292: Chapter 295 Jiang Chen's Birthday, Ten Thousand Stars Come to Celebrate

Today is Jiang Chen's birthday.

If one had to add a descriptor to this day, it would be—the most lawless day in the history of the Milky Way Galaxy.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

The flight deck of the luan bird starship mothership had turned into the most crowded wholesale market in the entire universe.

Envoys from various galaxies, bringing the most precious "local specialties" of their civilizations, were queuing up, waiting to have their tickets checked.

Company Commander Zhao Gang held a megaphone in his hand, sweating profusely from anxiety, his throat almost smoking:

"That friend with eight eyes! Put down your box of antimatter missiles! Our boss said, all weapon-type gifts must be converted to cash! And that one looking like a ball of dough, stop rubbing against the runway, can you afford to pay if you dirty it?!"

Amidst his roaring.

An advanced civilization from Centaurus delivered a perfectly cut stellar core, flashing with blinding white light.

The trade delegation from Orion carried hundreds of huge frozen canisters, inside of which were sealed the last remaining... rare monster from their planet that could sing, dance, and rap.

This scene caused the netizens on Earth watching the live stream simultaneously to collectively experience a system crash.

"I... am I seeing this right?"

"Is that thing being held by the alien that looks like an elephant really the 'neutron star fragment' we saw in textbooks?"

"Is God Jiang celebrating a birthday, or is this a 'black market clearing house conference' held in the Milky Way Galaxy?"

Jiang Chen was standing on the command deck of the mothership, holding a glass of iced sparkling water, raising an eyebrow at the fleet outside the porthole that blotted out the sky.

"Old Chen, look."

He pointed outside, "Aren't those people being a bit too polite?"

"I just casually mentioned that it was my birthday today, and they ended up bringing over their entire galaxy's family fortune."

"Are these gifts? This is clearly an attempt to turn my base into a junk recycling center!"

Academician Chen Shuyin stood in front of the console, looking at the dense lists of registrations, her mouth twitching involuntarily.

It was indeed too outrageous.

Things like "Galaxy Operation Rights," "Resource Planet Transfer Contracts," and "Eternal Genetic Agents"—items that could spark a planetary-level war in any corner of the universe—were now piled up in the warehouse like Chinese cabbage, without even a decent safe.

"It's not just these."

Academician Chen Shuyin helplessly pushed up her glasses, "The Orion delegation just sent another message. They said they couldn't find a gift to give, so they simply rearranged their galaxy's entire stellar energy network into the shape of your name."

"They said it was to wish you a happy birthday."

Jiang Chen: "..."

This is too much flattery.

"Doesn't that thing hanging in the sky hurt the eyes?"

Jiang Chen retorted, "Do these aliens have some serious illness, spending all day thinking about these useless things."

Although he complained, Jiang Chen still walked over to the warehouse area piled high with gifts.

That was a massive space of three thousand mu.

At this moment, it had completely changed its appearance.

The shelves originally used to store strategic grain reserves had all been dismantled, replaced by golden, faintly blue-glowing, and even strangely bubbling rare treasures.

He casually picked up a box emitting a faint fragrance.

Opened it.

Inside lay a bead only the size of a longan, yet containing the rhythm of some law of life within.

It was sent by the Andromeda civilization.

It is said that this is the "seed" left behind at the origin of their civilization.

Jiang Chen looked at it and felt it was too small, not even as good as a nut that Pikachu liked to eat.

He picked up another box emitting heat.

Opened it.

It was a complete set of "Liquid Stellar Core" sealed at minus two hundred degrees. If that thing exploded, it would be enough to evaporate half of the Solar System, but in Jiang Chen's hands, it was just a slightly hot hand warmer.

"Tsk."

Jiang Chen casually tossed it to Pikachu, who was gnawing on the table, "Here, stop chewing on that rotten plastic, this tastes better."

Pikachu took the stellar core and took a bite.

"Pika...!"

Its eyes instantly widened, it burped with satisfaction, and rolled over comfortably.

In the live stream room, Earth netizens were spamming the screen crazily again.

[My mindset has collapsed! That's a stellar core! You just used it to feed a mouse?!]

[God Jiang, do you still need pets? The kind that doesn't need electricity! I can help you with chores, my salary only needs to be hot pot base!]

[Are these birthday gifts? This is a universe-class money shredder! God Jiang, tell me, what do you plan to do with these things in the future? Are you really planning to play with them as marbles?]

Jiang Chen looked at these comments and suddenly felt a bit bored.

