111 Weapons

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The "Super Empire of the Stars" finally made it out before midnight. This is the second chapter of today.

The accident involving the Tongguang Starship did not stay hidden for long; the resourceful media quickly exposed it. Once the news broke, it immediately caused a great uproar.

The Tongguang Starship was regarded as a source of pride among the people of Davo. Now, hearing about its mishap was like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky. Moreover, there were one hundred of the nation's finest young talents aboard.

On the day the news aired, the Ministry of Space’s phone lines were overwhelmed with calls from enraged citizens.

The next day, the Ministry issued a clarification, stating that the Tongguang Starship was not in an accident but had temporarily lost contact.

However, this did little to quell public suspicion. What exactly did “lost contact” mean? How long had it been? Why did it happen? A barrage of questions left the Ministry scrambling to respond.

Under immense public pressure, the Presidential Office swiftly formed a special investigative task force and sent it to the Ministry of Space.

Of course, the pressure wasn’t only from ordinary citizens; the families of the “one hundred most outstanding youths” aboard were exerting intense influence.

To qualify for a spot on the Tongguang Starship, these youths had to come from prestigious families. Without significant clout, it was impossible to secure a place on the ship. The families originally intended to send their best young scions abroad to gain experience and mingle with peers from other intermediate civilizations.

Who would have imagined that this would turn into a death voyage? For these esteemed families, losing one outstanding young member was far more grievous than losing billions in wealth.

These families relied on their talents to sustain their legacy. If their pool of talent withered, the family line would ultimately perish. Hence, they placed great importance on cultivating talent.

One can imagine the heartbreak they felt upon learning their most promising youth had met with disaster.

These powerful families united, and even the Presidential Office could not withstand their combined pressure, which is why the special investigation team was dispatched.

“What? The news is out already?” Aboard his private jet, Yang Yunrong was uncharacteristically furious. He grabbed an iridescent vase from the side table and smashed it forcefully onto the floor. With a sharp crash, the vase shattered into pieces.

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His assistant, Li Pingze, stood silently nearby, too afraid to speak. He had never seen his master lose his temper so completely, especially smashing Yang’s most treasured Jialan collectible. He wondered what made Zhong Yun so important to Yang—was it merely because Zhong Yun was the young lady’s lover?

“Change course immediately. Go home,” Yang Yunrong ordered after a moment, calming somewhat. He remembered he needed to check on his sister.

“But... we have a meeting with the Stellar Group. We can’t miss it...” Li Pingze, trying to be responsible, reminded him.

“I told you to change course and go home.” Yang Yunrong’s gaze was like a predator’s.

In the villa district on the eastern side of Ming City, a historic mansion stood in the center—this was the legendary Yang Estate.

“Where’s the young lady?” As soon as he entered the courtyard where Liu Yunqi usually lived, Yang Yunrong stopped a maid to inquire.

“She’s in the music room and hasn’t come out yet,” the maid answered timidly.

Yang Yunrong headed straight for the music room. As he approached, a captivating piano melody reached his ears, causing him to halt. Listening to his sister’s playing, he felt increasingly chilled to the bone.

The piano expresses the heart’s voice. Yang Yunrong had some skill in appreciating music and recognized an unbearable sorrow woven through his sister’s playing, even though the tune was light and lively.

Suddenly, the music stopped, and Liu Yunqi’s faint voice floated out, “Second brother, is Zhong Yun really on the Tongguang Starship?”

Yang Yunrong opened his mouth several times but could not speak. He stood in the courtyard for a very long time that day.

Outside the walls, the battle between indigenous warriors and the pink-skinned monsters raged on.

Appearing exhausted, Yu Daoqing took the opportunity to withdraw from the battlefield. In a fight involving thousands, only a powerhouse of level ten or higher could truly make a difference.

Zhong Yun feared being inexplicably left behind here. After his initial fervor cooled, reality struck. Recently, he had been quite unlucky. Maybe he really would be killed by some careless attacker on this battlefield. Safety came first.

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The monsters, nearly five hundred of which had been slain by Yu Daoqing in one move, initially recoiled in fear, many fleeing swiftly like rabbits. However, seeing that the terrifying figure had not returned, the pink monsters regrouped outside the walls and tentatively leaped into the village.

Waiting for them were spears smeared with a ghostly blue toxin. The pink monsters were extraordinarily resilient; unless their heads were pierced, killing them was difficult. This blue poison was their nemesis—just a scratch could take half their life away. It was the indigenous people’s secret weapon against these creatures.

The battle quickly intensified again. Zhong Yun couldn’t understand why the pink monsters were so desperate to attack this village. With their strength, even if they managed to conquer the whole village, the cost would be enormous. Was there something in the village they absolutely had to have?

This place was truly dangerous. If only he had a particle cannon... Zhong Yun’s thoughts drifted once more. Or at least a pulse rifle...

Suddenly, Zhong Yun’s heart pounded strongly, and a nearly overlooked thought flashed through his mind. He jumped up and ran toward the village.

Yu Daoqing frowned in disappointment upon seeing him rush off, then turned to watch the stalemate at the walls.

Zhong Yun sprinted into the village as fast as he could. He remembered the escape pod was stored in the open space there. About five minutes later, he finally returned to the village. Ignoring two indigenous warriors who glared at him suspiciously, he dashed into the escape pod.

Looking around, he knocked hard on the pod’s wall. Only his own echo replied. Damn, it seemed the pod had no power left.

What to do? Zhong Yun stared helplessly at the seamless walls. Without tools, forcibly breaking through was nearly impossible. This planet might not have anything harder than the pod’s hull.

There had to be a way. Zhong Yun wasn’t one to give up easily. Running his hand along the walls, he suddenly pressed a hidden spot. A soft beep sounded, and a digital keypad appeared on the wall.

He was overjoyed. The designer of this escape pod was meticulous, providing a backup power source for this storage compartment.

The password was... At the critical moment, his strong memory served him well. After entering the code, the wall slowly opened, revealing an opening about one square meter in size. Inside were a dozen new electromagnetic pulse rifles.