131: Chapter 131 Jiang Chen quickly advised: No, that's a big client, we still need to fleece them.

"Bang!"

The study door was locked tightly.

Jiang Chen leaned his back against the door, feeling as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat. He didn't even have time to worry about Academician Chen Shuyin, who was still stunned in the living room; his fingers trembled as he pressed the video request button that was flashing frantically.

With that one press, he wasn't just hitting a call button; he was pressing the defibrillator for Earth.

"Bzzt—"

Blue light exploded, and a holographic projection instantly filled the entire study.

In the image, it was no longer the familiar sleeping quarters, but a massive launch silo located in the Wasteland. A cold wind howled, whipping up dust that filled the sky. Twelve enormous alloy silo covers had completely opened, revealing the jet-black intercontinental missile warheads beneath, which were emitting a chilling mist.

On those warheads, someone had even used red paint to scrawl a few large, crooked characters: [Fireworks for the Father God].

Jiang Wanqiu stood on the launch pad.

She leaned one hand on that four-meter-long alloy greatsword, her cloak snapping loudly in the gale. In those ruby-like eyes, there was no warmth at the moment, only a dead silence that treated all living things with indifference.

Behind her, Grand Commander Lei Zhen was holding the igniter, his face filled with fanaticism and piety, as if he could blast a hole straight through this planet without hesitation the moment the Empress gave the order.

"Father God."

Seeing Jiang Chen's figure appear, the killing intent in Jiang Wanqiu's eyes slightly receded, but her tone remained as cold as ice:

"You don't need to persuade me."

"Those who insult the God must be killed."

"I have already locked onto the coordinates called 'Washington'. Although there will be deviations in cross-dimensional strikes, I have prepared twelve 'Doomsday-class' yield warheads, which are enough to plow through that continent."

She raised her hand, preparing to give the order.

"Stop, stop, stop! My dear lady! Have mercy!"

Jiang Chen was so anxious he nearly knelt down, waving his hands frantically at the air. "Don't be impulsive! That's friendly fire… no, that's our 'livestock'! You can't kill them!"

"Livestock?"

Jiang Wanqiu's hand froze in mid-air, her brows slightly furrowed, clearly not understanding the profound meaning of the word. "Father God, do those weak creatures that only know how to bark deserve to be your livestock?"

"Kill them, and I will catch better ones for you."

"No, no, no, you don't understand."

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He knew that talking about "international conventions" or "humanitarianism" with this Empress who wanted to destroy the world at every turn was useless.

In the logic of the Wasteland, might makes right.

If he wanted to persuade her, he had to use logic that was "harsher" and "darker" than hers.

Jiang Chen straightened his collar, the panic on his face instantly vanishing, replaced by an inscrutable, even slightly cruel sneer.

He paced back and forth in the study with his hands behind his back, his voice low:

"Wanqiu, you are still too young, too merciful."

"Merciful?" Jiang Wanqiu was stunned, glancing at the nuclear missiles beneath her feet. "I am about to destroy their country, and you call this merciful?"

"Of course it is mercy."

Jiang Chen turned around, gazing into her eyes across the void, his tone filled with the sinister ruthlessness typical of a capitalist who would suck blood without spitting out the bones:

"Death is the easiest and most liberating thing in this world."

"One missile, and they are instantly vaporized—no pain, no suffering, just an end to it all. Isn't that a gift to sinners?"

"True punishment is not destruction."

Jiang Chen stretched out a hand, making a grabbing motion in the void as if he were trying to hold the entire Earth in his palm:

"It is to drain them dry."

"That tribe is very wealthy, resources are abundant, and their population… they are all high-quality labor."

"We must keep them alive."

"Let them go bankrupt to buy our 'divine medicine', and toil day and night to use our 'technology'. We must drain every drop of their blood and every cent of their money to build our God's Kingdom, to buy you more beautiful clothes, to buy more energy blocks!"

The more Jiang Chen spoke, the smoother he became, feeling as if he were a candidate for being hung from a lamppost:

"This is called—sustainable overfishing."

"Killing them is killing the goose that lays the golden eggs; keeping them alive is like a steady stream of water."

"Wanqiu, do you want a pile of worthless charcoal, or a group of slaves who will continuously produce tributes for you?"

These words were deafening.

Jiang Wanqiu listened, stunned.

She looked at Jiang Chen, and the confusion in her eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a sense of admiration after a sudden realization, and a hint of… "awe" for the Father God's methods.

