Chapter 135: The Galaxy Has Never Rested

Inside the palace-like office.

The Nobility and officials who heard this instantly had their faces change dramatically.

Although privately trading the God Emperor Portrait is no secret, you publicly said you would sell the 'Divine Emperor' just to give the commoners a meal.

Aren't you afraid the Divine Emperor himself would be displeased?!

The local Nobility couldn't help repeatedly glancing at Xisi, even gesturing that Xisi could retract his earlier words, as if they hadn't heard them.

After Xisi finished speaking, they even specifically looked at the God Emperor Portrait from the Source-to-30K era behind them, then turned to ask Fanluosi roughly how much it could sell for; everyone realized that this Lord Xisi seemed truly not to regard the Divine Emperor 'with any regard'.

Especially seeing the Imperial Regent himself overseeing, the National Church and Mechanical Church jointly certifying the dual saints, yet discussing with a Judge how much the Divine Emperor could sell for, they could only open their mouths, then suddenly buried their heads and ranted "Jianqi".

This blue bird, it actually made me see such bizarre scene.

It wasn't until the Dadian guards of the Black Watch began carrying out Xisi's orders, publicly starting to pack the office's valuable items, and also turning to pack the precious goods that the entire Heberia Nest Area could not eat or use, that the local Nobility finally reacted.

What awaited them next was, after Fanluosi began looting and left, Daiweiluo raised a command that Xisi had just issued and thrust it in front of them.

"Lord Xisi personally signed this order: your assets are confiscated."

"Huh?"

"We also sell?!"

The faces of the Nobility instantly turned ashen; they now understood Xisi's earlier words—that all valuable items, even those belonging to the gold‑and‑silver‑inlaid Nobility, were included!

Facing Daiweiluo, who after speaking turned to execute the order, the Nobility instantly panicked.

Having them spend their days laboring for food is worse than letting them die.

Thus the Nobility, forced into a 'dead end', gritted their teeth and suddenly......

knelt before Xisi.

What? Why not resist using the advantage of sheer numbers and close proximity?

Leaving aside the fact that the vessel in orbit looks exactly like the Dream Illusion Vessel, a strange super‑battleship suddenly emerged.

Just the various 'miracles' promoted by the National Church made not a single person on the spot dare entertain any thought of resistance.

Letting them attack Xisi is worse than making them live by laboring for food.

"Lord Xisi, this... such a matter is not supported by Empire law!"

Attempting to reason, Xisi, who was reviewing the detailed Alert Star report ahead, was suddenly taken aback by the words.

He even gave the Nobility below a serious glance, feeling the Divine Emperor constantly watching from behind, and the Divine Emperor even thoughtfully sending a dream, revealing the panda‑like eyes of Kiriman and the High Lord.

Xisi couldn't help but smile.

In the Empire, trying to bind oneself with reason or law?

Kiriman wouldn't even dare!

After Xisi finished reading carefully, he couldn't help a bitter laugh, buried his head again, continued scanning the report, and casually said:

"The High Lord is just a JB!"

He was even too lazy to answer about his attitude toward the law; Xisi crossed his legs and cursed publicly.

After all, the law was also made by the High Lord; Xisi pinpointed the core issue, completely crushing the Nobility's thoughts.

Listening to Xisi, the Nobility's faces stiffened; they knelt on the ground for a long time, unable to utter even a single word!

Until finally, completely resigned, they could only try to maintain composure, clench their teeth, and prepare to send Xisi's words to Terra so the High Lords could properly deal with Xisi!

Ignoring the Nobility being taken away, facing the officials on the other side who were already silent as cicadas, Xisi's face, which had just been made to laugh by the Nobility's anger, gradually steadied.

Then his eyebrows tightened more and more, and sighs came in succession.

Only when the officials' faces turned pallid did Xisi finally, exhausted, set the report down, take a deep breath, point at a list, and look at the officials:

"Didn't Kiriman say all nearby star sectors should support the Alert Star reconstruction?"

"Why does the material on this list show that surrounding star sectors haven't delivered even one percent?"

The officials exchanged glances; given the earlier groundwork, they now dared not be even slightly negligent toward Xisi.

Finally, a supervising official for this area shakily stepped half a pace toward Xisi:

"M... Master."

Before speaking, he even swallowed dryly, confirming Xisi's face bore no murderous intent, then mustered the courage to speak:

"Because the nearby star sectors are all in distress..."

The official quickly explained, having expected Xisi to be another noble‑instigated troublemaker, but his emotions gradually calmed.

After the other finished speaking, he helplessly withdrew his gaze.

