Chapter 1 Words From the Heart

Mingmei's words instantly silenced the other two in the room.

What she said wasn't lost on Zhen Po. He understood it, but he also knew the future. How could he remain indifferent?

"Ugh, this is too hard," Lu Xiaoyao sighed. She didn't want to interfere with Zhen Po's "family affairs," so she picked up the remote and turned on the TV.

Nowadays, all kinds of strange things are being said online. The control of the internet has been completely lost, likely due to the Star Pirates and internal spies of Blue Star stirring things up.

Together, they watched the news broadcast. The news anchor spoke of the interstellar immigration and genetic modification rumors that had been circulating online since morning.

However, her tone and demeanor screamed, "I've been kidnapped, but I can't blink, so this is all I can say," making the atmosphere even more tense.

"We don't know how people outside see this news, but I, at least, don't think anyone in H country believes it," Mingmei said, taking the remote from Lu Xiaoyao and lowering the volume.

"One million first-batch labor immigrants," Mingmei said, looking at the number mentioned in the news, "That's seven hundred thousand more than those who survived in history. And that's just the number for H country."

After saying this, Mingmei couldn't help but take a sip of bottled water, looking away.

Not signing up means certain death.

Signing up means less than a 30% survival rate.

This kind of thing doesn't need to be said directly; just turning it over in your mind is enough to know how terrifying it is.

"But, wasn't the point of our game characters to help more people survive?" Lu Xiaoyao asked, her expression on the verge of tears. "Can we, maybe, find a way to help more people survive?"

...

"Your solution is to suggest that the people above include military personnel in this round of sign-ups?"

Hu Yue, after attending a secret mobilization meeting during the day, found Mu Chen at their usual meeting place. She couldn't imagine how Mu Chen had achieved his current position, starting from a small programmer.

However, knowing the ultimate historical outcome, Hu Yue felt that Mu Chen's suggestion was abandoning ordinary people.

"Their physical fitness is much higher than that of ordinary people. Genetic modification is essential for the Star Pirates to sell the people they capture as slaves to other places, but do you really think the Star Pirates' genetic modification is the same as legitimate genetic modification?"

Hundreds of years separate this period of history from the current interstellar era. Genetic modification was not as convenient then as it is now, let alone something that could be done on such a large scale.

Hu Yue didn't know how to respond to Mu Chen's rhetorical question.

Mu Chen was right; genetic modification has risks.

"Moreover, if you do get successfully modified, and then suddenly rebel, catching the Star Pirates off guard when the Zerg suddenly appear, will you be able to seize the opportunity to save more ordinary people?"

"You…" Hu Yue was stunned. The plan she heard during the day, along with Mu Chen's current verbal description, was even more detailed and equally bold.

"You know how many people these giant starships can hold, right?"

Mu Chen looked up at the bottom of the starship, gleaming with metallic luster in the sky, then turned to Hu Yue. "Aside from the mecha and combat starships inside, how many of these giant starships are there in a legion?"

Hu Yue opened her mouth, her breathing becoming rapid.

Their Sixth Legion only had three, and two were stolen from the Star Pirates. Logically speaking, a legion would only have one such giant ship.

If many pieces of equipment were removed, the number of people inside could be at least fifty million in a short period!

"As long as we take it…"

The Sixth Legion's ingrained gene of stealing from the Star Pirates instantly awakened in Hu Yue's body. Mu Chen nodded slowly, watching Hu Yue's excited appearance, without saying too much.

His initial goal was to preserve the most elite forces.

If these elite forces could save others after being preserved, that would be even better. If they really couldn't resist, it would be good if the most elite personnel survived.

As long as more than three hundred thousand survive, he would consider it a success, right?

...

The next day, after the news broadcast last night, many ordinary people joined the registration. The snow had stopped, and Mingmei, wrapped in a thick cotton coat and carrying an insulated bag, looked at the long line at the registration point, feeling a bit lost.

Didn't everyone say yesterday that anyone who goes is an idiot?

Coupled with the news anchor's broadcast, which sounded like her whole family had died, more people felt that there was something wrong with this. But why are there so many people at the registration point now?

Among these people, the elderly seemed to be the majority. Mingmei understood something in her heart…

"Little girl, excuse me."

Mingmei was standing in a somewhat inconsiderate position. She was half in and half out of the line.

An elderly person behind her couldn't help but cough a few times and finally asked Mingmei to move aside.