So that's how it is.

The Father God is truly the Father God!

This kind of punishment that is "worse than death" is indeed ten thousand times more brilliant than simple destruction!

"I understand!"

Jiang Wanqiu slammed her greatsword back into its scabbard, a cruel yet excited smile appearing on her face. "Let them live, work like beasts of burden for the Father God, until the last drop of value is drained… This is indeed the best judgment for those who insult the God!"

She turned around and kicked Grand Commander Lei Zhen in the backside, who was still foolishly waiting to ignite the missiles:

"Put down that damn button!"

"The Father God has ordered! Postpone the execution!"

"Put the missiles away and save them for the next time we need to blow up a mutated beast king! These weaklings… don't deserve to enjoy this level of fireworks!"

"Whew…"

Watching the launch silo covers slowly closing on the screen, Jiang Chen felt his back was drenched.

This crisis had finally been muddled through.

The safety of Earth had actually been preserved by a "leek harvesting theory"—who would believe that if he told them?

"Um… Father God."

After the crisis was resolved, Jiang Wanqiu's expression changed again.

She waved away Grand Commander Lei Zhen and the soldiers, walking to the front of the camera alone. That domineering Empress aura instantly vanished, replaced by a thick sense of jealousy.

She leaned close to the screen, her red eyes staring gloomily at Jiang Chen, as if wanting to smell him through the network to see if he had the scent of someone else on him:

"I can choose not to destroy that tribe."

"But…"

"That 'female artisan' who stood in front of you just now and shouted at you…"

Jiang Wanqiu bit her lower lip, her fingers sparking as she scratched them against her alloy bracer:

"I don't like her."

"She is too close to you, and her eyes are very dishonest. That look of wanting to take you apart and study you… makes me want to gouge her eyes out."

Jiang Chen's heart skipped a beat.

This woman's intuition was scarily accurate.

"Ahem, um… work requirements, work requirements."

Jiang Chen quickly laughed it off, trying to muddle through: "She's just here to work, helping me repair the spaceship and doing odd jobs. You know, the technology of the God Realm is too complex; I can't handle it all by myself."

"Is that so?"

Jiang Wanqiu clearly didn't quite believe it, but out of respect for the Father God's dignity, she didn't press further.

However, before cutting off the communication, she left a warning that made Jiang Chen's scalp tingle:

"Father God, you must remember."

"Your body belongs to Wanqiu."

"If that female artisan dares to lay a hand on you… next time, I won't throw nuclear missiles."

"I will bring the 'star gate' over directly and hang her on the city wall of Dawn City… to dry."

"Click."

The communication cut off.

Jiang Chen looked at the black screen, touched his chilly neck, and gave a bitter smile.

What the hell kind of situation is this?

On one side is a mad scientist who wants to slice him up at any moment, and on the other is a yandere Empress who wants to cross dimensions to kill people at any moment.

Stuck in the middle, he was practically an acrobat walking a tightrope.

"Boss? Are you okay?"

The study door was knocked on, and Zhao Gang poked his head in, looking worried. "I saw your expression wasn't good just now. Is it… the Americans causing trouble again?"

"The Americans? Hah."

Jiang Chen stood up, walked to the window, and opened the curtains.

Outside, the night was deep.

The full moon hanging high in the sky looked exceptionally bright at this moment, even a bit blinding.

"The Americans are a minor matter."

Jiang Chen looked at the moon, his gaze gradually becoming solemn.

On the phone screen, the system monitoring interface that had been running in the background was silently popping up blood-red warning boxes.

[Alert! Energy readings on the Far Side of the Moon have exceeded the threshold!]

[Abnormal gravitational wave oscillation!]

[Large-scale unidentified flying objects detected exiting the lunar gravity well…]

[Direction: Earth!]

"The real big trouble has arrived."

Jiang Chen tucked his phone into his pocket and turned towards the door, each step feeling exceptionally heavy.

Since he couldn't avoid it, he wouldn't bother trying.

Those alien scumbags wanted to come to Earth and run wild?

Then they should first ask if the hundreds of laser cannons in his hands, which had just finished charging, would agree!

"Old Zhao, get the car ready."

Jiang Chen pushed open the door, his voice as cold as a blade:

"Go to the West Suburb Base."

"Notify Academician Chen Shuyin and Dean Zhong; tell them to stop sleeping and get up."

"Our 'Nantianmen Project'…"

"Tonight, it officially goes online!"