Chapter 731: Unlucky Xiaomo

Galaxy Dream Company, the CEO's office.

Yu Xiaomo was crouched on a chair, with several holographic screens flickering in front of her, displaying server status and reservation data.

She gnawed on a nutrition bar with one hand, refreshed the logistics page with the other, and muttered curses under her breath.

Reservations have exceeded a hundred million, yet the server is stuck halfway! Can't you be any less unlucky!

Liu Delie sat on the nearby sofa, his cap pulled over his face, responding indistinctly.

Ah, yes, yes, you're the unluckiest.

You still have the nerve to say that! My shipment was supposed to go through your department's dedicated line!

It's not like I was piloting the ship; when a disaster strikes, there's nothing I can do.

As they spoke, a logistics notification popped up in the communications column. Yu Xiaomo glanced at it, and in the next second she sprang to her feet, knocking over her chair.

My server!!!

Liu Delie was startled by that shout, his cap flying off.

What the hell?!

My server was destroyed by the disaster!!

... What?

Server! The server's gone! The entire shipment was destroyed en route!

Liu Delie silently picked up his cap, put it back on his head, let out a long sigh, and said, "It's not that big a deal."

"I thought it was something else; if it's destroyed, it's destroyed—just order another batch."

"......"

"Please open your eyes and look— the routes have been sealed off!"

"Replenish...."

Yu Xiaomo stared at the notice about the Star Sea Hall, falling into thought.

She remained silent for two seconds, opened the notice, and read it aloud word by word.

……Recently, a large-scale abnormal pollution has appeared in the peripheral region of the Star Sea, and after assessment, its hazard level has been raised to disaster level."

"In the face of this crisis, the Alliance has stepped forward; the Fleet Department has been fighting bloodily on the front lines for days, and the Alliance Leader has personally gone to the front to oversee operations, making great contributions and sacrifices to safeguard the order of the Star Sea……

……The Star Sea Hall calls upon all civilizations to stand shoulder‑to‑shoulder with the Alliance in confronting this crisis; to ensure front‑line supply distribution, all civilizations' transport routes will be placed under temporary control……

She read halfway through, her voice gradually fading.

Liu Delie on the sofa suddenly sprang up, his voice booming.

What Alliance?!

That's not right at all!!!

The report also said the Alliance Leader personally went to the front to oversee operations!

Liu Delie finally stopped slacking, sat up straight for once, opened his mouth, and after a while managed to utter a sentence.

This kid.... has guts.

Yu Xiaomo didn't respond; speaking of which, hasn't Zhang Jie always been bold?

She stared at the words 'personally overseeing the front lines,' feeling a vague unease.

She hesitated for two seconds, but her fingers moved faster than her thoughts; she clicked the pinned avatar in the communications column and sent a Star Net direct‑connect request.

The quantum channel was established almost instantly, and Zhang Jie's half‑body projection flickered onto the screen with slight noise.

It was noisy over there; faint beeping from the flashing screens could be heard, and someone was shouting about the Seventh Defense Zone's concentration exceeding limits, making the situation sound quite complicated.

After two seconds, Zhang Jie turned his face, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Yu Xiaomo.

What's up? Speak quickly—I'm busy here.

Yu Xiaomo opened her mouth, but the words she'd prepared vanished, and she finally managed to sputter out a sentence.

……Are you on the new disaster front line?

Otherwise? Or are you holding the front line?

Enough, enough—why worry about that? Go attend to your own business.

Who's worrying about you! I was just… asking casually!

Zhang Jie let out a laugh.

Xiaomo classmate, isn't this information coming a bit too late? The war's been white‑hot for several days, and you only now think to ask if I'm at the front.

Me! ……I'm not just worried about you!

Zhang Jie let out a laugh.

Fine, fine, worry away.

Do you lack supplies over there? Are your provisions sufficient?

We do. Perfect—you're rich, the front‑line material distribution is short on supplies; can you send a batch from your side?

The routes are sealed off—how am I supposed to send anything!

Then I don't care—you're the CEO, think of a solution.

……Alright, I'll think of a way.

Then I'll hang up—I'm busy.

Hey you!!!

The projection dimmed, and the channel cut off.

Yu Xiaomo faced the blank holographic screen, her face dark as fright.

Liu Delie beside her was laughing so hard he was about to piss himself.

Good grief, you! Can't you be a bit bolder?

What else can we do? He's on the front lines; can I still shoot the breeze with him?

She said that, but her finger quietly opened the star map, preparing to send over a batch of supplies.

"Bad guy...."

She muttered, her face still grim, but her little hand honestly clicked the order.

This batch of supplies doesn't come cheap; the route is blocked, so it can only be sent via special means—ah, that special means is naturally the internal passage of the Star Sea Hall.

Don't die... you bastard!

At the frontline command, the contamination spread map is still slowly seeping outward.

Zhang Jie turned off the comm panel, stared at the dim projection for two seconds, and sighed.

Thanks, Xiao Mo.

Yuan had appeared at the doorway at some point, his dark circles frightening.

What are you doing? Have you checked the data for the Seventh Star Domain defense line?

I have; the intensity exceeds the limit by thirty-seven percent.

Yuan grunted, casually pulled the data from the light screen over and pushed it toward him.

The contamination source is still seeping behind the defense line; a few inhabited planets further back have only evacuated halfway.

Hurry, otherwise it'll really spread over and people won't have cleared out completely.

I'm already urging.

Yuan didn't say anything else, turned to leave.

Lanbaoshi had crawled out from under the desk at some point, its paw reaching for his desk.

Anything to eat, Knight Sir?

No, eat less.

Stingy!

"Hey, by the way, Lanbaoshi, do you want to eat that contamination?"

Zhang Jie had a sudden idea, showing Lanbaoshi that black clump.

"Contamination?"

"Of course you can!"

"What are you planning to do?"

Yuan looked dubiously at Zhang Jie; the contamination spreads exponentially—how could this little thing help?

"Meow, Knight Sir! Don't worry—I can eat it!"

Lanbaoshi was anxious, afraid Zhang Jie wouldn't let her eat; she'd been hungry for a long time.

It's not that Zhang Jie won't let her eat her fill; she's just greedy.

This guy, if he doesn't eat until it's up to his throat, it's not finished.

Yuan rolled his eyes.

Are you serious?

Zhang Jie wasn't joking; he looked at Lanbaoshi with a seriousness Yuan had never seen.

She needs to adapt to the contamination in advance.

..... What does that mean?

To eradicate this, we must rely on control.

Zhang Jie paused, lowering his voice.

Blocking isn't as good as guiding; we need someone who can open this outlet.

Yuan seemed lost in thought.

And Lanbaoshi had already moved up to that black clump, sniffed it, then opened its mouth and took a bite of the gray-black mist.

Zhang Jie naturally wasn't afraid she'd have problems eating it, because the first wave of users of the Will Awakening device were these people around him.

"The flavor is really strong!"

Lanbaoshi licked its lips, patted its little belly, and said satisfiedly.

Yuan's eyelid twitched, somewhat speechless.

This little cat... how is it somewhat different from what she imagined?