Chapter 392: Female Brat Councilor

Leaving aside the Federation's attitude toward Li Ang, after witnessing the recent battle, major powers one after another recorded this young man into their databases.

Among them, the Empire and Aio Logistics showed the greatest interest in him.

The former was because Li Ang was now the Viceroy of a Federation planet, and relations between the Empire and the Federation were far from good.

Minor frictions were commonplace, and sometimes wars broke out over certain matters.

At this moment, in the cold void of space.

A starship, palace-like in grandeur, hovered silently before a colossal golden statue under construction, its size rivaling that of a planet.

From the faint facial details of the statue, it appeared to depict a young male.

Inside the starship, the Empire's high-tier professional who had watched the battle alongside Heinz knelt on one knee, head bowed in profound respect as he reported to the middle-aged man facing away from him: "My lord, are we truly going to let that little dragon cub return to the Federation?"

The middle-aged man had a meticulously groomed beard and was now carefully combing his hair with a small comb made of unknown material.

In response to his subordinate's question, the Hou Jue made no reply, merely gazing silently with iron-gray pupils at the golden statue outside the starship.

After a long while, he stopped his motion, withdrew his gaze, and spoke in a voice devoid of emotion: "Let him go. He's merely a fourth-tier dragon cub."

"This—"

Upon hearing this, the subordinate instinctively lifted his head, intending to explain the danger posed by the dragon cub in the intelligence.

But as soon as he caught sight of the man's back, an inexplicable force slammed down on his neck.

Crack—

With a sharp snap of bone, sweat instantly drenched the subordinate's forehead as he violently lowered his head.

This minor injury meant nothing to him, but if he truly offended the Hou Jue—

Just as his unease deepened, the Hou Jue spoke: "Once. No next time."

Then he casually added: "The Federation and the Empire have an agreement: upper three tiers normally may not strike at those below."

Upon hearing this, the subordinate froze, then understood the key point.

Such an unwritten agreement was perfectly normal; after all, while the Federation and the Empire were not on good terms, they had not reached a point of mutual annihilation.

But when did it become an abnormal situation?

As he pondered this, the Hou Jue suddenly let out a scoff: "Besides, that old woman Afra is watching me. Do you really think that little dragon cub is easy to kill?"

"Isn't that right?"

As he spoke, he turned his head toward a certain direction.

Just as the subordinate felt puzzled, a crisp voice suddenly echoed through the void.

【You have at least some self-awareness, trash.】

Hearing this voice, the subordinate was seized by sudden dread—he now knew who his lord was speaking to.

Federation Black Obsidian Domain Councilor, 【Deep Cold Loop】 Afra Haywood.

'This is seventh-tier.'

The Black Obsidian Domain was so distant from the current star region that even using Yongxing Sect for jump-transit required considerable time.

Yet for these upper three-tier monsters, it was as if right next door.

Unwilling to respond to Afra's mockery, the Hou Jue merely flicked his finger, severing her line of sight.

After years of dealings, he knew this old woman's temperament intimately—she'd call even Your Majesty "trash" to their face.

'So crude.'

Thinking this, the Hou Jue sneered and gave a casual order: "Upload the intelligence. That little dragon cub will eventually cross paths with Imperial elites."

"They'll handle him then."

Currently, the Federation and the Empire's world development projects are in full swing; their geniuses almost always compete in those worlds.

With the dragon cub's strength as described in the intelligence, he will surely be sent by the Federation to a development world—and then the Empire will have someone deal with him.

Unfortunately, the Hou Jue did not know that Li Ang had no intention of joining the Federation's world development.

After all, if his guess was correct, he was already a top-tier partner of this world—he could simply start anew.

Unlike the Empire.

At Aio Logistics headquarters, within a colossal planet shaped like a dragon's head, the Typhon Division was in the midst of heated chatter.

"Those logistics idiots actually found a gem like this? What a waste."

"Chew chew chew want to fight him… chew chew chew."

"Why hasn't he revealed his dragon form? Is he a half-dragon?"

"Maybe it's due to his dragon lineage's uniqueness? We already have so many bizarrely shaped dragons in our division—adding one without a dragon form isn't a big deal."

"Yay! We can fight the Federation again!"

"Don't give His Majesty Aio a headache, you lot!"

The scene was chaotic as a marketplace, most dragons talking over each other, utterly unconcerned with what their companions were saying.

Watching this spectacle of demons dancing, a dragon whose scales shimmered with five-colored light pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

'Forget it. Let these fools do whatever they want—I'm done.'

'Incorruptible Evolution just placed another security order—I should review whether those lunatics are again using it as an excuse to study aberrations.'

Thinking this, he flapped his wings—and vanished in an instant.

……

Li Ang did not know that many factions had already targeted him—or if he did, he wouldn't care.

Unless he kept hiding like a turtle, his strength would inevitably draw attention sooner or later.

With his energy attributes surging, 【Earth Devourer】's speed was further enhanced, and Li Ang soon returned to Morabys.

Gazing at the emerald planet before him, he exhaled softly: "Finally back."

Undeniably, this journey brought him immense gains—he acquired a Chakra Fruit and created another powerful pseudo-follower.

If we add the newly acquired artifact crafting

Li Ang felt being watched by the great powers wasn't entirely unacceptable.

At this moment, the trio, having received the news, waited in the Star Port; numerous matters had piled up on Morabis Star, requiring decisions from Li Ang, the Viceroy.

Watching the gray-brown starship slowly dock at the Star Port, Danika unconsciously flashed a thought.

'Has he already reached the Fifth Level?'

According to past experience, this was likely the case.

Just as she thought this, she suddenly noticed a young girl standing beside her, appearing out of nowhere.

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Before Danika could speak, Lu Ke instinctively asked: "Little girl, how did you get in?"

He muttered under his breath, puzzled: "Strange, I remember the Star Port was supposed to be closed today."

At this, the girl glanced at Lu Ke and said casually: "Shut up, trash."

A tic instantly appeared on Lu Ke's forehead.

This brat's attitude is too infuriating!

Just as he was about to say something, Li Ang appeared before the trio.

Looking at the young girl who was studying him, he furrowed his brow: "Are you Lady Afla?"

Facing the young girl, Li Ang had only one thought in his mind.

Strong.

Deeply, unfathomably strong—his Reincarnation Eye couldn't discern her true level at all.

Yet as Viceroy, Li Ang had recognized her identity; this was precisely why he had abandoned the Earth Eater to appear here.

At this, the girl withdrew her gaze and spoke in an odd tone: "Your composition is incredibly complex."

With that, she turned and walked toward the space elevator: "Lead the way. I have something to discuss with you."

A-A-A-Ambassador?!

How could someone like this come to Li Ang?!

Lu Ke turned his neck stiffly toward the petite back in the distance.

As the Viceroy's son, he knew exactly what this title meant.

That was the Seventh Level! And worse—his father's direct superior!

Gulp—

The Young Master swallowed hard, about to say something, when he saw Li Ang had already followed her.

Unlike the trio, utterly stunned, Li Ang had already guessed the intent of the figure behind him.

It must be about world development, as Otavio had said.

'Should I refuse?'

If the Traveler talent hadn't mutated, Li Ang thought accepting might not be a problem.

But now—

As he pondered, the two had already arrived at the Alchemical Kingdom.

After signaling the artificial human maid nearby to prepare tea and snacks, Li Ang spoke first: "Lady Afla, what do you need me to do?"

Seeing Li Ang's directness, Afla had no intention of playing coy; she froze the tea before her into ice shards and ate it like shaved ice: "No wonder Gavin favored you—you're a bit stronger than other trash."

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Where did this little she-devil come from?