"Ah, I… I'm in line to register."

Mingmei smiled apologetically at the old man behind her and moved forward. But the old man looked disapprovingly at her and said, "What's a young person like you registering for?"

"Then what are you old folks registering for at your age?"

Mingmei's words were not only directed at him, but at all the elderly people around. As soon as she said this, everyone looked over.

"To see the world! We're halfway in the ground already, haven't seen aliens, haven't been to outer space. Shouldn't we see it?" The old man was stubborn. He glared at Mingmei again and waved his hand, telling Mingmei to leave. "Young people shouldn't join in the fun. Go home and go to work, go rest."

"Yeah, is there something wrong with you young people's minds?"

The old folks chimed in. They looked at Mingmei as if she were a junior who hadn't grown up and was courting death. They couldn't help but say, "Do you think working abroad is easy?"

"It's not easy, but if it's not good, why are you lining up?" Mingmei retorted rebelliously. In her heart, she already had a rough idea of what was going on.

Sure enough, the other party wasn't angry at Mingmei's "retort." Instead, he said, "What's wrong with you, young lady? We're kindly advising you, and you won't listen. We've seen all kinds of storms in our lives. Young people like you can't handle this."

The old man pointed to his head and said to Mingmei as if哄ing a child, "We'll go out and take a look. If the situation isn't bad, you'll have days to enjoy!"

The old man's face was full of pride when he said this. The people around who were also lining up laughed along, telling Mingmei that she was still young and should go home and discuss it with her parents and not mess around.

Mingmei pursed her lips. Seeing that they were about to squeeze her out of the line, Mingmei straightened her body and smiled at the other party, saying, "Your children are lucky to have you thinking of them. As for me, I'm alone, so no one cares if I gamble on my future."

As she spoke, Mingmei showed a bitter smile, immediately gaining the sympathy of the elders around her. Some people stopped talking, and others advised her a few more times. Seeing that she was determined, they inexplicably sighed.

[Host, aren't you afraid your parents will find out and come beat you when you say that?]

Seeing Mingmei use the "parents deceased" card to gain sympathy from the people around her, Gui Gui suddenly felt that her host was getting bolder and bolder.

[Isn't this what my uncle set up? Even if my mom and dad know what I said, they should go to my uncle first, right?]

Mingmei, who was always tricked by her uncle, gradually learned to trick her uncle as well.

Who doesn't know how to pass the buck!

Qilan Star, night.

"Achoo!"

Yan Hui, working in his new office, looked around thoughtfully and silently opened the office environment control interface to take a look.

"I was wondering~"

Seeing that the environmental settings were different from what he had set in his previous office, Yan Hui slapped his forehead. He had been careless.

The climate of Qilan Star was originally drier than that of Hua Lan Star, and the temperature difference between morning and evening was greater. Although he had set it to the most suitable living environment, the default setting was still for the living environment suitable for the locals.

Yan Hui silently readjusted the office environment to the same temperature and humidity as it was on Hua Lan Star. Then, he stood up, put his hands behind his back, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked up at the sky.

The night sky of Qilan Star was a magnificent dark purple. A long Milky Way illuminated the surrounding dark purple sky even more. The layered purple, dotted with shining stars, was truly beautiful.

If only fewer combat starships flew in the sky.

"Two, has anything happened on Qilan Star recently?"

Yan Hui queried his artificial intelligence, but the response he received was that everything on Qilan Star was normal recently.

"Is it normal for combat starships to fly in the sky all the time?"

Yan Hui felt it was outrageous. He knew that the Sixth Legion was a combat-crazy group, but they couldn't do this, right?

[Master, if we calculate according to the time, it should be the time when Miss Mingmei and the others arrive at the Sixth Legion. According to the information gathered from StarNet and special channels, the newcomers should receive "special care." Qilan Star will also be a special area for that care.]

Two told Yan Hui everything that Mingmei and the others might encounter in his emotionless voice. Late at night, Yan Hui looked at the starry sky with red wine in hand, listening to the Sixth Legion's torment of the newcomers.

He seemed to remember the game he had designed for Hu Mingli before, which seemed to have a special welcome for newcomers, right?

Was that game difficult?

Yan Hui thought about it but couldn't seem to remember anything.

He stroked his chin. It seemed that because Hu Mingli had advertised for him, he had recently taken on many escape games for the legion. At first, what game did he design for Hu Mingli?

Huh~

He forgot!