Chapter 631: Vampa Star Labor Advance Team, Norta's Mouse Girl!

"Broly, what are you hesitating about? We Saiyans are also cosmic robbers; plundering planets and destroying civilizations is our specialty. If you're unwilling to do it, I can do it in your place."

Paragus is a traditional Saiyan; he has not the slightest rejection toward the matter of conquering planets and acting as robbers, and even thoughtfully lets Broly not do it if he doesn't want to — he and Medamaga and the other corps executives can handle it instead.

"I said I won't be a robber. You saying this now, do you have a problem with me?"

Broly looked at his own father; although his expression showed no dangerous look, Paragus sensed that his son had the intention to move and teach him a lesson.

【Aversion to being a robber — this is very untraditional for a Saiyan, but revering strength and speaking with fists — that is very traditional~】

Paragus grumbled inwardly; not wanting to take a beating from his son, he hurriedly waved his hands: "No, I have no problem with you. It's just that if we don't act as robbers, and we have no money right now, what do you plan to do?"

"Simple. We work and earn money."

Broly answered as a matter of course, and he also didn't feel that earning money would be a very difficult thing.

"Then shall I have the Combat Corps go over there to work too?"

Medamaga said; although she felt it was a bit strange for the Planet Conquest Corps to turn into the Vampa Labor Team, they couldn't just let their own King go work to earn money alone, right?

"Fine. Many hands make light work; earning money should be faster too."

Broly nodded in agreement.

"Then I'll stay behind to watch the house."

Although Paragus also really wanted to go along and make contact with the cosmic civilization society he hadn't touched in many years, Vampa Star always needs one of their own to keep an eye on it.

Otherwise, what if someone pilots the Vampa Star planet spaceship and takes off with their planet and belongings?

Broly nodded again, thought for a moment, then said to his father: "Also, take some Vampa Spider spider legs, the Baya Fruit produced by the Bay Beasts, and the clothes you wove from Bay Beast fur, and bring them along. They might fetch a good price on Leka Star."

"Oh, right~"

Paragus realized suddenly and immediately went to prepare.

Bay Beast fur clothes — they had accumulated a lot over these years.

Bay Beast Fruit — although the Demon Race soldiers consume some every day, the output still exceeds the consumption quantity.

As for the Vampa Spider spider legs, since discovering that breaking off a leg lets the Vampa Spider regrow a new one, this isn't lacking either.

Broly used the Crystal Palace Space to collect a huge pile of Vampa Star specialties, then brought the former Planet Demon Race Conquest Corps loyal to him, left the black-curtain energy barrier enveloping Vampa Star's exterior, and flew toward that distant life planet woven with three colors — yellow, green, and blue.

Of course, because these subordinates fly slowly, he used rope to string them together; Broly held fifty Vampa Labor Advance Team members in each hand, and carried them flying toward Leka Star.

A distance of forty to fifty million kilometers — in space with no air resistance — Broly took only a little over half an hour to reach this planet's atmosphere.

Of course, the reason he wasn't faster was because he had to look after the Demon Race subordinates' bodies; Broly himself could withstand that kind of extreme acceleration and deceleration, but that didn't mean the Demon Race subordinates could.

Leka Star is an immigrant planet; the current natives on this planet are mostly aliens who migrated from other planets.

Some among them are even races without interstellar navigation capability, merely relocated to this planet by the Galactic Federation for certain reasons.

In Leka Star's thermosphere, some space stations float; these space stations serve as spaceports.

Ordinary guests from outer space must dock at these space stations, and only after passing review and being approved to enter the planet's interior can they enter the planet.

But...

Broly looked at the pitch-black, empty space stations, then looked at Ankira on his left side, his small face showing a timely puzzled expression.

"Broly King, maintaining the normal operation of facilities like space stations and spaceports is a very money-consuming matter.

Leka Star is just an immigrant planet, not a famous tourist planet; these space stations were probably built initially to receive the Boman immigrants, and it's quite normal for them to be shut down now."

Ankira's voice came through the earpiece.

"Then shall we go find the next space station?"

Broly used Qi to simulate the Migurdia Tribe's telepathy ability, and inquired inside Ankira's consciousness.

"Broly King, I think we can just go down directly. Leka Star may not be willing to accept us, a batch of outsiders of unknown identity, and more importantly, I'm worried that we might have Galactic Federation bounties on us."

