154: Chapter 154 The Chief of Ceremonies Has Legs Now, Appointing a Deputy Administrator!

Fifteen minutes later.

Yi Chang stepped out of the expansion pod wearing black stiletto heels.

Her pace was still a bit unsteady, but the visual impact of those legs was already explosive.

A pencil skirt hugged her waist and hips, outlining the lines of her newly transformed legs with extreme clarity.

The silver invisible scale patterns on the outside of her thighs were faintly visible beneath the hem of her skirt.

Her white shirt was buttoned all the way to the top.

The collar sat snugly against her slender neck.

With ice-blue vertical pupils paired with this OL uniform, her lethality was maxed out.

In the first-floor carriage, Su Xiaoqi was the first to see her.

The mammoth tenderloin in her mouth fell out.

“Snake Sister has legs!!”

Jiang Yanxue lifted her eyelids from the sofa, her dark red pupils scanning Yi Chang's entire body.

“Legs are quite long.”

Her tone was flat, but her movements sharpening her blade quickened slightly.

Blood Rose leaned back in her booth, sized her up for three seconds, and whistled:

“That waist... is half an inch thinner than mine.”

Shen Wanxing poked half her head out from under the blanket, took a look, and then retracted back inside.

Chen Chen stood by the command console, waiting for Yi Chang to walk over and stand still in front of him.

“What did the system update for you?”

Yi Chang opened her panel and projected it between the two of them.

[Snake Scale Tribe Yi Chang · Transformation Complete]

[Class Change: Senior Urban Construction Archon]

[Can manage all NPC units within the territory, including recruitment, deployment, and upgrades]

[Vice City Lord permissions unlocked]

Chen Chen finished scanning the data.

“From now on, you are the Vice City Lord of the Sky Fortress. The management rights for the Proprietress, the Butcher, and all subsequent NPCs belong to you.”

Yi Chang's vertical pupils flickered.

“You trust me?”

“Your clansmen are in my fortress, your inheritance pebble is in my hand, and I gave you your legs,” Chen Chen said, crossing his arms. “What do you think?”

Yi Chang gripped the hem of her skirt tightly.

“...Understood.”

“Go report to the first floor and straighten out the workflows for the Proprietress and the Butcher.”

Yi Chang turned around, her high heels clicking as she walked toward the connecting passage.

Her pace was much steadier than before, but she still wobbled occasionally.

When she reached the entrance of the passage, she paused for half a second.

She didn't look back.

“What I owe you... I will remember.”

Then she disappeared into the passage.

...

4:17 PM.

Jiang Jiuyou returned from the front line.

Fresh Aberration blood stained her dark red cloak, and her silver-white hair was half-disheveled.

She stepped into the first floor of the fortress in her military boots, preparing to head to the fourth floor to report the battle results.

Then she saw Yi Chang.

Yi Chang, dressed in a black OL uniform, was standing before the management console on the first floor. Her long legs were balanced on stiletto heels as she handed over pricing permissions for material flow with the Proprietress.

The Proprietress's fox ears were drooping, clearly reluctant.

“I can yield part of the pricing power, but the profit share cannot be lower than—”

“Thirty percent,” Yi Chang's voice was calm. “The Lord's decision.”

The Proprietress's tail flicked, but she finally nodded.

Jiang Jiuyou stood at the passage entrance, her ice-blue pupils locked onto Yi Chang's newly transformed legs.

Three seconds.

She turned and went upstairs.

The rhythm of her military boots hitting the metal stairs was two beats faster than usual.

Fourth floor, Pilot Tower.

Chen Chen was flipping through the experience panel.

His level had already jumped from twelve to thirteen, and the experience bar was still advancing at a steady pace.

The efficiency of taking a cut from over six hundred people grinding monsters simultaneously was terrifyingly absurd.

Jiang Jiuyou pushed the door open and entered.

“Frontline battle report—the Dark Division cleared seven nests, the military cleared four, zero casualties, and the average level of all members increased by 1.3.”

“Not bad.”

Jiang Jiuyou slapped the data pad onto the control console.

Chen Chen looked up.

Jiang Jiuyou stood by the secondary command console, a suppressed emotion churning in her ice-blue pupils.

“You gave that snake... Vice City Lord?”

“Her class panel updated; the system recognized it.”

“Internal administration, I can do that too.”

“You handle military command and personnel deployment; she manages NPCs. It doesn't conflict.”

Jiang Jiuyou grit her teeth.

