Chapter 28: Interstellar World (3)

Lin Yuetian seemed to be extremely well-behaved in this world. Recently, he had even paid multiple visits to Baron Sala’s father, Count Garcia.

He appeared to have the intention of befriending the Garcia family and had started seriously preparing a gift—high-level Zerg.

That’s right. Over the past few days of reselling Zerg on the black market, Lin Yuetian had discovered a side of this interstellar world that his original body had been unaware of. Humans and Zerg were indeed mortal enemies, that much was true. However, in every world, taboos always give rise to certain niche interests. In the Nas Empire, a considerable number of people were fascinated by the unique appearance and powerful abilities of the Zerg. The Zerg corpses being resold on the black market were mostly sold to these individuals. High-level Zerg, despite their terrifying combat power, had the ability to transform into beautiful humanoid forms, a trait that many nobles found irresistible.

Just imagine—if a frail noble, whose mental power might not even be outstanding and who might not even possess a mecha license, could keep a beautiful and powerful high-level Zerg as a pet, enjoying the pleasure of its strength while knowing it was powerless against them… Or, if they simply had a beautiful high-level Zerg corpse as an artistic decoration for their residence, filling their collection—how much attention and prestige would they gain in the salons of high society?

Therefore, despite the fact that brave warriors of the Nas Empire perished every year in battles against high-level Zerg, and despite the historical massacres of countless imperial civilians by these creatures, high-level Zerg remained priceless commodities on the black market, dead or alive. With great rewards come great risks—every year, countless interstellar pirates risked their lives to hunt high-level Zerg for astronomical profits. Countless brokers secretly organized transactions. Countless contraband drugs that could suppress Zerg pheromones were sold to the nobility. And countless luxurious residences in the Nas Empire gained new, exquisite decorations—all while the empire’s public opinion loudly condemned the Zerg.

Lin Yuetian even learned on the black market that this trade chain involved high-ranking military officials, who reaped enormous profits or used high-level Zerg as gifts in their own quests for power.

If the profit margin was high enough, nobles and merchants could trample upon all metaphysical virtues and age-old blood feuds.

【”Feudal monarchy is rotten to the core,”】 the system fumed.

Lin Yuetian humbly established a connection with Count Garcia and subtly expressed his willingness to present this grand gift. His original body’s combat achievements were impressive, and because of this, Count Garcia was quite interested in his goodwill. In the end, Lin Yuetian successfully obtained two doses of Type-A forbidden drugs that could suppress Zerg pheromones.

Perhaps this was part of what Lin Yuetian meant when he said, “I have already begun completing the mission.” Although the system was unsure why he had suddenly changed his usual approach and become so roundabout.

Lin Yuetian piloted his mecha, heading alone into a high-level Zerg nest.

By the time he returned and had recovered from his injuries, the corpse of a high-level male Zerg—one he had personally slain—had been taken away by people sent by Count Garcia.

The system had temporarily lost visual contact when Lin Yuetian entered the high-level Zerg’s lair due to the powerful psychic barrier between the broodmother and her high-ranking offspring, so it didn’t know the details of the battle. However, it knew that when Lin Yuetian left, he was seriously injured. His mecha was damaged, his mental power was depleted, and it took him a long time to fully recover.

The system wasn’t even used to Lin Yuetian acting like this. It actually felt indignant on his behalf, not realizing how much its own way of thinking had unknowingly changed.

【”Big bro, why are you sucking up to Count Garcia? This is so humiliating! If you ask me, this Nas Empire is pathetic—you might as well storm in and hack Baron Sala and Count Garcia into seventy or eighty pieces, making their remains scatter like fallen petals, littering the ground…”】

“I’m really not a cold-blooded psychopath. Your misunderstanding of me is way too deep,” Lin Yuetian said calmly. “If I really did that, I wouldn’t be able to complete my mission. In this interstellar world, Admiral Vincent’s combat ability surpasses mine. He also holds a high position and has soldiers to support him. Besides, I’ve already tested it—the people in this world have generally strong mental power. The anesthetic candle from before hardly worked on them. Force isn’t an option. I have to use strategy. But don’t worry, I’m a top-tier assassin. I know what I’m doing.”

【”Heh, really?”】 the system said.

Lin Yuetian did indeed have a plan. Not long after recovering from his injuries, he went to the black market and spent a fortune purchasing some nano-bombs.

【”Holy shit,”】 the system started panicking again, considering whether it should start playing Buddhist scriptures in advance. 【”Your plan isn’t just blowing up the capital since single combat won’t work, right??”】

“What are you thinking? Of course not,” Lin Yuetian refuted without hesitation.

【”Whew, scared me to death…”】 The system let out a long sigh of relief.

“I mean, this amount wouldn’t be enough to blow up the capital anyway,” Lin Yuetian said with some regret. “Sigh, buying enough explosives for that would be far too expensive, and it would definitely attract attention…”

【”…”】 The system went silent for a long while before finally muttering, 【”I was a fool to have any expectations of your moral limits.”】

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lin Yuetian was puzzled. “Admiral Vincent and Baron Sala aren’t exactly moral, are they? Besides, they have a much higher status than me. Why don’t you demand that the strong show mercy to the weak, yet you expect the weak to maintain moral integrity?”

【”…Say that again? You’re calling yourself weak??”】

Count Garcia was clearly pleased with Lin Yuetian’s tactfulness. Meanwhile, Baron Sala, after learning of the matter from his father, felt secretly delighted that his romantic rival was trying to curry favor with his family.

Thinking back to the old Lin Yuetian—so arrogant, flaunting his S-rank mental power, acting all high and mighty as an omega, always sticking by Vincent’s side in perfect sync—it made Sala seethe with resentment. That commoner had no self-awareness! He completely forgot his place! So what if he had S-rank mental power? So what if he was an omega? He, Sala Garcia, was the one who was truly meant for Vincent—the childhood friend, the perfect match!

Vincent had only gotten close to Lin Yuetian for his sake, yet Sala still envied how well they fought together on the battlefield. But now, everything was going perfectly. Just like how high-level Zerg—responsible for the deaths of countless A-rank soldiers and commoners—could be used as mere decorations in his study and bedroom, he now possessed Lin Yuetian’s gland.

Now, Sala’s mental power had risen from B-rank to A-rank. Just like Lin Yuetian, he was now an omega. Soon, he would officially marry Vincent, and the wedding would be broadcast live across the entire Nas Empire. Everyone would witness their union. Everyone would know that he, Sala Garcia, was the one truly meant for Vincent. He was the final victor!

At this moment, Lin Yuetian’s humble gestures of goodwill only amplified Sala’s sense of triumph. He was so elated that he smiled for days on end, even appearing in tabloids under headlines like “The Hidden Flower of Nas,” “A Rare A-Rank Mental Power Omega,” and “The Pride of Omegas.”

As for the former Lin Yuetian? A mere commoner, a rigid, unfeminine soldier who didn’t fit the omega aesthetic—who would care about him?

Then, a month later, at an exclusive noble banquet, Count Garcia proudly displayed his latest acquisition.

Listening to the nobles shower praises upon his collection, Count Garcia beamed with satisfaction.

Standing beside him, the distinguished fiancé of Admiral Vincent, Baron Sala, smiled demurely.

Sala was utterly pleased with himself. Everything was going so smoothly.

At the same time, back in the soldiers’ dormitory, Lin Yuetian opened a newly received letter.

It was a wedding invitation. The event was set for one week later.

Lin Yuetian smiled.

He said, “Everything is going perfectly.”