238: Chapter 234 The Planet Being Coveted

Song Yang withdrew his hand and shook his still-numb wrist.

Five million, worth it.

Liliya was stomping her feet in anxiety nearby. Just as she was about to try to dissuade him again, the One-horned Boss beat her to it.

The boss stepped forward quickly and rubbed his hands together.

Sir, you really are a connoisseur! Only a truly knowledgeable expert can see the value of the B-3.

You are a distinguished guest, so I won't hold anything back. Look, this B-3 is an authentic model, so the price is naturally high. But since you have a genuine interest in buying today, I'll sweeten the deal for you.

He extended his hand again, but this time it wasn't five fingers, but just one index finger.

Add another 100,000 star coins, and I'll take the liberty of including ten of our shop's standard guard robots. Each one has the combat power of a Stellar Rank 1.

The boss narrowed his eyes, like a fox that had locked onto its prey.

Ten Stellar Rank 1 robots?

Liliya counted on her fingers; the deal sounded incredibly good.

Song Yang raised his eyelids and looked at the One-horned Boss.

Five million one hundred thousand to buy a Stellar Rank 7 killing machine, plus ten Stellar Rank 1 enforcers. This force was enough to run wild in many low-level civilization worlds.

He knew very well that this wasn't the boss being generous, but a different sales strategy.

Although the B-3 robot was powerful, its price had truly scared off ninety-nine percent of customers. Rather than leaving it in the window as a decoration, it was better to bundle it with a discount and sell it as quickly as possible.

Fine.

Song Yang nodded, crisp and decisive.

The smile on the boss's face spread nearly to his ears, and he was just about to call his subordinates to prepare the goods.

However, Song Yang's words interrupted him, I need a guarantee.

The boss's smile faltered, but he immediately resumed his enthusiastic expression.

Please go ahead, sir.

Warranty.

Song Yang moved his gaze away from the B-3's exquisite face and looked directly into the boss's eyes. For such a precision machine, if something goes wrong, the repair costs will probably be astronomical. I want a warranty period.

When these words came out, the boss was visibly stunned.

He had been running his shop here for many years and had seen countless powerhouses throwing money around, as well as penny-pinching mercenaries, but this was the first time he had encountered a customer like Song Yang, who, after confirming such terrifying combat power, did not react with excitement but instead calmly considered after-sales issues.

The One-horned Boss pondered for a moment, nodded solemnly, and held up two fingers.

Twenty years.

The boss said, enunciating each word: Within twenty years, for any non-human-caused damage to core components, our shop is responsible for free replacement. This is the highest commitment our company can give for a flagship product.

Deal.

Song Yang didn't hesitate in the slightest and tossed the bracelet containing the star coins directly to the boss.

After confirming the amount of money was correct, the boss clapped his hands and shouted toward the warehouse in the backyard.

Arno, bring out those ten guys from C-7 warehouse and let this distinguished guest inspect the goods!

The alloy door of the warehouse rose slowly, and a burly, four-armed ape-man walked out, followed by ten identical robots.

Their appearance was far less artistic than the B-3; they looked more like pure killing machines. Their bodies were coated in matte black, with thick hydraulic pipes exposed at the joints, and their faces featured only a single crimson sensor eye.

The ten robots walked in unison to the center of the room, stood in two rows behind the B-3, and fixed their crimson eyes on Song Yang. The One-horned Boss looked at this scene with satisfaction and smiled at Song Yang: Sir, your guard unit is now complete.

The transaction was complete, and Song Yang embarked on his return journey. Outside the spaceship's porthole, the sea of stars was silent. Three days of travel were enough to cross distances unimaginable to ordinary civilizations.

When the familiar Solar System came back into view, Song Yang's eyes paused. The star that had once nurtured all life on Earth was now like a trapped beast imprisoned in an invisible cage, its light dim and lifeless.

And not far from it, near Jupiter's orbit, a colossal object was suspended. A brand-new sun.

