Abyss Solo
Chapter 334 - 160 Emilia’s Knight Sword_2

Chapter 334: 160 Emilia’s Knight Sword_2

Hera was deep in thought,

"I imagined what might happen if your evolution continued... If you could maintain your sanity, you would still be human, a powerful human, approaching the theoretically possible divine-level life form. But if you lose control and your cells begin to multiply infinitely, the direction of evolution would be remarkably similar to that of the Ancient God Life Form."

Yang Ming:...

No wonder she was a biologist.

Hera was about to study him through and through!

"Alright, Hera," Yang Ming crossed his arms, "seeing that you won’t be able to escape the palm of my hand in the future, I can reveal a fact to you."

"Uh-huh?"

"I underwent Kigrov’s modification experiment; I am a product of the Sherman Empire’s Valkyrie Plan."

Yang Ming saw Hera’s look of surprise and raised his hand to hold Hera’s shoulder.

"My real name is Hanton, the third mate on the Kigrov experimental ship. This is my greatest secret; now, you are the only living person who knows.

Telling you this is because I feel I need to be open and sincere with you, and we cherish each other.

I am loyal to the Empire, yet in return, I got a life-threatening modification experiment and was abandoned by those experimenters when the crisis erupted, so currently I am unwilling to have much association with the Empire’s officialdom, but I cannot let go of this country.

I am an imperial citizen; you were not wrong before, but my current political stance is..."

"Ming," Hera murmured, her gaze trembling slightly.

Her beautiful face, usually lacking expression, now showed evident emotions.

Tender, warm, and full of emotion.

"I’m glad you can open up to me about these things, but you don’t need to explain too much to me. I can understand your loneliness; we are satisfied companions outside of work. I love you, Ming."

"Hera..."

She removed her goggles, the lab coat slipping back as her slender arms wrapped around Yang Ming’s neck, and she proactively kissed him.

Yang Ming waved at the robot in the corner, which quickly left, lowering its head, while setting the bridge to privacy mode and turning off most of the lights.

This was the best reward for a warrior after a brutal war.

So Boss Yang said.

...

Two Galaxy Times later.

Yang Ming admired his companion’s beautiful body and covered the sleeping Hera with a blanket.

He hurriedly left the captain’s exclusive resting room to begin preparing for his infiltration work.

Under Lyu’s management, the Luofeng Empire’s ’Emergency Situation’ envoy’s transport ship was docked at a civilian Space Port for refueling.

--Though less than a tenth of the transport ship’s energy was used.

Currently, infiltration, smuggling, espionage, and trafficking had become Yang Ming’s professional skills.

With Lyu’s assistance, he effortlessly snuck onto the transport ship and found a corner to hide.

With nothing else to do, Yang Ming began to listen to Lyu’s report on the reactions of various forces inside and outside the Sherman Empire to the battle on Zubin Star.

The White Ghost was truly a hit within the Sherman Empire, becoming ’tough-line top trending.’

There wasn’t much to say about this.

Yang Ming had no intention of using this false identity to make money. The appearance of the White Ghost was merely for the convenience of harvesting the Insect Race to enhance his power.

The Sherman Empire’s official channels publicly commended the White Ghost, inviting the White Ghost to liaise with the Imperial Government, offering the White Ghost the honor and respect deserved.

Unfortunately, Yang Ming had no intention of engaging with them.

The news that interested Yang Ming arrived half a day late.

Zubin Star had lost millions of residents, the bug plague destroyed major cities, and naturally, this accusation was pinned on the New Federation by the Sherman Empire.

Major media within the Empire were harshly criticizing, with anti-New Federation protests popping up all over again.

The New Federation was deemed inhumane and a disgrace to humanity, becoming front-page headlines in numerous countries within the Galaxy.

The New Federation’s borders, which had barely calmed for less than half a month, began gathering strong imperial fleets once more. The New Federation, although somewhat enraged, chose to endure it.

Resolutely denying the embedded bug program was the New Federation’s diplomatic policy.

Preparing for war actively but avoiding decisive main force battles was the New Federation’s current military strategy.

As long as the New Federation kept claiming internally that they had ’minor victories’, ’had not lost’, and were persistent in their freedom and democracy under the pressure of the Galaxy’s old top power, public sentiment would not collapse.

The border battles of the New Federation reignited.

Yang Ming was somewhat gratified by this.

He reviewed the battle of Zubin Star.