Ankira nearly blurted out that she herself was a bounty criminal; after all, having been part of the Slug Corps, being wanted by the Galactic Federation is perfectly normal.

Broly looked at the rope in his hand, then at the Demon Race soldiers strung up by him, and a sudden idea for making quick money popped into his mind.

But in the end these Demon Race are all his own people; Broly didn't actually take Ankira and the others to a normally operating space station to check if they had bounties, and do something like turning in his subordinates for the reward money.

Ignoring the space station matter, Broly brought his people and descended toward the tricolor planet below; compared to Vampa Star, this life planet's volume seemed even larger.

Judging from the rough situation perceived through Qi sensing, Broly concluded that this planet has extremely abundant life — even more than the life existing on those Earths he encountered after transmigrating to another world — it is a large life planet.

"Cila, what are you looking at?"

A yellow-skinned, light-gray-haired girl asked, and held out the gray block in her hand.

"I'm watching a shooting star."

The similarly green-skinned, white-haired girl answered, took what her companion offered, and began gnawing on it.

"Hah, seeing a shooting star in broad daylight?"

Luna didn't believe it.

"I definitely saw one just now."

Cila was very certain.

"Where?"

Cila looked at the sky overhead where the shooting star could no longer be seen, and answered in one sentence: "It's already disappeared. By the way, this grey paste tastes awful."

"Can't be helped. This is the cheapest, and it still fills the belly. If you must blame someone, blame that guy Qida — he took most of the money we earned. But, Cila, didn't you also stash some money away? Why not buy yourself something good to eat?"

"No way. That's my savings, for buying a house in Norta."

Cila shook her head, rejecting her companion's suggestion.

"Ugh, buy a house... can people like us even afford a house?"

"Stop being sentimental. Get to work. If you're willing to deposit your private stash with me too, I guarantee that after I buy a house, I'll make sure you have a room."

"Hah, I'm not saving money. If I save money, how am I supposed to dress myself up all pretty?"

Hearing that, Luna decisively refused.

Cila quickly finished the grey paste in her hand and went down the stairs with her; the two arrived on the lively street where earthen houses and metal buildings intertwined.

This is Norta, the capital of the immigrant planet 【Leka Star】; Cila and Luna are two little mice living in Norta's outer-ring residential district.

Leka Star is an immigrant planet; the first batch of immigrants named themselves Laika after this planet, and over twenty years ago, due to a Galactic Patrolman's work error, the natives of Planet Boman could no longer live on their homeworld, so the Galactic Federation relocated the Boman to Leka Star as remedy.

The population surged, living space was compressed, causing conflict between the two waves of interstellar immigrants; although this conflict has eased with time, the prejudiced glasses have not disappeared, and mixed-blood children with both Laika and Boman lineage are existences looked down upon by both societies.

Cila, a mixed-blood child born on Leka Star, does not know who her parents are; her parents abandoned her in a garbage bin after she was born, and a woman named Qida picked her up and gave her the name Cila.

These things were all told to her by Qida; from her earliest memory, Cila knew she was an unwanted wild child, and to survive she could only rely on the cooking skills learned from Qida.

"Ah, excuse me, mister~"

On the bustling street with endless traffic, Cila accidentally bumped into a well-dressed Laika; her polite apology stopped the Laika, who had been about to get angry at being bumped, in his tracks.

【This is a cute girl, with green healthy skin, pure white hair proving she is a young lady who often sunbathes...】

Just as the green-skinned man was about to say it's fine, forgive this little girl, he saw the girl open her eyes — from outside to inside, pale purple to deep black pupils.

"Oh, damn mixed-blood, don't dirty my clothes!"

At this, Cila just kept apologizing; the man walked away as if avoiding something filthy.

After the other party left, Luna poked her head out from the street corner and waved the wallet in her hand toward this side.

That's right, this is their livelihood work, acting as pickpockets not uncommon in a big city.

When preparing to target a Laika, Cila — the one who looks most like a Laika — draws the attention.

And when encountering a Boman, Luna — the one who looks most like a Boman — draws the attention.

These targets are initially always attracted by the two girls' decent looks.

Right at this moment, the other person passes by their side, using silky-smooth technique to take those people's wallets.

Once the distracted Laika or Boman realize they are mixed-bloods, they again avoid them like something dirty, steering clear or driving them away.

Thanks to this unwelcome situation, they can easily escape after every successful take.

