Chapter 240

Through a long corridor, Feng Qiaoyan boarded an interstellar spacecraft and traveled to the main planet of the Qiongming Star System.

Although she knew the game's secrets had been exposed, she never expected the Federation's high command to act so swiftly.

Less than half an hour had passed, and already Federation high officials had come to summon her.

And they'd brought her all the way to the main planet of Qiongming—the very heart of the Son of Heaven's domain.

After more than ten minutes of travel and tens of thousands of wormhole jumps, Feng Qiaoyan arrived at the core heartland of the main planet, having come from a remote outer-ring world of the Qiongming Star System.

No sooner had she landed than she was taken to a conference room; upon opening the door, she saw it filled with leaders she often saw on the news.

Suppressing her shock, the girl scanned the room—and her stunned expression betrayed her.

Father, mother, brother, aunt, uncle, grandfather…

With the illusion of reuniting with family, Feng Qiaoyan was stunned: 'Wait—my Nine Clans are all here?!'

"Mom and Dad, what are you… doing here?" Feng Qiaoyan asked, stunned.

"Just now, I was promoted to Secretary to the Qiongming Head of State."

Feng Qiaoyan's father smiled: "Your mother and your uncles and aunts have become assistants to other leaders."

"Why…?" Feng Qiaoyan asked instinctively.

"Primarily to protect the safety of the leaders. Ever since that Fortune Ability user appeared, all technology has become unsafe—even energy shields could kill."

Feng Qiaoyan's mother added: "Aren't you a superhuman in that game? Superhumans help superhumans. Logically, Fang Can's fortune shouldn't harbor hostility toward you—it should actively protect you, right?"

"Y-yeah, right?" Feng Qiaoyan murmured to herself, recalling Fang Can's attitude toward her: 'Senior Fang Can probably doesn't dislike me.'

"If a superhuman hates someone, they can wipe out their Nine Clans. If they like someone, protecting their Nine Clans makes perfect sense."

"That makes sense." Feng Qiaoyan nodded, then realized: "So… you became the leaders' personal secretaries to…"

"Exactly—to use our Nine Clans' fortune as a talisman, to ward off misfortune and keep accidents away from the Head of State." Another relative nodded.

Feng Qiaoyan stared blankly: 'Can you… really do that?'

"With our superhuman Nine Clans nearby, as long as no major conflict arises, the leaders' lives should be safe."

At that moment, Feng Qiaoyan understood just how terrifying a Fortune Ability user could be.

In anger, they could obliterate a person's Nine Clans outright.

Yet in joy, they could protect others' Nine Clans across an entire universe!

If someone belonged to a Fortune Ability user's Nine Clans, merely revealing their identity would let them easily become the nominal head of any corporation.

After all, no company would ever turn down better fortune.

If you could spend a little money to bring the God of Wealth's family into your company, you'd be making a fortune.

Watching the bewildered Feng Qiaoyan, the Qiongming Head of State smiled:

"Don't worry too much. We called you here mainly to have you sit in, to serve as our talisman—so the entire planet doesn't get blown to bits by accident."

'Is that all?' Feng Qiaoyan exhaled in relief. At least they were willing to talk—this meant things hadn't reached the worst point.

She obediently found a seat. Before she'd settled long, four familiar men entered through the door—exactly the four players who'd drawn the dog tags.

"We greet you, Federation Heads. We come here on behalf of Lord Fang Can to negotiate." The lead player spoke without deference or arrogance.

Even if they'd once been Federation citizens, as representatives of the superhumans, they could not lower their posture.

The Qiongming Head of State said coolly: "State your terms."

"The complete technological chain of the entire Interstellar Federation, and total control over every Federation player." The lead player said.

Due to the separation between two worlds, material trade had been completely severed.

"First point: impossible. Second point: negotiable." The Qiongming Head of State replied decisively.

…

In the game, Fang Can looked at the player who had just logged back in: "How did the talks go?"

"They're willing to share all non-cutting-edge technology across every industry, and impose strict laws and regulations on players."

"If a player breaks the law in the game, they'll be punished according to Federation law."

Listening to the player's report, Fang Can nodded slightly—these terms were acceptable.

After all, digesting even these non-cutting-edge technologies would take years.

Even if knowledge caught up, production and construction couldn't be rushed—it would take decades to fully absorb.

But that wasn't his concern. Ji Donglai had only tasked him with training these players. He'd already exceeded the deadline.

"Handle the rest with Ji Donglai—the leader of the New Nation's superhumans. He'll arrange further negotiations and exchanges."

Fang Can spoke calmly, yet his gaze fixed on the group before him—souls trapped in this world after dying in the Federation.

After a moment's thought, he told the four players: "Kill them. See if killing these players who've lost their status yields experience."

At Fang Can's words, the four players stared at the struggling, terrified figures—and hesitation flickered in their eyes.

In their hearts, the line between NPC and real person still hadn't blurred. Killing these people was, effectively, murder.

Yet after a moment's hesitation, the four resolved themselves. They struck each bound player once—swift, clean, final. It was their last mercy.

Observing the players' enhanced physical stats after the kills, Fang Can nodded knowingly—yes, experience had dropped.

Glancing at the time, Fang Can turned and walked out of the prison.

Dealing with this had taken him three or four hours.

Night was falling—he needed to return soon.

After all, he had a date with Jiang Ningan to walk the streets. Promises weren't to be broken.

In the Federation, Feng Qiaoyan smiled awkwardly at the circle of relatives crowding around her:

"Mom, Dad, uncles, aunts—do you have anything else? If not, I'm going back to play the game."

"No problem. What we want to tell you is also about the game."

Recalling what the Heads had said earlier—that the Nine Clans of Fang Can's friend still had too weak a fortune to ward off misfortune—

Therefore, Feng Qiaoyan's relatives spoke in a somewhat warm tone: "Qiaoyan, look, you are quite old now; should you consider the matter of marriage?"

"Ah?" Feng Qiaoyan's expression froze for a moment.

(End of this chapter.)