Invincible, it's really too boring.

These so-called riches, this reverence from the ten thousand nations of the Milky Way Galaxy, in front of him now, were like weeds piled up in a yard.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the warship, overlooking the Milky Way Galaxy, which, although busy, was always obedient to him.

That was his territory.

It was also his cage.

"Although there are many gifts."

Jiang Chen muttered to himself, his eyes looking at the coordinates he had locked away, coming from the end of the universe, "But compared to that thing... it really amounts to nothing."

"Those so-called 'advanced civilizations,' those so-called 'Reapers'."

"The gifts they sent me, I'm afraid they are... death, right?"

He turned his head and looked at Academician Chen Shuyin, who was directing robots to categorize the "congratulatory gifts."

"Shuyin."

Jiang Chen suddenly asked, "Do you still remember when we first met?"

Academician Chen Shuyin put down the record sheet in her hand, slightly stunned.

That was three years ago, in that narrow underground laboratory.

He was a madman who had just brought back "junk" from the Wasteland, and she was a cold and aloof female academician who only wanted to do science.

At that time, they argued until their faces were red over a current parameter.

At that time, he didn't even have a decent laboratory table and had to rely on his so-called "Wasteland junk" to maintain research and development.

How distant it is.

"I remember."

Academician Chen Shuyin said softly, "You looked like a madman back then."

"And now?"

Jiang Chen walked to her side, looking at those priceless gifts, and revealed a relieved smile.

"Now..."

Academician Chen Shuyin looked at the glittering "junk" and smiled softly, "Now, you are a rich madman."

"No."

Jiang Chen shook his head, he picked up the crystal coordinate sphere sent by Jiang Wanqiu, which contained the wealth of the entire galaxy.

He looked at the complex star map.

This was what he wanted.

This was the real gift.

"Now, I am a village chief who can..."

"...reformat this broken universe."

He turned his head and looked at Company Commander Zhao Gang.

"Tell everyone to stop."

"This birthday banquet has lasted long enough."

"Tomorrow."

"We have some real business to attend to."

"Go to that place known as the 'Farm Manager'."

"See what brand of... fishhook they are using."

Company Commander Zhao Gang nodded and quickly passed the order.

The entire base moved in an instant, and the originally joyful atmosphere, amidst the horns of clashing metal, completely transformed into a chilling, war-like sharpness.

Everyone in the entire Milky Way Galaxy thought Jiang Chen was celebrating his birthday.

They thought this was just another reshuffling of wealth.

But only a few people in the command room of the luan bird knew.

That little act of gift-giving.

That little crisis easily resolved by Jiang Chen.

Were all nothing more than...

The final warning issued by the war named "End of Civilization."

Jiang Chen looked at the rare treasures worth hundreds of billions.

He was not only unhappy.

Instead, he felt a bone-chilling loneliness.

Because he knew.

In this vast universe, the only ones who could understand his loneliness were those comrades still fighting monsters on the Wasteland, and these few partners whose hearts were only filled with scientific research.

"Alright."

Jiang Chen stood up, his casual attire exuding a detachment that did not belong to a mortal under the cold light of the command room.

"Since the gifts have been received."

"Then send the guests away."

"By the way, tell those galaxy envoys queuing outside."

"If you want to 'join the team,' that's fine."

"But the prerequisite is..."

"Don't cause trouble for me at this time."

After speaking, Jiang Chen strode into the lowest level of the warship.

There, stored away, was the thing that haunted his dreams, the thing that even the entire Solar System combined was not worthy of touching...

"The real gift."

It was the most ultimate—

Logical weapon.

As long as he gave it a gentle turn.

The fate of the entire Solar System would be rewritten.

Including...

Those golden, greedy eyes hidden behind the dark forest, staring intently at Earth.

"Prepare yourselves."

"To welcome your curtain call."

Jiang Chen's mouth curled into his signature, world-destroying smile. As he strode into the dark room filled with forbidden energy, the aura of the entire warship completely changed.

It was a chill strong enough to make gods fall, instantly enveloping the entire star region.

At the end of this birthday banquet, which was destined to be remembered by cosmic history, Jiang Chen gently closed the cabin door.

He was no longer that Versailles-style village chief.

He was the only one in this universe—

God Slayer.

Outside the window, Jupiter, which he had transformed into a "light bulb," was still quietly flickering, as if counting down for this impending ultimate war.

No one could stop him.

Because in Jiang Chen's dictionary.

So-called threats.

Are nothing more than... meat in the next hot pot.