Shadows of the Deep Space

“No need, the modified V-type Gene Potion uses diluted plant extract, which requires a relatively small amount. The materials I have on hand are enough to make ten doses of the modified Gene Potion. However, the Star Spirit Blood is required in large quantities, and we’re out of stock, so I’ll need you to get some. As for the original version of the Gene Potion, I’ve only produced three doses, which were given to a few specific individuals.”

Dr. Blakes said to Su Ming.

“Okay!”

Su Ming replied happily; getting Star Spirit Blood wouldn’t be a problem.

“Also, I am currently developing the VI-type Gene Potion, so keep an eye on rare plants in the universe.”

“What kind do you need?”

“Any VI-type plant will do!”

“Got it.”

“Hm.”

Dr. Blakes then hung up the communication.

Su Ming took a deep breath and turned to Rhein, who was waiting beside him.

“Rhein, I’ll leave this place to you. You stay behind with some people at Dark Moon Port and take care of things!”

“Don’t worry, as long as people are here, home is here!”

Rhein replied promptly.

Su Ming then spoke to Onite.

“Onite, move Ilyas and the supplies onto Thunder Extreme, and you’re coming along too.”

“Understood.”

Onite was slightly taken aback but promptly responded.

After giving his orders, Su Ming turned to Timi.

“Once everything is ready, head to Crimson Country!”

“Yes!”

Timi responded promptly.

….

A few hours later.

The Star Destroyer·Thunder Extreme slowly ascended, leaving Dark Moon Port and entering space. It then activated the Superluminal Flight Device, entered Subspace, and disappeared from view.

…

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Outside the Black Flame Star Defense Line.

Countless transport ships and vessels gathered in the outer starry sky.

The surfaces of these vessels were painted with the logos of various Neutral Countries and corporate groups.

They’ve all fled from the Danube Star Sea in hopes of receiving the Federation’s protection. However, they are all being stopped outside, unable to enter.

At this time, in the Immigration Hall·Observation Deck of the Black Flame Star Headquarters.

Lord Rosaga stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking the reception hall below.

Below was a dense crowd of people, all applying for asylum: Neutral Country leaders, Council Chairmen, Nobles, and businessmen.

“Lord Rosaga, all personnel applying for asylum who haven’t already joined the Federation are gathered below.”

Vice City Lord Max spoke respectfully.

Lord Rosaga looked at them as if they were a bunch of ants, and said coldly.

“A bunch of ants, they really think the Federation does charity, it’s not so easy to get asylum.”

“Rest assured, my Lord, I have already arranged everything, it will surely satisfy you.”

Vice City Lord Max said with a smile.

“It better, don’t let me down.”

Lord Rosaga replied coldly.

Last time’s voting incident, he had backstabbed Farren City Lord, though they let bygones be bygones later.

But things don’t pass easily; his situation is not very good now. So he must seize this opportunity to gain some leverage for smoother relations in the future.

“Yes.”

Vice City Lord Max quickly responded.

Lord Rosaga then turned and left.

…

Inside the reception hall.

Groups of personnel from Neutral Countries, dressed in various styles of luxurious garments, stood together in the hall.

Their faces were filled with anxiety, panic, and other uneasy expressions.

Upon closer inspection, you could see the Kviten Neutral Country·Billco Country Master, Abay Kingdom·Baisan Country Lord and others.

Monica and Vox, Jason, Jenny, and others were also in the crowd, but they didn’t come alone.

Beside them stood a group of lavishly dressed Nobles, among whom the most conspicuous was an old man wearing a crown, with a haggard face and sunken eyes.

This old man was the Awahog Kingdom·Hotega Country Lord.

At the front of the reception hall, there was a high platform, with Black Flame City·Roli Chief standing on it, looking emotionless at the crowd below.

Then Vice City Lord Max’s son, Isawen, walked into the reception hall, climbed the platform, and whispered a few words in Roli Chief’s ear.

“Got it.”

Roli Chief nodded slightly, and then stepped down from the platform.

Isawen stood on the platform, smiling broadly, surveying the uneasy crowd below, as if looking at lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Soon, Roli Chief walked up to Vox and the others, speaking coldly.

“Listen up, the Dragon White President’s directive has arrived. The Federation Government only accepts personnel from Neutral Countries that are part of the Federation system; the rest are not allowed in!”

As he finished speaking, the crowd immediately erupted in wails, pleading.

“Lord Roli, please have mercy!”

“Yes, give us a way out!”

“The Dark Star Empire is about to attack.”

“We really have nowhere else to go!”

…

“Quiet! Everyone be quiet!”

Roli Chief shouted at the crowd.

The originally noisy hall immediately fell quiet, with everyone looking towards Roli Chief.

“I know you’re pitiful, I really want to help you. But the Dragon White President’s command has been issued, defying orders is very serious.”

Roli Chief said helplessly to the crowd.

The various Country Lords hearing this felt a bit despairing.

At this moment, Roli Chief suddenly changed his tone.

“However, you’re all quite lucky, our Lord City Master is kind-hearted and cannot bear to see you enslaved by the Dark Star Empire, so he’s prepared to be lenient!”

“Really?”

The crowd immediately sparked a glimmer of hope and asked.

“Of course, it’s true, but there’s no free lunch in the world, and our Lord also has to bear such a huge risk, so shouldn’t you show some gratitude?”