“She just grew legs and can't even walk steadily, yet you—”

“Jiuyou.”

Chen Chen stood up.

Jiang Jiuyou's words caught in her throat.

Chen Chen walked up to her.

He reached out, his thumb and index finger pinching Jiang Jiuyou's chin, tilting it up slightly.

“Jealous?”

Jiang Jiuyou's Adam's apple bobbed.

“I'm not—”

“Your heart rate is at 110.”

Chen Chen's thumb brushed the edge of her lower lip. “You haven't taken off the lingxi ring. I bet you just scanned your own vitals.”

Jiang Jiuyou's breathing became erratic.

Chen Chen let go and took half a step back.

“Tonight.”

Jiang Jiuyou was stunned.

“What?”

“You said it yourself—wait for the day I have the ability to make you willing to be ranked seventh.”

Chen Chen turned and sat back in the main pilot's seat. “Tonight, I'll make you willing.”

Jiang Jiuyou stood there, her whole body freezing for two seconds.

Then she turned and left immediately.

As she reached the door, her footsteps paused for a moment.

“...I'll wait for you.”

Her voice was extremely soft.

The door closed.

Chen Chen leaned back in his chair and opened the communication panel.

On the frequency list of the Red Fox Tribe communication chip, a high-frequency signal was flashing.

The Proprietress's voice came up from the first floor: “Chen Chen, my chip intercepted a cross-district high-frequency broadcast.”

“What's the content?”

“Two hundred kilometers from here, fifteen degrees north-northeast—there's a neutral truce point called 'Wasteland Inn'. A large number of wandering survivors and... high-level professional NPCs have gathered there.”

Chen Chen's finger paused on the panel.

“What level of NPCs?”

“Mechanics, Pharmacists, Rune Blacksmiths—all technical types.”

The Proprietress's voice took on the shrewdness characteristic of a merchant. “They are looking for a shelter. First come, first served.”

Chen Chen closed the channel.

The Sky Fortress was currently most lacking in logistical technical NPCs.

With Yi Chang's Vice City Lord permissions, recruitment efficiency would double.

He pressed the fleet broadcast.

“Shen Wanbing, Jiang Yanxue, Blood Rose, Yi Chang—board the vehicle in ten minutes.”

He paused.

“Objective: Wasteland Inn, two hundred kilometers away.”

The Ghost Fortress's A-grade maglev engine began to preheat.

The forty-five-ton steel beast detached from the fortress's connecting passage, hovering in mid-air as it slowly turned.

The diamond-shaped prisms of the Void Annihilation Matrix on the roof began to rotate.

Over the communicator, Jiang Jiuyou's voice came through: “I stay behind?”

“You take care of the home.”

The channel went quiet for a beat.

“...Come back early.”

Chen Chen pushed the engine power to eighty percent.

The Ghost Fortress tore through the acid mist, surging toward the north at full speed.

In the first-floor carriage, Yi Chang gripped a handrail to steady herself in her high heels.

She had transformed less than two hours ago and was already being pulled onto the war vehicle.

Jiang Yanxue leaned against the sofa, her dark red pupils glancing at Yi Chang.

“Sit tight, don't fall.”

Yi Chang gripped the handrail, a trace of defiance flashing in her vertical pupils.

“I won't fall.”

Just as she spoke, the Ghost Fortress accelerated.

Inertia pushed her back half a step, and her high heels slipped on the metal floor.

Jiang Yanxue snorted.

Blood Rose poked her head out from the booth, her wine-red curly hair swaying. “Newbie, do you want me to hold you?”

Yi Chang grit her teeth and sat down on the sofa.

Shen Wanbing turned her head from the command console, the blue light from her concentration ice heart necklace providing a stable output.

“193 kilometers ahead, the signal source for Wasteland Inn is confirmed. Estimated arrival in forty minutes.”

She paused and pushed up her glasses.

“But around the signal source... three other convoys are also approaching.”

Chen Chen's voice came down from the fourth floor: “What level?”

“Two small-scale, one—”

The blue light in Shen Wanbing's eyes flickered twice. “A medium-scale convoy, over twenty vehicles, carrying heavy weapons. Energy signature... not the Cinder Cult, but the concentration of faith marks is extremely high.”

“Which district?”

“District 046.”

Chen Chen's hand rested on the weapon control panel.

“First come, first served.”

The engine hum rose to a higher pitch.

The Ghost Fortress pulled a blue-white light trail through the Magnetic Storm Floating Forest, rapidly closing in on the Wasteland Inn.