The brutal images of the Empire’s soldiers courageously charging at swarms of insects tens to hundreds of times their number lingered in his mind.

Though the powerful Empire was internally corrupt and its leadership degraded, the soldiers originating from its population still retained their ardor; this was the foundation of the Sherman Empire’s enduring prosperity.

"Lyu, how can one defeat this Sherman Empire?"

Yang Ming asked with keen interest.

Lyu’s projection appeared on Yang Ming’s watch, toy-sized, she pinched her chin, deep in thought.

"There’s only one path."

"What?"

"Eliminate the powerful fleets of the Sherman Empire," Lyu replied softly.

"Excellent," Yang Ming stretched lazily.

Lyu laughed, "Boss, Miss Hera seems to be even more devoted to you. Your sweet talk is too lethal for someone like her, who is a blank slate when it comes to feelings."

Yang Ming glared at Little Lyu, who chuckled wholeheartedly, not the least bit guilty.

"I am sincere; I haven’t deceived her in any way."

Subsequently, Yang Ming sat there, deep in thought.

Lyu ambled on the watch’s dial with her hands behind her back for a while, seeing the gloom on Yang Ming’s face, she softly asked, "Boss, is there anything Lyu didn’t handle well?"

"No, I’m thinking about an unrelated issue."

"What?"

"Lyu," Yang Ming pondered aloud, "if a planet—roughly at level 0.75, far from reaching a level 1 civilization—with seventy to eighty billion people, suddenly appeared within the Galaxy’s domain, what would its fate be?"

Lyu paused, then slowly nodded and quickly said,

"A civilization at level 0.75 wouldn’t yet be able to fully exploit a planet’s energy resources or engage in interstellar travel.

In such a situation, inevitably, only half the people could live above the dignity line. Resources each person could enjoy are limited, and due to underdeveloped technology, the living environment is relatively primitive. People’s personal pursuits are restricted; it’s possible for a planet to support seventy to eighty billion.

I’m not too good at predicting such things, Boss.

Most likely, the Sherman Empire would gain a new batch of slaves, the New Federation would get a new group of undocumented hard laborers, each country would gain a bit of cheap labor, and that planet would, within a decade or two, only be left with the poor and the old, and then turn into a semi-Resource Star.

Actually... Boss, can I speak frankly?"

"Go ahead."

"If what you’re doing now is to allow this planet to survive better, then I suggest you enter the Sherman Empire as soon as possible to manage power."

Lyu whispered gently,

"Only by gaining a certain degree of voice within the Empire can you truly protect this planet.

The Luofeng Empire would be challenging for the Sherman Empire to take seriously within a hundred years. Our Dark Star Plan is just a means to game the system during assessment; it can’t directly appear in the public eye. Protecting a planet like this requires international influence and fleets.

Boss, how much time do you have left?"

"I’m just asking," Yang Ming replied calmly, waving his hand, "erase the content of the dialogue just now."

"Yes, Boss."

Thereafter, Yang Ming sighed lightly, gazing through the palm-sized porthole at the expansive starry sky.

He merely mentioned a possibility.

Moreover, a relatively ’friendly’ possibility.

Earth, Mink Port, "Abyss", the Milky Way civilization, the ninth natural disaster... What truths lay hidden behind this, he still hadn’t uncovered clear clues.

Just being prepared made no mistakes.

"Boss," Lyu reminded, "Edwan has already started a teleconference with the envoy, you can make your appearance."

The cabin door opened, and a maintenance robot entered carrying an imperial military uniform.

Yang Ming swiftly changed into the military uniform, donned his leather boots, wore the military cap, making his entire demeanor irresistibly formidable.

A few minutes later.

In front of the conference room door in the midsection of the transport ship, a group of warriors from the Luofeng Empire gazed warmly at Yang Ming’s figure.

Yang Ming knocked lightly on the door and pushed it open directly.

Edwan’s projection looked over and immediately said,

"...This is your secret assistance. Later, all your operations must be under Major Yang Ming’s supervision.

In the name of the Emperor of Luofeng, I appoint Major Yang Ming as the Luofeng ambassador, with full authority to handle the Empire’s Princess Emilia’s assault case."

Yang Ming promptly saluted.

In front of Edwan’s subordinates, he certainly gave Edwan enough face.

The diplomat originally seated in the main chair quickly rose, and Yang Ming nodded at him, taking the seat directly.

"Report the situation you have at hand."