314: Chapter 317 Jiang Wanqiu looked at her green hometown, tears streaming down her face.

Dawn City was once a city of rust, shrouded in radiation, hunger, and the shadow of death.

But now, it had changed.

The gray, perennial radioactive dust had vanished.

In its place, pale golden sunlight, carrying a certain life-giving vitality, spilled through the clouds.

Jiang Wanqiu crouched in the center of the ruins, her ruby-like eyes fixed intently on the patch of black earth at her feet, which had previously been hard and devoid of any life.

Just a few minutes ago, Jiang Chen had used an operation called "Plane Reset" to forcibly reverse the planet's magnetic field, and in the process, injected countless expensive, gene-active ecological activators.

They were not chemical agents.

They were "miracles" that Jiang Chen had scoured from across the Milky Way Galaxy, capable of turning deserts into oases in an instant.

"It's green..."

Jiang Wanqiu tremblingly reached out her hand.

Her fingers, usually stained with blood, carefully touched the tender green sprout that had just pushed its way out of the scorched earth.

It was an ordinary dandelion.

But in the Wasteland, even such a humble plant was a miracle that had not existed for seventy thousand years.

"It really is green."

Jiang Wanqiu felt her voice trembling; the mask of the cold, ice-hard Empress shattered into shards of glass on the ground at this moment.

She suddenly knelt on the grass, frantically digging away the layer of gray topsoil with both hands, like a child afraid of losing a piece of candy.

She looked at the soil reviving from the moisture, watched the specks of green appearing, and the tears she had suppressed for seventy thousand years finally burst forth like a breached flood.

"Father God..."

She murmured to the void, as if Jiang Chen were right beside her.

"Do you see it?"

"This is no longer a graveyard."

"It has truly... become a garden."

All around.

The survivors of Dawn City, whether they were soldiers responsible for defense, miners excavating ruins, or civilians shivering in bunkers, all came out.

They wore ragged clothes as they gazed at the incredible, vibrant green that was rapidly spreading across the Wasteland.

No one spoke.

The entire world fell into a terrifyingly silent solemnity.

Then, immediately after.

"Thump! Thump!"

One by one, people knelt on the ground.

The old people who had experienced the nuclear winter, and the children who had never seen a blue sky since birth, each offered their most humble and noble worship toward the sky that had lost its radiance, toward that nonexistent deity.

It was a fervor from the bottom of their hearts.

It was not just because they had survived.

It was more because that man, the man from beyond the distant stars, had truly fulfilled his promise.

He had truly brought hope back to this land of despair.

"Grand Commander Lei Zhen."

Jiang Wanqiu wiped away her tears and turned to look at the burly man behind her, who was equally dazed and had even forgotten to hold his gun.

"Here!"

Grand Commander Lei Zhen immediately straightened his body, his rugged voice turning hoarse with excitement, "Your Majesty, please give your orders!"

"Fence these green sprouts off for me."

Jiang Wanqiu pointed at the grass sprouts that had just emerged, her red eyes flashing with a near-pathological possessiveness: "Anyone who dares to touch them, kill them without mercy."

"This is not just grass; this is the new era bestowed upon us by Father God."

At this moment, at the other end of the distant starry sky, Jiang Chen sat in the command seat of the luan bird, holding an unopened box of braised beef-flavored instant noodles.

He watched the jubilant Wasteland on the holographic screen, which finally had a touch of green.

He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, smiling with a bit of smugness, carrying a faint hint of humble-bragging.

"Old Chen, look."

Jiang Chen switched the monitor for Academician Chen Shuyin to see, pointing at Jiang Wanqiu, who was crying like a tear-stained doll on the screen, and teased: "This is the so-called 'Wasteland Queen'."

"She wanted to chop people up just a moment ago, and now, seeing two blades of grass, she's crying harder than anyone."

Academician Chen Shuyin pushed up her glasses, looking at the Wasteland that was being forcibly greened, her heart also deeply shaken.

Forcibly modifying the geomagnetic field? Forcibly injecting ecological activators? This method, even if placed in the top laboratories of their civilization, was unimaginable!

