291: Chapter 294 An ordinary day, but also the most important day in the universe.

5:30 AM.

The automatic blackout curtains at Yunding Villa slowly rose, and the first ray of artificial warm light from the sun (fine-tuned by the Dyson Sphere) sprinkled precisely onto Jiang Chen's face.

He opened his eyes, without the conditioned reflex of being startled awake by alarm sounds, nor the sense of urgency of being ready to blow up a spaceship at any moment.

He didn't even rush to get dressed, just turned over, looked at the empty space beside him, and curled his lips.

"Old Chen, what time is it?"

He asked casually.

"5:31 AM, Boss."

In the air, Ikaros's slender projection appeared at the head of the bed. She was wearing a casual pale pink nightgown and even held a small broom in her hand. "I suggest you do a set of 'Foundation Establishment Gymnastics' before brushing your teeth; this can effectively reduce the excess hyper-dimensional energy overflowing in your body."

Jiang Chen rolled his eyes and climbed out of bed. "Got it, nagger."

He didn't do the exercises.

Instead, wearing flip-flops, he swayed into the private kitchen that was as big as a football field.

Most of the kitchenware in this kitchen was top-tier stuff "requisitioned" from various galactic civilizations, such as the thermal extractor that could instantly turn raw steak into molecular cuisine, and the nano-cleaver polished from stellar remains.

Jiang Chen took out a bag of dried noodles that could be seen everywhere on Earth.

Yes, dried noodles.

Even though he could now make ships from the entire Milky Way Galaxy deliver the best top-tier ingredients with just a flick of his finger, at this moment, he just wanted a simple bowl of clear soup noodles.

"Sizzle —"

He added two spoons of "secret lard" brought back from the Wasteland into the pot, and the aroma instantly filled the entire villa.

Pikachu ran in from the living room, its golden fur shining under the lights. It skillfully climbed onto the dining table, hugged Jiang Chen's pant leg with two claws, and let out a pitiful "Pika... Pika..."

"Hungry?"

Jiang Chen took out a thumbnail-sized piece of metal ore emitting a faint glow from his storage grid and tossed it to it. "Here, today's breakfast."

Pikachu's eyes lit up, it swallowed it in one gulp, and then rubbed against Jiang Chen's shoe satisfactorily.

If this scene were seen by those cosmic civilizations still fighting over a small piece of metal ore, they would probably be angered to the point of collective cerebral hemorrhage.

You use rare energy blocks worth hundreds of millions to feed a mouse?

And you feed it as a snack?

Jiang Chen fished the noodles out of the pot and casually sprinkled a handful of chopped green onions.

Just then, his communicator rang.

It wasn't some interstellar battle report, but... a video request from Academician Chen Shuyin.

Jiang Chen tapped to connect. On the screen, Academician Chen Shuyin was sitting in front of the laboratory console, surrounded by dense red data lines representing the energy flow of various sectors in the Milky Way Galaxy.

"Jiang Chen, you slept quite soundly."

Academician Chen Shuyin's tone carried a hint of helplessness, but behind this helplessness was a sense of steady reliance. "The 'Stellar Gravity Lock' parameters you modified on a whim last night have caused the voyage time on that trade route at the edge of the Milky Way Galaxy to be shortened by another ten minutes."

"Do you know what this means?"

"It means that at least fifty thousand alien merchant ships arrived at the Tianhai Port ahead of schedule this morning."

"The Tianhai Port is already completely blocked."

"Zhao Gang, who is in charge of ticket inspection, is shouting 'Do not crowd' with a megaphone there, while also having to guard against those alien tycoons causing some strange riots because they have been queuing for too long."

Jiang Chen held the bowl, sitting by the dining table eating with loud slurps. "Then just open a few more star gates. Or let them go to Mars to unload; anyway, there's plenty of space there, it just so happens to help us expand the Mars warehouse."

Academician Chen Shuyin looked at his indifferent appearance and couldn't help but rub her temples:

"You really don't take this seriously."

"Jiang Chen, every instruction you give now is changing the civilization process of the entire universe."

"Even if you just want to expand a warehouse, it could lead to the complete paralysis of the industrial system of some alien civilization."

"For example, that neighbor in Centaurus, because you just told them to change their route to Mars, they even transferred their own sect-protecting mages to move boxes just to cooperate with your command."

"This group of cultivators... actually went to be porters?"

