Chapter 241 - 239: The Nine-Clan Talisman

Chapter 241: Chapter 239: The Nine-Clan Talisman

Feng Qiaoyan traveled through a long corridor and boarded a starship, heading for the capital planet of the Qiongming System.

Although she knew the game’s secret had been exposed, she hadn’t expected the Interstellar Federation’s high command to act so quickly.

Less than half an hour had passed, and a high-ranking official from the Federation had already come to summon her for a talk.

And she was being taken to the Qiongming capital planet, no less—the very seat of power.

After a journey of over ten minutes and tens of thousands of wormhole jumps, Feng Qiaoyan traveled from a remote planet beyond the fifth ring of the Qiongming System to the core of the capital planet.

The moment she landed, she was escorted to a conference room. Pushing the door open, she saw it was filled with the leaders she often saw on the news.

Suppressing her shock, the young woman scanned the room’s occupants, but an expression of astonishment still broke through.

Her father, mother, brother, aunts, uncles...

It felt like a surreal family reunion. Feng Qiaoyan was stunned. ’Wait, why is my entire clan here?!’

"Mom, Dad, you... what are you doing here?" Feng Qiaoyan asked, astonished.

"Just a moment ago, I was promoted to be the Qiongming Premier’s secretary,"

Feng Qiaoyan’s father said with a smile. "Your mother and your uncles and aunts have also become assistants to the other leaders."

"But... why?" Feng Qiaoyan asked instinctively.

"It’s mainly to protect the leaders. After all, ever since that luck manipulator appeared, no technology is safe. Even things like energy shields could become harmful."

Feng Qiaoyan’s mother added, "Aren’t you a superhuman in that game? A superhuman helping another superhuman... In theory, that Fang Can’s luck shouldn’t be hostile toward you. It might even actively protect you, right?"

"Right... I guess so." Feng Qiaoyan thought of Fang Can’s attitude toward her and muttered to herself, ’Senior Fang Can probably doesn’t hate me, right?’

"If a superhuman hates someone, they could wipe out their entire clan. So if they like someone, it’s only logical that they’d protect their entire clan, too."

"Makes sense." Feng Qiaoyan nodded, then realized something. "So... you all became the leaders’ personal secretaries to..."

"Exactly. We’re here to use the good luck we get from being part of your clan to counteract any misfortune and prevent accidents from happening around the Premier," another relative said with a nod.

Feng Qiaoyan looked dumbfounded. ’It... it works like that?’

"After all, with us—the clan of a superhuman—around, as long as there are no serious conflicts, the leaders’ lives shouldn’t be in danger."

Only now did Feng Qiaoyan understand just how terrifying a luck manipulator could be.

When angry, they could directly annihilate a person’s entire clan.

But when happy, they could even protect another person’s clan from across the universe!

If someone were part of a luck manipulator’s clan, they could probably get elected as the nominal head of any corporation just by revealing their identity.

After all, no company would complain about having too much good financial fortune.

If they could spend a little money to recruit the God of Wealth’s family into their company, it would be a massive profit.

Seeing the bewildered Feng Qiaoyan, the Qiongming Premier chuckled.

"You don’t need to worry too much. We mainly called you here today to have you sit in. Be our good luck charm, so to speak, so the entire planet doesn’t accidentally get blown to smithereens."

’Is that all? Their willingness to talk at least means things haven’t escalated to the worst-case scenario.’ Feng Qiaoyan sighed in relief.

She obediently found a seat. Before long, four men with familiar faces pushed open the door and entered. They were the four players who had drawn the short straw.

"Greetings, Premiers of the Federation. We are here to negotiate on behalf of Lord Fang Can," the lead player said with a dignified air.

Even though they had been residents of the Federation, as representatives of the superhumans, they could not afford to take too humble a stance.

The Qiongming Premier said flatly, "State your terms first."

"The Interstellar Federation’s complete technology chain, and total control over every Federation player," the lead player stated.

Due to the separation between the two worlds, any physical trade was out of the question.

"The first point is impossible. The second is negotiable," the Qiongming Premier stated decisively.

...

Back in the game, Fang Can looked at the players who had just logged back in. "How did the negotiations go?"

"They’re willing to share all their technology chains across every sector, except for cutting-edge tech. They will also establish strict laws and regulations for players."

"Any player who breaks the law in the game will be punished directly according to Federation law."

Listening to the player’s report, Fang Can nodded slightly. He could already agree to these terms.

After all, it would take at least a few years just to digest all this non-cutting-edge knowledge.

In terms of production and construction, even with the knowledge, they wouldn’t be able to build things immediately. It would take decades to assimilate.

But that wasn’t his concern. Ji Donglai had only asked him to handle these players, and he had already exceeded the mission’s requirements ahead of schedule.

"For what comes next, go find Ji Donglai. He’s the head of the New Country’s superhumans. He’ll arrange the follow-up negotiations and communications."

Fang Can spoke calmly, but his gaze fell on the group of people before him—those who had died in the Federation, their souls now confined to the current world.

After a moment of thought, he said to the four players, "I’ll leave these people for you to kill. Let’s see if those who’ve lost their player status can drop any experience."

At Fang Can’s words, the four players hesitated, their eyes on the struggling, terrified people.

In their minds, they still couldn’t easily bridge the gap between an NPC and a real person. Killing these people would be tantamount to murder.

But after a brief moment of hesitation, the four steeled their resolve. They each struck one of the bound players, finishing them off quickly and cleanly. It was the last mercy they could offer.

Observing the players’ enhanced physical attributes after the kills, Fang Can nodded in understanding. Just as he thought, they did drop experience.

Glancing at the time, Fang Can turned and walked out of the prison.

Dealing with the current situation had taken him three or four hours.

Seeing that it was getting late, he knew he had to hurry back.

After all, he had a date to go strolling through the streets with Jiang Ning’an, and he couldn’t be late for something they had already agreed on.

Meanwhile, back in the Federation, Feng Qiaoyan looked at the crowd of aunts and uncles gathering around her and gave an awkward smile.

"Mom, Dad, all my uncles and aunts... is there anything else? If not, I’m going to go back to the game."

"It’s fine. What we want to talk to you about is also related to the game."

This reminded them of what the Premiers had said earlier—they were worried that the luck from one of Fang Can’s friends’ clans was still too weak to completely suppress any potential misfortune.

Thus, Feng Qiaoyan’s relatives said in an overly enthusiastic tone, "Qiaoyan, dear, you’re not getting any younger. Have you considered getting married?"

"Huh?" Feng Qiaoyan froze, a dumbfounded look on her face.