Chapter 157 Naming Rights

Thanks to the data terminal's timely reminder, the Airem elves, such an elegant and noble race, avoided the fate of being renamed the "Bean People" in the future. Hao Ren hurriedly found Hilda and told her about naming the new planet. The elven queen was very surprised: "Naming rights? Do you mean we get to decide the planet's name?"

"Well, it's fine if you can accept the name 'Bean People'..." Hao Ren said, dumbfounded, "But to be honest, even I can't accept it—this great migration will be recorded in my work performance, and I don't want the words 'Bean People' to appear on my otherwise perfect employee record..."

Hilda couldn't understand what was wrong with those words, but she nodded anyway: "I understand. But can we really have this honor? It's your planet, I think the naming rights should have extraordinary significance, they should belong to you."

Lily chimed in, speaking generously on Hao Ren's behalf: "Oh, you're getting the whole planet anyway, what's a mere naming right? What kind of naming ability can you expect from someone who can come up with 'Bean People'—even his cat is named Ball..."

Hilda was taken aback, then smiled softly: "Then can we continue to call it Airem? We want our descendants to remember their origins."

Hao Ren nodded vigorously: "Sure, that's much more meaningful as a memorial."

The Airem elves spent their first night in their new home in the wilderness, accompanied by sea breezes, forest sounds, and a vast, boundless sky they had never experienced before. Many people spent a sleepless night. Hao Ren woke up in a cabin of the spaceship to find that the morning stars had not yet fallen, and a glimmer of white light had just appeared on the horizon. However, the beach was already bustling again. He didn't know if the elves had woken up too early or simply hadn't rested all night. He washed his face, ate something in the captain's room, and went outside to find Lily and Vivian strolling through the camp, or rather, Vivian walking Lily...

He found Hilda staring out at the sea on the beach. Her shimmering figure appeared somewhat hazy and ethereal in the still not completely bright dawn. The queen still refused to rest properly, and now she looked even more ethereal than yesterday.

"Morning," Hilda turned her head to greet Hao Ren, "I just received word from Vimm that the second batch of people has boarded the ship and should arrive by noon today."

"So that's why all the captains are gone... they went to pick up the second batch overnight," Hao Ren muttered. "Oh, I discussed it with 883, and they will send you a batch of organic matter synthesizers and building materials in a few days to help you get through the most difficult period."

This planet was too primitive. The elves needed a foundation to explore mineral veins and mine resources, and they hadn't mined resources on a planet for thousands of years. They probably wouldn't be able to restore their industrial chain for a while, so Hao Ren tried to pry a little more out of those profiteers' mouths. Anyway, they could make a fortune by dismantling and reselling the second-hand equipment from the Airem island chain, so spending a little bit was still acceptable.

"I don't know how to express my gratitude anymore... this is not just a personal favor, you have completely saved our entire race..." Hilda looked at Hao Ren sincerely, but the latter waved his hand to interrupt her: "I told you not to worry about it. If I really wanted something in return, I would have asked for it already. It's you, what kind of reaction did your people have when you appeared in your current form?"

"Actually... most people didn't react," Hilda looked down at her slightly glowing body. "It's only obvious at night, during the day it's almost indistinguishable from a normal body. And everyone is focused on other things, who has the leisure to study why the queen is glowing."

Hao Ren grinned: "Anyway, pay attention to it. The Saintly Spirit form is not easy to tire, but you still need to rest occasionally. At your current rate of consumption, you probably won't dare to turn on the high light when taking photos with people in a few days. If the flash is a little brighter, you won't be able to find you."

Hilda finally laughed heartily: it was the first time since Hao Ren had met her that she had laughed so genuinely and comfortably.

And at this moment, the first ray of sunlight finally leapt out of the sea, dispelling the last darkness from the sky with a myriad of rays.

A huge shadow appeared behind the clouds with the sunlight, and slowly magnified in the clouds at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hao Ren stared at it for a long time before finally recognizing what the circular shadow behind the clouds was: a "space" floating island.

This shadow was just the first. After it appeared, more vague shadows followed in the distant sky.

The ground guidance station and communication tower had been built overnight. Today, eleven space floating islands would land on the planet's surface. These man-made islands, with a history of several thousand years, emerged from the clouds with a magnificent momentum, and slowly descended towards the distant sea, as spectacular as chunks of aerial continent floating over everyone's heads. They were shining with intense flames. Vivian couldn't help but sigh after seeing them: "I remember the scene when Hephaestus's fiery palace in mythology slid down from the clouds, it was as spectacular as today—but it was shot down by three Greater Fireballs from a demon hunter."