Its light was not blinding, but warm and heavy, carrying a sense of new, vibrant vitality, dispelling the surrounding darkness, and even painting Jupiter's massive body with a layer of brilliant gold.

Although it was dozens of times larger than Earth, it floated there quietly without causing the slightest gravitational disturbance to the surrounding planetary orbits.

A miracle...

Liliya murmured to herself. Anti-gravity and spatial stabilization anchor technology... to think it could be applied to such a massive energy body.

Song Yang did not speak. He just stood in front of the porthole, watching quietly. The lights inside the spaceship seemed superfluous; the radiance of the new sun shone through the porthole, casting alternating light and shadow across his face.

Deep in his eyes, the brand-new star was reflected, as was the old sun. Now, the light had returned. Earth, which had nurtured countless lives, would also usher in a new era.

The spaceship passed smoothly through Jupiter's orbit, and the radiance of the artificial sun flowed across the porthole, warm and real.

Alert. High-density unknown signal cluster detected.

Zeus's voice rang out.

On the main control screen, a 3D star map was quickly constructed. In the vast space between Earth and Mars, it was densely packed with flickering light points, each representing an interstellar spaceship.

Like a school of sharks that had smelled blood, they blocked the shipping lanes to Earth completely, yet they maintained a subtle distance, not daring to take a single step across the line.

It's them...

Liliya recognized the meaning of these light points at a glance. Siso exposed Earth's coordinates. These are all Star Pirates, scavengers, and those shady civilization exploration teams that have come upon hearing the news.

There was a trace of lingering fear in her voice. If Earth hadn't ignited the fire of civilization at the last moment, ascended to a Level 1 civilization, and obtained the protection of the Interstellar Federation, Earth would likely have already been picked clean by these jackals.

Song Yang's expression did not change in the slightest. Protection? He knew better than anyone that so-called protection was not absolute. It could be torn apart by greater violence at any moment. His experiences in the apocalypse had long since etched this truth into his bones.

Meanwhile, in this crowded visitor area, inside a dark red spaceship shaped like a giant beetle, the atmosphere was also not exactly pleasant.

On the bridge, a burly man with grayish-brown skin and two horns on his head was pacing back and forth irritably. With every step he took, the metal deck beneath his feet emitted a heavy thud.

Boss, how much longer are we going to wait here? That damn planet is under Federation protection; we can't even get a single hair out of it, and we've wasted half a year's worth of energy for nothing!

The two-horned burly man called Boss stopped abruptly and glared at him with a pair of muddy eyes: Shut up! Do you want to be caught by the Federation's patrol fleet and sent to a mining planet to dig for the rest of your life? Rules are rules!

Even so, Korg's heart was also burning with anger. He had originally set his sights on this primitive planet that had just had its coordinates exposed, hoping to make a fortune. Who could have imagined that the other side would ignite the fire of civilization in such a short time and ascend to the heavens in one step?

Now, this piece of fat was right in front of him, but it was separated by an invisible but deadly net. He could only look, but not eat.

Boss, a small spaceship is coming.

A scrawny crew member sitting in the corner, whose body was almost blending into the shadows, suddenly spoke up.

Korg looked toward the porthole. A spaceship with a sleek design and small size was sailing in unhurriedly from the periphery. Judging by the flight path, its target was Earth.

Hmph, that lucky Earthling is back. Look at that piece of junk ship; it probably doesn't even have an energy shield.

Rocky, scan it.

Korg commanded in a deep voice. The scrawny crew member in the corner moved his ten fingers rapidly across the light screen. A moment later, his voice rang out again:

Just at this moment, that spaceship passed by their beetle-shaped ship. Through the porthole, Korg seemed to see that in the other side's bridge, a young black-haired human was watching them calmly. In that gaze, there was no fear, no curiosity, not even hostility. There was only a bottomless indifference, as if he were looking at an inanimate object.