Even if one or two people realize the wallet was stolen and grab the attention-drawer, because they cannot find the stolen goods on the person most likely to be the thief — the attention-drawer — they have no choice but to let them go.

"How much money?"

"It's a fat sheep."

Luna took out the bills from inside the wallet, then threw the remaining leather jacket into the garbage bin.

After a hard day's work, the two split the earnings fifty-fifty, and each secretly stashed ten percent.

When they returned to a 【Noru】 old tavern, they handed the money earned today to the burly, rough-looking green-skinned woman — their foster mother Qida.

"Cila, Luna, well done, take your dinner and eat next door, this is your pocket money."

There are other adopted sons and daughters here too; anyone who earns money gets a small portion of what they earned, plus a dinner not too lavish but enough to fill the belly.

"Can't even earn money, only know how to eat eat eat, when will you ever pay back what you owe me?"

Those who didn't earn money get scolded by Qida, spanked with very thin small wooden sticks, but in the end still receive a dinner that merely pads the stomach.

Overall, Qida is not an overly harsh foster mother, but if someone consistently fails to earn money, they always hover on the edge of subsistence.

"I'll share some with you."

Cila divided a portion of her own dinner for a girl who had had no harvest these days.

Qida over there saw it and let out a cold hmph: "Feeding her like this, when will she ever learn to eat on her own?"

"If you make people work, you have to let them eat their fill first, right? Rest assured, tomorrow I'll take her to earn money."

"Thing born of a mother but not raised by one, careful not to get dragged down by the burden."

"Rest assured, you still don't know my skill?"

The burly woman said no more, using the remote to turn on the projection device beside her.

A virtual image was projected; it was a genuine Laika female.

Green skin, wavy white hair, and black pupils; the other party appears to be a news anchor.

"Recently, the Galactic Federation's final batch of immigrant subsidy supplies will arrive on Leka Star..."

"President Barn decided to use this batch of supplies for Leka Star's civilian basic infrastructure construction..."

"Senator Laken proposed in the recent parliament that Leka Star should perhaps accept a third batch of interstellar immigrants, thereby obtaining the Galactic Federation's interstellar immigration policy subsidy..."

"Hah, from now on Boman can say a line: country bumpkins from outer space!"

Qida said a sentence.

"Will our lives get better?"

Cila asked curiously.

"That depends on the officials' conscience."

Qida gave a cold laugh.

"Heh, not even thirty years and they're already preparing to accept new interstellar immigrants; looks like the higher-up officials fished plenty of benefits from the last Boman interstellar immigration and Galactic Federation subsidies, and now that the subsidies have ended they want to actively do it again — truly a bunch of bastards!"

The staff member behind the Labor Bureau counter cursed a sentence, then looked at the boy sprawled on the counter and said to him: "See that? Our officials want to introduce a second batch of interstellar refugees; future jobs and such might be hard even for us locals to find, so how can we provide for you interstellar guests?"

Broly: "..."

He arrived on this planet with people this morning, and since arrival has been looking for money-making work, but to this day has not found suitable work.

Because there are no terrifying magic beasts here needing powerful adventurers to eliminate, nor anyone wanting to hire a group of Demon Race Soldiers who wrap themselves head-to-toe in astronaut suits in broad daylight, looking rather abnormal, to help with work.

Of course, because this planet also has quite a few interstellar visitors, no one questions their identities due to suspicious attire, but there is genuinely not a single normal job they can do.

"This Counter Uncle, really no work at all?"

Broly unwillingly pursued the question; he clearly treated Leka Star's immigration Labor Bureau as an institution similar to an Adventurer's Guild.

"What the hell is Counter Uncle? I'm only 29 years 19 months old!"

The staff member retorted a sentence, but seeing the boy's troubled look, thought for a moment, then asked: "Dirty work — you guys willing to do it?"

"Damn!"

Broly's eyes brightened, and he gave an affirmative answer without hesitation; he indeed didn't do robber work, but dirty work was a different matter — he didn't mind.

After all, among his wives, there was one who did assassin work.

So, even if it was this planet's president, as long as someone put a good price on the other party's life, he wouldn't mind helping solve it.

"Alright then, with so many of you, and you've got protective suits on your bodies, just take this introduction letter from the Labor Bureau and go report for duty at the City Sewer Sanitation Management Office."

Broly: "???"

(Chapter End)