Hao Ren glared at her: "Can't you say something auspicious on this great day?"

"There is something auspicious—that demon hunter didn't dodge and got crushed to death."

The space floating islands, wrapped in spectacular flames, slowly approached the planet's surface. In the last stage of landing, all the thrusters were shut down. Those ancient engines finally completed this overly long service, and they would not have to be started again in the future unless something unexpected happened. The floating islands began to slowly fall into the ocean under the action of a powerful anti-gravity system and various attitude adjustment engines. This process was extremely slow and had to be finely adjusted to prevent these behemoths from causing catastrophic tsunamis or the floating islands themselves from disintegrating during landing. After completing the landing, many systems on these islands could not be shut down, including the gravity regulator and the attitude adjustment nozzles in the upper part of the hoop: they had to rely on these things to maintain stability at sea. Another important task for the elves remaining on the floating islands was to transform the islands. The landing positions of the floating islands had been carefully calculated, and their bottoms could almost touch the submarine continental shelf. The elves' most powerful mages planned to slowly change the rock structure of the islands and the continental shelf over a year, allowing them to "grow" together, thereby bringing true and lasting stability to the islands.

The domes on the islands shimmered in the sunlight. They could not be closed temporarily. In order to prevent ecological pollution, and in case of an accident, allowing the islands to serve as shelters, these domes would remain open until the ecology experts were sure that the internal and external environments could be seamlessly connected.

While Hao Ren and Hilda, together with Vivian and Lily, and a great demon, were curiously watching the spectacular sight of the islands landing on the horizon from the reefs, a small aircraft suddenly flew from one of the floating islands and landed on a clearing on the beach. After a moment, Hao Ren saw a group of Airem soldiers escorting a dejected middle-aged elf to Hilda.

"Your Majesty," the middle-aged man sighed in front of Hilda, and then prostrated himself on the ground, "Do what you think is right."

Hao Ren asked curiously, "Who is this?"

"This is the leader of the Promised Land organization," Hilda said expressionlessly, "And probably also the controller behind other dissident groups."

With each word Hilda said, the middle-aged man's expression became more and more depressed. Finally, he simply took the initiative to stretch out his hands, signaling to be tied up: "Things have come to this, I have nothing to say. Just tie me up and lock me up somewhere, but don't let me contact anyone..."

Hao Ren covered his forehead and turned his face away: just listening to his tone, he knew that the other party really meant he was too ashamed to face anyone.

But Hilda just smiled slightly: "Imprison you? Do you know how much resources that would waste?"

"Then what? You might as well just kill me," the middle-aged man said brazenly, "Bullets are cheap, I'll pay for it myself if I have to."

Hilda pointed to the construction site behind her: "We're short of people right now, do you think you can escape labor service just because you're 'too ashamed to face anyone'?"

The middle-aged man looked at the groups of elves pointing and gesturing at him in the distance, lowered his head resignedly, and strode away: "Okay, I'll just cover my face for the rest of my life."

"Wait! Are you leaving now?" Hilda called out to him, "You, and the group under you, stay at the detention point for a few days, explain the details of the Prayer World, and then I'll find you a suitable new position."

The middle-aged man was escorted away by a group of soldiers again, and Hao Ren looked at Hilda in surprise: "Is that it?"

"What else can I do?" Hilda spread her hands, "We need workers, and he can't cause me any more trouble in the future, why not make the best use of him? I know these guys, I've known them for a long time. They can be considered people with lofty ideals—unfortunately, they've always used their strength in the wrong place. From today on, they should do something useful."

Hao Ren shrugged: "Okay, it's your business anyway."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a commotion in the camp not far away.

The loudest voice entered Hao Ren's ears: "Up there! Something's appearing in the sky!"

"What's in the sky," Hao Ren said, dumbfounded, "The sky phobia hasn't passed yet... Holy crap!"

He looked in the direction everyone was pointing, only to find a line of towering words suspended directly in the center of his retina: Raven 12345 Handmade - Carbon-Based Habitable IV Type Ready-Made Planet - Resource-Intensive Product Manual.

Hilda was stunned: "What is this?"

At this moment, a sentence from someone popped into Hao Ren's mind: Old lady is truly a masterpiece of craftsmanship...

He almost forgot that this planet was created by Raven 12345!

Seeing that he didn't speak, Hilda grabbed Hao Ren's sleeve and continued to ask: "What is this?"

Hao Ren gritted his teeth and blurted out two words: "After-sales!"