315: Chapter 318 Jiang Chen: This is your betrothal gift, do you like it?

At the edge of the virtual space, light and shadow intertwined into a dreamlike azure.

It was the projection of a planet.

It hovered between the two of them, like a breathtakingly exquisite glass sphere; its surface was covered with dark red rust and cold rock, but deep inside, it surged with a profound and frenzied blue light.

That was an ocean of Helium-3, the blood that interstellar civilizations dreamed of.

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back in front of the holographic light curtain, his tone as casual as if he were picking fruit at a wholesale market:

"Jiang Wanqiu, look at this."

"The coordinates for this planet, codenamed S-778, have been fully decoded. From now on, it is officially under the name of your Dawn City empire."

"I have already taken care of the paperwork for you."

Jiang Wanqiu stared blankly at the slowly rotating planet. Those red eyes, usually cold and piercing, were now somewhat fixed.

That was the resource extraction rights for an entire planet.

In the Wasteland Plane, the struggle for even half a mine could cause tens of thousands to kill each other until rivers of blood flowed, yet now, Jiang Chen was simply giving it to her as if tossing away an old piece of clothing?

And under the name of... "betrothal gift"?

Her fingers, calloused from years of warfare, traced the air, attempting to touch the blue light point that represented infinite energy and wealth, but she pulled back as if afraid of being burned.

"Betrothal gift?"

Jiang Wanqiu's voice was very soft, carrying a tremor she hadn't even noticed herself.

"Father God, do you... do you know what this means?"

She looked at Jiang Chen, her eyes flickering with a madness that was a mix of greed and adoration. "With this, my people will no longer suffer from hunger, and my mecha legions can sweep across every corner of this star sector."

"But this... is too heavy."

"This is the territory you conquered in the God Realm. Do you really... want to give it to me?"

Jiang Chen smiled.

He reached out and gently pinched Jiang Wanqiu's chin, forcing her to look up at him.

At that moment, the temperature in the air seemed to rise slightly.

"Don't call me Father God."

Jiang Chen leaned close to her ear and lowered his voice, his tone filled with unquestionable dominance:

"On this planet, you are the queen."

"In this relationship, you are mine, Jiang Chen's."

"Since you're with me, stop living in the shadow of that damn Dawn City all day."

"This planet is your pocket money from now on."

"Whatever clothes you want to buy, however many mechas you want to build, whatever you want to feed your group of laborers, use the energy from this planet to trade for it."

Jiang Wanqiu's breathing became erratic in an instant.

The rhythm of her heart beating wildly made her even suspect that her power core had malfunctioned.

Ever since she met Jiang Chen, her life had completely derailed.

From that ruthless Wasteland Empress, she had turned into a "little wife" who pestered him all day to bear a divine child, and now, was even accepting an entire resource planet.

This absurdity made her feel a sense of ultimate indulgence.

"I don't want this planet."

Jiang Wanqiu suddenly reached out and grabbed Jiang Chen's collar.

In her red eyes, she was no longer the aloof ruler, but a fragile girl just wanting a definite answer.

"I don't want energy, and I don't want expansion."

"Father God, I just want to ask you one thing."

"When... when can you really come over?"

She pointed to the distant, illusory plane rift, her voice trembling violently:

"We have already repaired that space teleportation array."

"Grand Commander Lei Zhen is guarding it down below, and all our scientific research power is at your service."

"I even... I even laid out a red carpet to the end of the portal."

"If you feel your current body can't handle it, then I will forge a perfect, ageless vessel for you in my world!"

"Father God, I... I still want to go to your world and warm your bed."

"Or... even if it's just to be your nanny."

"Anything is fine."

Jiang Wanqiu's eyes reddened; it was a desperate longing on the verge of collapse. "In this world, without you, even with more planets and more gold, it is just a desolate graveyard."

The roguish smile on Jiang Chen's face finally froze slightly at this moment.

He looked at Jiang Wanqiu's stubborn yet shattered face.

He suddenly realized that his long-standing business logic of "bartering" was simply a joke to this woman.

She didn't want a betrothal gift.

She wanted that moment of... belonging.

"You..."

Jiang Chen sighed and tucked Jiang Wanqiu's slightly cold hand into his own palm.

"Are you so sure that Earth, that slaughterhouse, is easier to get by in than your Wasteland Plane?"

He turned to look out the window.

Under the deep night sky, the brilliant lights of the interstellar trade zone and those alien civilizations, who were submissive on the surface but harbored ulterior motives, were quietly watching this place.

"When I have time."

"I'll go take a look."

"After all, I also want to see what other good things are hidden in your palace besides those braised pork cans."

Jiang Wanqiu's face flushed, and a hint of shy joy flashed in her eyes.

She knew.

He had agreed.

Although not now.

But as long as he said it, this man would sooner or later cross that wall.

Just as the two were preparing to continue discussing the details of "how to marry into her family," the personal communicator that was originally on the table suddenly let out a harsh, vibrating sound with a strong warning meaning.

It was an urgent alert from the Earth base.

Not only that.

On the radar screen of the base's main control console, dozens of strange, rapidly approaching red markers suddenly appeared next to the green dot representing the luan niao starship.

Those were not ordinary meteorites.

That was...

Something dangerous, even carrying a kind of ancient malice.

Jiang Chen's hand tensed instantly.

The scalp-tingling killing intent made the originally fragrant study seem to enter midwinter in an instant.

On the other end, Academician Chen Shuyin's voice came through the communicator, carrying a rare, near-collapse tremor:

"Jiang Chen! After you sent out that 'polite invitation,' our radar array was overloaded!"

"It's not just interstellar trade appointments, there's also one..."

"One from the edge of the universe, something that even our database cannot identify..."

"'Declaration of war'."

Jiang Wanqiu's red eyes turned completely scarlet in this instant.

She let go of Jiang Chen's hand, slowly stepped back, and pressed her right hand onto the hilt of the newly repaired vibration dagger.

Killing intent swirled madly around her.

"Father God."

She looked at Jiang Chen, a cruel and stunningly beautiful smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

"It seems that this so-called 'Milky Way Galaxy'."

"Indeed still has some things that don't know what's good for them."

"Need us to... clean up."

Jiang Chen stood up.

He looked at the alarm box that had suddenly popped up, feeling the challenge that made his blood burn.

He picked up the Law of Causality controller and gave it a casual shake.

The feeling was like preparing for an upcoming ultimate gamble that could treat this Milky Way Galaxy like a mahjong table and completely reshuffle it.

"Then let them come."

"No matter where those 'The Keepers' come from."

"Or where those 'hunters' are from."

"Let them all roll over here."

He turned his head and looked at the star-filled sky outside the window, which was brilliant to the point of madness, a cold and sharp smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"I've had enough gifts in this lifetime."

"Now..."

"It's time to let these bastards."

"Experience what it means—true despair."

Jiang Chen strode out of the study.

Behind him, the luan bird engines roared; the interstellar expedition officially entered the countdown to destruction and rebirth.