Xiaobai…
You…
Your words made Herta's mother choke back a sob, but she immediately understood what you meant.
You were going to earn this money with your musical talent.
Herta's mother suddenly stood up and hugged you tightly. Her arms, overly excited and forceful, almost strangled you.
When she saw that desperate number, she had nearly given up.
But your words reignited a glimmer of hope in her, even though she also knew how unimaginably difficult it would be to achieve.
You would definitely have to leave Zhanlan Star and step onto the grandest stage in the galaxy.
"Child…"
Herta's mother was overcome with sobs, wanting to say something to you, but unable to form the words, only holding you even tighter…
"Mom, Dad will be fine."
You looked at the woman in front of you, who had grown somewhat haggard lately from overwork, and spoke seriously.
After that day…
You left your home, saying goodbye to Herta and Herta's mother, departing Zhanlan Star and heading into the sea of stars.
When recalling your departure, Herta's mother's eyes reflected reluctance and pain, and she reminded you to be careful when far from home.
"Xiaobai… just do your best… your father wouldn't want you to change your life because of him…"
Although Herta's mother's voice was filled with deep sorrow, she still did not want you to bear such immense pressure.
"Gege, take this…"
Little Herta's eyes were red as she handed you a pendant.
It was a star…
"May the starlight protect you, Stupid… you must come back safe and sound…"
"Yes, I will."
You once again gently stroked the girl's forehead, just like before, and she obediently rose onto her tiptoes, softly pressing your palm.
"Come back as soon as possible."
You looked at little Herta and said softly.
The journey away from Zhanlan Star was very smooth. Once again, the weight of the Interastral Peace Corporation, this galactic giant, was evident.
All methods of leaving Zhanlan Star were controlled by the Interastral Peace Corporation.
You could not help but recall a line from the game: "Everything for the Amber Lord…"
A faint smile appeared on your lips as you touched your backpack. It contained some daily necessities and your most important belongings: your diary and the birthday gift little Herta gave you when you were seven.
After passing security and boarding the spacecraft, you looked back and saw that it was already night. You gazed at the two stars in the sky, one to the left and one to the right, clutching the pendant to your chest.
You silently recited, "May the light of the stars protect us."
As for how to earn that money, you already had an initial plan: to spread the classic songs of your hometown throughout this world of forests and seas…
However, you understood very clearly that to earn such a huge sum in a short time, you would need to rely on some external forces.
"Young sir, would you like something to drink?"
You looked at the flight attendant from the Interastral Peace Corporation in front of you and thought, the Interastral Peace Corporation…
Perhaps it was one of the most suitable entities for you to leverage.
"A coffee, please. Thank you."
You politely asked for a cup of coffee. Your refined and elegant demeanor left a good impression on the attendant.
She smiled and brought you a cup of hot coffee.
"Please enjoy it, sir."
You sipped your coffee slowly, continuing your previous thoughts. The destination of this interstellar vessel was also your own destination: Pier Point, the headquarters of the Interastral Peace Corporation.
In the world of capital, as long as there are profits, everything can be negotiated.
At least, that was what you believed.
However, reaching an agreement required not only strength, but also a bit of luck.
"Luck, huh?"
You took a deep breath. The trait you chose for this simulation was [Excellent Character, Favored by the God of Luck]…
You often thought that being adopted by Herta's parents might have been the good fortune brought by this trait.
If that was the case…
This journey might not be in vain.
The interstellar ship was fast, and this trip across star systems did not take long.
Two days later…
You arrived at that prosperous place, Pier Point. First, you sent the letter you had already written along the way, informing them of your safety.
Then you strolled through the streets, where statues of hammers could be seen everywhere, heading toward the tall building in the center that resembled a giant hammer.
That was the headquarters of the Interastral Peace Corporation.
You wondered whether the company currently had the Stoneheart Ten…
And who you would speak to about this transaction. You still felt a bit uneasy.
After all, your body was only fifteen years old…
By appearance alone, you still looked somewhat "immature."
You could only hope for good luck…
You took a deep breath and then stepped into the tall building.
"Young sir, you cannot enter here."
As expected, a staff member stopped you…
"I have a business proposal for the Interastral Peace Corporation…"
"Bang!"
Just as you were about to explain your purpose, you heard a sudden loud crash from upstairs.
Immediately, the alarm throughout the entire building began to sound.
The headquarters of the Interastral Peace Corporation…
Seemed to be under attack.
The security personnel, with no time to attend to you, shouted and rushed upstairs. Your heart stirred slightly, and you followed them directly.
After climbing countless flights of stairs, even your body, enhanced by that trait, felt somewhat exhausted.
You arrived at a chaotic hall.
You quietly hid in a corner, observing the confrontation between the two sides. A large hole had been opened in a window, and the invaders seemed to have entered through it.
The identity of the invaders was unknown, but their combat power was terrifying.
The company's defenders, who did not yet possess the advanced equipment from the game, were already retreating under the invaders' assault.
"Hand over Opal!"
The shout from the Synesthetic Beacon made your heart tremble slightly. Opal…
A member of the Strategic Investment Department of the Interastral Peace Corporation, one of the Stoneheart Ten.
This was far too coincidental.
Your heart tightened. It seemed the trait [Favored by the God of Luck] really was powerful…
It truly deserved to be a top-tier trait.
However…
You wondered whether the "Opal" of this generation was the little brat you remembered…
The one with the pacifier…
You carefully concealed yourself, silently watching the fight in the corridor.
"Wah…"
A sudden child's cry caught your attention.
The fighting had shattered a swaying cart in the corner of the corridor, causing a child hiding behind it to cry out.
His pacifier had fallen to the ground.
"Hand over Opal!"
The fierce shouts seemed to frighten the child, who instinctively shrank back, even forgetting to pick up the pacifier on the floor.
But no one paid attention to that child.
Except you…
You were secretly shocked. Was Opal a long-lived species?
That little brat was, in all likelihood, the very "Opal" the invaders were looking for.
With that thought, you quietly moved closer, picked up the pacifier embedded with a gem-like substance, and slipped it into your pocket.