Drake-3 Star System Wasteland.
Central Star Realm.
As the star system with the best geographic location and the richest resources on the server.
This entire star realm was, as it should be, firmly in the hands of the Celestial God Civilization, ranked number one among all star systems.
The Celestial God Civilization was also the very faction ruled by Han Ling.
Its fortresses, warships, resources, population, military power...
Everything about it left all other factions on the Star System Server far behind, including the recently risen Dawn Fortress.
At this mont.
Central Star Realm, Endless Starry Sky.
Boom—
Rumble—
Countless warships, fortresses, chas trembled through the starry sky.
They were arranged in massive, overwhelming formations, blocking out the void.
Moreover.
These fortress battleships released their frequency fluctuations, holding nothing back.
This ant...
Even civilizations in neighboring realms, far from the Central Star Realm, could easily detect these waves.
And then...
These top ten ranked civilizations were thrown into utter panic and shock!
"What’s happening?"
"Celestial God Civilization is about to mobilize?"
"No..."
"We knew the Celestial God Civilization was powerful, but not this powerful!"
"Just the number of super large fortresses we’ve detected has already exceeded five hundred!"
"This..."
"Is this even reasonable?!"
The lords of each faction felt as if their hearts were gripped by an invisible hand.
In the adjacent star realms, every major civilization also rushed preparations for war at maximum speed.
Even though...
Against such a terrifying Celestial God military, their resistance was nothing more than an ant trying to stop a chariot, but ultimately, none would abandon the chance for promotion at the final mont.
Ti passed slowly.
The silent, vast starry sky was filled with undercurrents.
But...
As ti went on.
The few major factions near the Central Star Realm discovered that, although the Celestial God Civilization had deployed all their forces and ford up, they made no further moves.
On the contrary.
Those countless fortress battleships remained at fixed coordinates, and even...
So bold civilizations, using remote sensing, discovered special markings carved onto the surface of those warships.
"Welco?"
Just that one word made the lords utterly confused.
They didn’t understand...
The mighty Celestial God Civilization, number one in the Star System Wasteland, actually had a guest worthy of such a full show of force?
"Who?"
"High Dinsion?!"
Anyone who could beco a lord and lead their civilization to the top ten was no fool.
Almost the instant they received the news, they all guessed the answer.
In an instant.
Even fiercer undercurrents than before a war surged throughout the starry sky, spreading to even the outer realms beyond the Central Star Realm.
In just one day.
Nearly every civilization ranked in the top one hundred learned of this earth-shattering news.
A High-dinsional big shot is about to descend!
The Celestial God Civilization themselves are receiving them!
...
...
Central Star Realm.
The very heart of this vortex and wave.
The Celestial God Civilization had indeed mobilized all its forces to receive, just as the outside world imagined.
Of course.
Those putting on this display were only the Celestial God subordinates and warriors.
As lord, Han Ling did not join them.
On the contrary.
Right now, he was lounging lazily on the luxurious throne of the central fortress, bored out of his mind.
"Athena?"
"The Federal Speaker’s Heiress?"
Han Ling murmured the na, a trace of a smile curling on his lips.
The information had co very suddenly—from the Nash Clan of the Ophelia Federation, that High-dinsional power with whom he’d already made connections.
In their communication, the Nash Clan had described Athena’s identity in great detail—her father’s position, the background and influence of the Ophelia Clan.
They even...
Included the Nash Clan’s covetousness toward the Ophelia Clan.
Indeed.
The Nash Clan, who controlled the Ministry of Civil Affairs and had been secretly expanding for countless years, had long been plotting to replace the Ophelia Clan.
The Ophelia Federation could very well be renad the Nash Federation.
And this...
Was exactly part of Han Ling’s cooperation with the Nash Clan.
As a descendant of the Divine Bloodline, Han Ling only had to stand out in the Cosmic Genius Battle for the Ophelia Federation to gain huge benefits.
By then.
The Nash Clan, who discovered and supported Han Ling, would be able to seize power.
Both by reason and by thod, by principle or justice, no one could question their plan.
"She does qualify to beco one of my consorts."
The communication between Han Ling and the Nash Clan did not convey images, only text.
Therefore, Han Ling had never seen Athena’s appearance.
But...
The Federal Heiress, idol of countless admirers, regardless of her looks or aura—her status alone made her worthy to be his plaything.
"Hopefully she’s an interesting woman."
At this, Han Ling’s smile widened.
He’d originally thought he would have to wait five months, until he promoted to a higher dinsion, to see this Federal Heiress.
He hadn’t expected...
She would descend to the Low-dinsional Server, just for him.
The weight of that said everything that needed to be said.
Yes.
In the information Nash Clan conveyed to Han Ling, there was no ntion of ’Yu Jin’, nor that Athena was searching everywhere for Yu Jin.
It wasn’t that Nash and Athena were working together—in reality...
The Nash Clan, too, had been sending their agents everywhere, searching for any news and whereabouts of Yu Jin.
Rather than putting all their eggs in one basket, the Nash Clan, as a top federal power, preferred to invest on both sides and reap double rewards.
Because of this—
Poor Han Ling, for now, was just a Mongolian Drumr kept in the dark.
He had no idea—
Athena’s true purpose in descending to the Low Dinsion was actually Yu Jin.
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