Chapter 299: Chapter 218: Your Gift Has Been Delivered

Meanwhile, at another location.

When Morgan VII’s butler awoke from a coma, the Laurel had already left the star zone where Mechanical Star was located. He immediately looked at his fingers, and seeing his index finger, now missing the Key of Dominance, his face darkened to an extreme degree.

The chest where he had been kicked still throbbed faintly in pain, making his voice much lower and hoarser as he spoke, "Who allowed you to leave?"

"That Blue Star person..."

The servant stammered in trepidation, "He threatened to blow up our ship if we didn’t leave."

"Steer the ship back."

An unprecedented humiliation and fear enveloped the butler, rendering him nearly incapable of clear thought—the Key of Dominance held extraordinary significance for the family, and if Morgan VII found out that he had lost it, not only would he be immediately exiled from the ship as space debris, but all the honors belonging to him and his entire family would be stripped away.

His name would become widely known as a worthless loser in the future, and his ancestors, who had served the family heads for generations, would be disgraced because of him.

He must reclaim the Key of Dominance before the family head learned of this matter.

Issue a warrant for arrest, bombard Mechanical Star, deploy tactical nuclear bombs sufficient to flatten the entire planet’s surface.

How dare those lowly Blue Star people lay their hands on the family—they were utterly justified in their actions, even if it meant involving innocent people unwillingly!

Vengeful thoughts surfaced in the butler’s mind.

"But..."

"But?" he glared fiercely at the servant who wanted to speak, "What do you want to say? Do you want to take my place? And you, and you, besides the family head, there is no one aboard this ship who can overrule my orders. Go inform the crew to turn back immediately, and gather all the fleets that can be assembled nearby in this star zone. And that damnable Eastern Battlefront woman, she’s a traitor too!"

The servants felt that the butler had descended into madness, but they dared not express their anger.

As the butler had said, the butlers of generations had been the most trusted individuals by the family head. No one aboard the Laurel could defy his orders.

But returning to Mechanical Star and launching an attack clearly contradicted the overall interests of the Chamber of Commerce.

"Hurry up!"

The butler shouted angrily. Seeing the servants remain motionless, he pushed away the one nearest to him in a fit of rage and headed toward the central control room.

"Who allowed you to leave this star zone? Does a threat from a lowly Blue Star person make you forget your pride as Shan Clan People?"

The moment he entered the cabin, the butler burst into a tirade.

Even though his intellect told him that heading back now would be futile and the same failure would repeat, before that, he could drag down many others to cushion his fall. Perhaps the fleets couldn’t destroy a Transcender, but they could leave the others on the planet with no place to be buried.

However, the cabin was silent with no response to him.

The butler wanted to continue his rant and vent the negativity brought about by his failure, but he suddenly realized that everyone in the cabin was frozen in place, their bodies as stiff as if they were dead.

This eerie atmosphere seemed like it had persisted long before his arrival.

Only then did the butler notice that the Laurel wasn’t moving but hovering in place.

Hearing his curses, finally, a crew member twisted his neck around. He opened his mouth but couldn’t utter a single word. Instead, he pointed forward.

Outside was pitch black.

This darkness was peculiar, devoid of any light, yet it felt as if something had passed by them.

The butler also heard an enamel-eroding sound, something touching the Laurel’s defense coating. The next few minutes stretched on like centuries, a silence that continued until a different object appeared outside the cabin—a crimson eye.

In comparison to this colossal being passing by them, the Laurel seemed as tiny as a toy boat.

Leviathan.

The name of the creature popped into the butler’s mind.

But why would a mature Leviathan leave its star system and appear here?

The Leviathan didn’t seem to consider them as a target, it simply brushed past the Laurel.

Even so, its backward-pointing spines still slashed through the ship’s protective layer.

The butler heard the alarms rise and fall, the entire Laurel stained red.

That was the last scene he saw.

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At the same time, Duan Mingyuan was filled with guilt.

This morning, not only had he shirked his duties, but he also lied about being bedridden with illness, even though the medical life support department was full of doubts. It was hard for them to imagine what kind of rare disease could render a divine doctor, who could casually cure "Dehydration Syndrome," bedridden.

The answer was an extremely rare illness, seemingly triggered by the tail of a nine-tailed fox demon.

Duan Mingyuan was researching this disease—diagnostics revealed that if you woke up in the morning to find yourself resting on a soft, fluffy tail, and the owner of the tail was also clinging to you with arms and legs, it was quite difficult to get out of bed.

This bore some similarity to the symptoms of "sleep paralysis," but considering the different source of the illness, Duan Mingyuan named this new complex disease "Fox Demon Pressing on Bed."

Jiuyue’s face was only inches away from Duan Mingyuan’s, her face overflowing with the joy of a victor.

Not only had she successfully skipped work herself, but she also dragged Mr. Mingyuan into it.

Who dared to call her a disaster-bringing fox spirit now when she had led the famed Transcender into decadence?

Could other fox demons do that?

"You said the Laurel has left this star zone, so you can finally spend some quality time with me in the next few days. You promised to join me at the luxury pool on the top floor!"

For this, Jiuyue had carefully selected several beautiful swimsuits.

She was determined that today Mr. Mingyuan must receive her swimsuit illustration.

Jiuyue tirelessly whispered in Duan Mingyuan’s ear, so much so that wave after wave of warm breath blew into his ear, "They are all at the meeting now, which makes it the perfect time for us to head to the top floor."

In that moment, Duan Mingyuan understood the modern-day meaning of the phrase "henceforth the king did not rise early."

When you have a fox demon wrapping around you, it’s also quite hard to go to work.

Finally, the "war of decadence" came to a victorious end for Jiuyue. She had not only prepared her pajamas but had also set up barbecue grills and other equipment on the top floor in advance. If one got tired from swimming, they could immediately start a barbecue party right there.

"You guys finally made it!"

Tang Qianqian, wearing a duck float ring, was the first to greet them.

Duan Mingyuan then realized that apart from the Third Prince, who had to attend the meeting, all other crew members of the Ranger had taken leave under Jiuyue’s temptation.

Yang Ping, the Elder Princess, and Ling Long were already prepared with barbecue party ingredients, and in the pool was a cat girl splashing water relentlessly.

Earth Wolf Twelve and the Mocking Pigeon stood beside a huge egg, appraising and discussing it.

This egg was notably abnormal in size, standing over two meters tall.

"Where did this egg come from?"

Duan Mingyuan asked.

"Wasn’t it the takeout you ordered?"

Earth Wolf Twelve pointed toward the sky, "Came parachuting down from above."

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