fusion batteries; one can fly half the globe."

Jiang Chen reached out and pulled Academician Chen Shuyin up, taking the bags from her hands with a gesture that was almost too gentlemanly to be real:

"Besides, we represent the face of the Dragon Kingdom."

"Take a commercial flight? Too slow. Take a Gulfstream? Too tacky."

"Only by flying this thing can we let those sheltered old Europeans know what is called—"

He snapped his fingers, and the cabin door slid shut silently:

"The mysterious power from the East."

...

Sweden, Stockholm.

As the venue for the Nobel Prize ceremony, this Nordic city was exceptionally lively and crowded today.

Outside the concert hall, luxury cars gathered.

Top scientists, royalty, and dignitaries from various countries, all dressed in tuxedos and evening gowns, walked into the venue as elegantly as penguins. Camera flashes lit up the red carpet as if it were daylight.

However.

Just ten minutes before the awards ceremony was about to begin.

The crowd, who had been conversing elegantly, suddenly heard a strange sound of air being torn apart above them.

"What is that sound?"

"My God! Look at the sky! What is that?!"

Everyone looked up instinctively.

They saw a huge silver cloud... no, it was a silver-white aircraft, ignoring all air traffic control, hovering vertically above the square in front of the concert hall in an extremely domineering posture that defied the laws of physics.

No propellers, no jet exhausts.

It just floated there silently, like a ghost.

Immediately after.

The cabin door opened, and a blue tractor beam projected directly to the end of the red carpet.

Under the stunned gaze of thousands of people, Jiang Chen, hands in his pockets, stepped onto the beam and slowly "floated" down like an immortal descending from the heavens.

Following him was Academician Chen Shuyin, who looked cold and aloof but had no choice but to carry the bags.

"This..."

The champagne glass in the King of Sweden's hand dropped.

The Royal Guard responsible for security was dumbfounded.

What the hell kind of entrance is this? Iron Man?!

The moment Jiang Chen landed on solid ground, the tractor beam vanished, and the shuttle above shot upward instantly, breaking through the clouds in the blink of an eye and disappearing beyond the reach of radar.

"Seems I'm not late."

Jiang Chen glanced at the cheap digital watch on his wrist, waved to the petrified celebrities around him, and smiled brightly:

"Hello, good evening everyone."

"I'm Jiang Chen, here to pick up a trophy and grab a free meal."

"Um... I don't need to queue, right?"

...

The awards ceremony scene.

In the magnificent hall, the atmosphere was so bizarre it made people want to laugh.

Sitting below were the pinnacles of human intelligence, all in suits and ties, sitting upright.

And on stage.

Jiang Chen stood at the podium in his casual outfit. He had no speech notes, no bowtie, and even reached out to adjust the microphone that he felt was a bit too low.

The King of Sweden stood beside him, holding the heavy gold medal, his expression a bit stiff.

He had presented awards to countless scientists, but he had never seen anyone so... casual.

"Ahem."

Jiang Chen cleared his throat, his gaze sweeping over the expressions of worship, jealousy, and complexity below.

He knew that billions of eyes around the world were watching him right now.

"First of all, thank you to the organizing committee for reimbursing... oh, no, thank you to the organizing committee for giving me this award."

Jiang Chen smiled, picked up the medal that represented the highest honor, and weighed it in his hand as if it were a brick:

"Actually, I feel quite ashamed."

"Everyone is praising me for conquering cancer, calling me a savior."

"But to be honest, I really didn't do much."

He paused, his eyes becoming somewhat profound, his tone carrying a lightness that made the old professors who had spent their whole lives studying want to vomit blood:

"I neither stayed up late in the lab nor wrote even a single complex formula."

"That drug wasn't invented by me either."

The audience was in an uproar.

Not invented by you? Then who?

Could there be a higher expert behind the scenes?

"It was a gift from Nature."

Jiang Chen was spouting nonsense with a straight face, without blushing or skipping a beat:

"I was just lucky, and in a... well, a rather special 'garbage dump,' I discovered this magical formula."

"So, this award should not be given to me."

He held up the medal, facing the camera and the whole world, and spoke the quote destined to be recorded in the annals of Versailles:

"It should be given to Nature, or..."

"Given to the manufacturer that produced this 'insecticide'."

"I, Jiang Chen."

"Am just a porter for Nature."

Boom—!

Thunderous applause erupted below.

Although everyone felt he was talking nonsense, this kind of "even though I have the ability, I say it's luck" level of pretentiousness was simply too high.

Especially for the ordinary people who had benefited from "God Jiang," these words were simply the model of humility!

"Well said!"

"This is the style of a master! Success doesn't have to be achieved by me!"

"A porter? I want to be that kind of porter too! Even if it's just moving bricks, that's fine!"

Amidst the cheers, Jiang Chen smiled and bowed in thanks.

However.

Just as he straightened his back and prepared to slip off the stage.

The phone he kept in his pocket suddenly vibrated violently against his body.

It wasn't that kind of ordinary vibration.

But a rapid, sharp, high-risk alert that felt like it could sting the nerves!

The smile on Jiang Chen's face froze instantly.

He instinctively took out his phone and, using his body as cover, glanced at the screen.

It wasn't Jiang Wanqiu.

Nor was it General Qin Weiguo.

It was the [System] that had always been reticent, only responsible for issuing tasks and collecting money.

On the screen, a blood-red exclamation mark was flashing frantically against a background of a pitch-black star map.

[Alert! Alert!]

[High-energy gravitational wave anomaly detected!]

[Source location: Earth's satellite—the Far Side of the Moon.]

[Energy level: S-class (sufficient to level the surface).]

[Preliminary assessment: Unknown higher civilization unit is awakening, or is... attempting to land!]

[New task chain triggered: Starry Sea Journey.]

Jiang Chen's pupils contracted sharply.

The Far Side of the Moon?

Higher civilization?

Landing?

What the hell, isn't this an urban tycoon novel? How did it suddenly fast-forward to Star Wars?

Could it be... the "original owner" of that warship of mine has come knocking?

"Clap, clap—"

The applause below was still surging like a tide, with countless people still moved by the "porter" speech just now.

But Jiang Chen could no longer hear it.

He slowly raised his head.

He didn't look at the audience, nor did he look at the camera.

His gaze penetrated the magnificent dome, penetrated the cold night sky of Stockholm, and cast directly toward that cold and mysterious moon hanging high in the sky—

The Moon.

Behind that bright moonlight, in the dark shadows unreachable by human sight.

It seemed there was a pair of cold eyes, separated by 380,000 kilometers of void, watching this blue planet indifferently.

"Looks like..."

Jiang Chen gripped the medal in his hand, the golden edge digging into his palm, causing pain.

He took a deep breath, the cynical smile on his lips gradually disappearing, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and—

Excitement.

"It's time to clear the Earth map."

"Since you've arrived..."

"Then let's change the arena."

"Let's go to the sky and have some real fun."

**(Volume 2: Business Tycoon and Eagle Sauce Panic · End)**

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