"You aren't saving people here."

Academician Chen Shuyin took a deep breath, her tone complex, "You are 'reshaping dimensions'."

"However..."

She looked at the supply box in Jiang Chen's hand with the "Chenxing Technology" logo; inside were tons of hot pot seasoning and instant noodles enough to feed a galaxy.

"Is this business of yours a bit too much of a loss?"

"You're giving away more resources than you sell to aliens."

Jiang Chen smiled.

He casually tossed the cup of instant noodles into the energy recovery slot, watching the string of energy points on the display, which were jumping wildly, converted from the "Power of Faith."

"A loss?"

"As long as things stabilize over there, our various raw material production bases can provide a steady stream of supplies."

"How is this a loss?"

"This is called 'upfront investment'."

"When we engage in interstellar trade in the future, don't we need a logistics base that can hold down the fort?"

"Besides, what I promised Jiang Wanqiu..."

Jiang Chen's eyes suddenly softened for a moment, but soon returned to that roguish, devil-may-care attitude.

"She said she wanted to live in a big villa."

"So I'll renovate the entire Wasteland planet into a top-tier manor for her."

"What do you call this? This is called—building a backyard garden for my wife."

Academician Chen Shuyin did not retort further.

Because she discovered that arguing about money with a man whose head was filled with "universal infrastructure" and "shuraba management" was a huge waste of time in itself.

"Alright, stop sighing here."

Jiang Chen stood up, looking at the purple mining areas on the star map that had been processed and marked as "pending development," "We crippled The Sweepers' lackeys in this wave; although we didn't catch the main brain, it's enough to give them a headache."

"While all the forces are still dazed, we have to seize the time."

"The star gate on the moon, didn't we just finish digging it?"

"Have Zhao Gang prepare; we need to go over and wrap things up."

"And by the way..."

Jiang Chen lowered his head and glanced at the few tons of meteorite fragments that had just been delivered as a "thank you gift."

Although these fragments looked ragged, the high-dimensional material mixed inside was enough for him to upgrade the luan bird one more time.

"Our journey still has a long way to go."

"Not to mention one galaxy, even if the Milky Way Galaxy couldn't hold it..."

"I could still fold it up and shove it into my warehouse."

He strode out of the command cabin.

Behind him, the lights of Dawn City lit up completely on the Wasteland, like stars fallen into the darkness, so beautiful it was despairing, and so beautiful it was maddening.

Academician Chen Shuyin followed him silently, looking at his back, and that last bit of obsession with "science" in her heart finally dissipated completely at this moment.

This man.

Was he some kind of god, or some kind of tech fanatic?

He was clearly the most uncontrollable and intoxicating—the greatest variable—in this chaotic universe.

On the other side of the communicator, Jiang Wanqiu seemed to have finally finished handling the resettlement of the survivors.

Her face, marked by metal wear, rarely revealed an extremely gentle smile.

That was the exclusive expression she kept for Jiang Chen.

"Father God."

Jiang Wanqiu whispered softly across the screen toward Jiang Chen's direction.

"Although I really want to go over now."

"I still have one last thing to finish."

"I have to help you..."

"Clean up all these 'useless trash' (referring to the remaining hostile forces) at home thoroughly."

"When you come back next time."

"I hope to see a world."

"That completely belongs to you."

Jiang Chen heard this and remained silent for a moment.

He turned his head, watching the receding stars outside the window, a playful curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't clean it up too thoroughly."

Jiang Chen interrupted her calmly, "Leave some survivors."

"After all, if there isn't even a fool in the universe who can oppose us."

"How are we..."

"Going to make money in the future?"

The communication cut off, and the warship's engine let out a dull roar, carrying this man capable of overturning cognition, disappearing into the deepest part of the dimensional rift.

And on the Wasteland, in the huge ruins that Jiang Wanqiu had cleared out.

A beam of light was silently spreading outward through the broken metal.

That was the true, from the God-level Civilization...

The first sound, the call of awakening.

Jiang Chen didn't look back.

Because he knew.

This was the true... ultimate cliffhanger of this volume.