In short, the plan is beautiful but reality is cruel; the nearby star sectors that should shoulder the massive Alert Star reconstruction are now in a situation where even they need heavy external support.

Under these circumstances, still guaranteeing that a dozen or so cargo ships' supplies arrive daily means they are feeding the Alert Star with their own flesh and blood.

Although the cargo ships' supplies consist mainly of refugees that each star sector simply cannot sustain.

Because the Empire is like that; no matter what you ask the Empire for, the only thing it can ultimately give you is "people".

Seeing that the nearby star sectors are temporarily unreliable, Xisi also understood why his first step went to the Alert Star while his second step, Aolake, delivered a long string of received distress signals.

At the same time, reports that not only failed to deliver supplies but also hoped he would rush over to assist were glanced at and then tossed straight into the trash can.

Afterward Xisi inquired further and roughly learned that currently, aside from Heberia which is still somewhat intact, all other Nest Areas have become refugee camps with no production, only consumption, leaving the officials powerless and forcing them to withdraw.

Then Fanluosi and Daiweiluo returned, Bai'er also ended the "borrowing" of items, bringing along Bunoke, a black‑gold Servo Skull that had followed to the ground, and Ana's projection; Xisi briefed his team on the situation.

"That's it? And we still have to support Terra?!"

"How to support? Take two hundred billion refugees, bare‑handed, and try to crush Terra?!"

Bunoke spoke first, bluntly pointing out the absurdity of Kiriman's, Terra's, and even the Divine Emperor's demands.

Even Fanluosi kept looking at the report over and over, his brows furrowing like a river, unable to find any reason to deceive himself into going to Terra.

In the end, equally unable to set the report down, he spoke as politely as possible:

"If we had five to ten years, perhaps we could barely muster a force capable of leaving the door."

Fanluosi was already sufficiently tactful, but everyone still gave Fanluosi a speechless glance, because on the other side the sufficiently rational Ana and Aolake had been calculating for so long, yet still couldn't produce even a slightly feasible plan.

In other words, in the cold calculations, the possibility that Xisi could use the current Alert Star to support Terra is zero!

And the six‑month repair period that Kiriman so "considerately" offered now looks like a joke.

Seeing that everyone had no solution, Xisi could only continue following Fanluosi's words:

"First send a letter to Terra and Kiriman, saying…"

"We need at least three years to prepare."

Feeling the increasingly urgent summons from deep within his soul, emanating from Terra's golden Throne, Xisi ultimately compressed the time to three years.

Although three years wouldn't even suffice to build a Sword‑class Escort Ship, everyone could only reluctantly accept it; three years is still better than Kiriman's six months.

And Fanluosi immediately turned to prepare the dispatch, but his front foot stepped out the door, only for his back foot to come back.

The others were puzzled; Fanluosi, holding two reports, handed them to Xisi with a strange expression:

"Letters from Terra and the Regent."

The crowd froze, and Xisi, a bit stunned, took them, then quickly skimmed through. Xisi's already furrowed brow, caused by the dire situation, seemed to reach the limit of anger; first his face flushed unusually, then the moment his emotions peaked, it smoothed out.

Then, before Bai'er and the others' doubts, Xisi raised the two letters, his mouth corners lifted in a grin born of anger:

"The contents are identical."

"Terra and Kiriman, asking where we are…"

Everyone: "!!!"

Everyone: "Where are we?!"

Not only Fanluosi and the others, even Bai'er raised an eyebrow and looked over.

What the hell is this question?!

All that trouble, and even those six months were just to comfort us?!

The previously grim, dead‑silent office instantly filled with fury; everyone stared at the two letters, their gazes as if ready to spit fire.

Don't even talk about five or ten years; they won't even give us six months.

Everyone obviously knows it's not that they refuse, it's that they can't provide it, but given the current situation, must we really, as Bunoke suggested, take two hundred billion unarmed refugees to "starve" Terra to death?

The crowd fell silent, shifting their gaze to Xisi, wanting to see how their leader would decide.

Xisi silently stared at the two urging letters, buried his eyes in silence for a while, then lifted his gaze again.

Then, under everyone's expectation, Xisi looked at Bai'er.

In a calm voice, heard through the crowd's widening eyes, Xisi said:

"I still have five hundred Black Watch veterans."

"Prepare yourselves, I will turn them…"

"…all upgraded to 'Original‑forged Astat'!"

Everyone stared dumbfounded at Xisi, their minds filled with huge confusion.

"What does that mean? Are you talking about Black Watch?"

"Three hundred Revelation veterans?"

"Dual God Chosen?"

"Veterans who spent two months slashing demons in Subspace and have been with Xisi ever since?"

"No longer ordinary humans?!"