Jiang Chen laughed out loud at this, slurped the last noodle into his stomach. "It's good for them to practice. These guys, obsessed with cultivation all day, doing no productive work. Let them descend to the mortal world to do some hard labor, it'll ground them."

"By the way."

Jiang Chen put the bowl on the table, his expression becoming slightly more serious:

"Is there any resistance from the civilization over there?"

Academician Chen Shuyin was silent for a moment, then gently shook her head:

"No."

"In this universe, fear is contagious."

"Ever since you held the F1 Grand Prix in the Saturns Rings last time and casually crumpled that The Sweepers mothership into a toy ball, no one has dared to have even a shred of dissent against you."

"Jiang Chen, you are not the village chief of the Milky Way Galaxy."

"You are their — nightmare."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen smiled and did not refute.

Indeed.

When absolute power is so great that the other party doesn't even have the courage to resist, rules are no longer a contract, but a sigh from a god.

He stood up, walked to the terrace of the villa, and pushed open the glass window that overlooked the entire Mars Base.

Outside was the surface of Mars, which had long been transformed into an "interstellar industrial base" by him.

Huge factories roared continuously, and transport ships covering the sky and sun rose and landed like birds. The prosperity and magnificence belonging to the era of great infrastructure were simply hair-raising.

"Old Zhao!"

Jiang Chen shouted into the communicator.

"Here!"

"Are those alien royal family members still squatting at the door waiting for my autograph?"

"Yes, Boss. They have already brought sleeping bags for three whole days. They insist that you sign their family crests, saying that this can bless their galaxy not to be hit by meteorites."

Jiang Chen sighed. "What kind of nonsense is this."

"Forget it, let's meet them."

"By the way, have them transport that batch of newly mined Helium-3 ore to that warship."

"Our expedition team is about to set off."

Academician Chen Shuyin walked over and gently hugged Jiang Chen's waist from behind, her cold face full of happy smiles at this moment.

She leaned on Jiang Chen's back, looking at the prosperous lights, and said softly:

"Jiang Chen, sometimes I feel that all of this is like an absurd fairy tale."

"You take me, take that crazy system, and mess around in the whole universe."

"But this is also real."

"You really did it."

Jiang Chen held her hand back, feeling that steadiness of being integrated into this world from the depths of his soul.

"This is just the beginning."

He looked into the depths of the Milky Way Galaxy, which was as brilliant as a dream.

Every galaxy there hid a fragment of those "The Keeper".

And he.

Wants to smash this entire cage open.

"Let's go, Old Chen."

Jiang Chen turned around, took Academician Chen Shuyin's hand, and walked towards the spaceship.

"We still have to rush to that full-month celebration banquet hosted by the aliens."

"Although I don't have time to attend, we have to go and collect that one trillion in gift money."

This sentence made Academician Chen Shuyin completely break her guard.

She looked at this man who still regarded money as dirt, yet had "reciprocity" carved into his bones, and sighed softly.

Even if he is the ruler of the galaxy.

Even if he is a monster that kills gods.

In the end, he is still that Jiang Chen who would empty an entire galaxy for two hot pot meals.

The spaceship started again.

In this Milky Way Galaxy that had been renovated by him, looking like a resort, the luan bird was like a meteor, streaking across the sky.

And in the deep space not far away.

Jiang Wanqiu was sitting on that warship she had transformed into a "Queen's Mobile Palace", leading that iron army of the Wasteland equipped with Dragon Country industrial equipment, coming towards this side in a mighty force.

The will of two worlds.

In this star field, it was finally about to welcome the final —

Reunion.

Jiang Chen sat on the bridge, looking at the red dot getting closer and closer on the radar, the smile on the corner of his mouth finally completely converged, turning into a kind of composure that was as calm as an ancient well when facing fate.

"It's here."

He said softly.

As the warship accelerated.

All the legends of his life, all the spoils of war, all the love and hate, at this moment, crashed fiercely towards that destined node.

(Volume 4 End)

** (Next Volume Preview: [Volume 5: Ants Under the Throne] — When Jiang Chen finally stands before that unspeakable 'The Keeper', can the 'Law of Causality' in his hand erase this ultimate silence? Empress VS Academician, the ultimate Shura field descends! Jiang Wanqiu: Father God, do you want her, or me? Jiang Chen: Can I... have them all?) **