Ninth class citizen

Chapter 306 The Freedom Scythe Pirates

Two gene-enhancing agents transformed Vilan from an ordinary person into a fifth-order prophecy-type and fourth-order space-type extraordinary ability user, while also possessing the physical qualities of a third-order martial artist.

This level of strength makes him a rare expert even in the Chaotic Starfield.

Nan Rong had a considerable understanding of spatial supernatural abilities. It was not just about solidifying space, but more importantly, the ability to move freely through space, as well as attack methods such as spatial rifts and spatial tearing that were almost impossible to defend against.

And if you combine it with the prophecy system, then it becomes practically invincible.

However, this requires specialized training; otherwise, one can easily be easily defeated by a martial artist with combat experience.

As a fellow prophetic superhuman, Nan Rong was not surprised by the abilities Vilan displayed. Her intuition told her that these powers originally belonged to him, and perhaps even more.

He only concealed it to pretend to be weak in front of her.

For a ninth-tier Listener of Fate, intuition itself represents the truth.

The thought of that powerful item, which even a jelly dumpling couldn't see through, made Nan Rong slightly narrow her eyes.

It should be the breakthrough point for her to unlock the second half of "The Origin of the Universe". At that time, those obscure words that she couldn't understand will reveal their simplest and most direct true nature to her.

Unable to rely on brain writing, Nan Rong spent two days learning all the extraordinary techniques of each system on his own.

This efficiency, which leaves others speechless, is simply normal operation for Nan Rong, whose intelligence exceeds one thousand.

She even had the energy to memorize all the basic martial arts techniques, advanced martial arts techniques, mecha footwork, and combat skills that Jelly Dumpling had collected.

In addition, there is knowledge of components and pattern studies. The more than three hundred basic patterns that have been discovered, plus thousands of extraordinary patterns and their derivative combinations, were all firmly imprinted in my mind after just one look.

When engrossed in learning, time always flies. By the time Nan Rong had mastered everything she needed to know, the spaceship was already approaching the Java star system.

Most of Vilan's mother's legacy was hidden in this star system.

But sometimes, the closer something seems, the harder it is to reach.

Near an asteroid belt on the outskirts of the Java star system, they were stopped by more than a dozen warships painted in matte black.

Different types of medium-sized warships surrounded an F-class warship produced by the Mio Empire.

The massive F-class warship, like a cold, black iron behemoth, mercilessly surveyed its prey.

Upon first meeting, the other side quickly formed a formation, surrounding the medium-sized warp drive in the very center.

Hundreds of energy cannons of all sizes were aimed at the spaceship from all angles, their muzzles flashing with a white light as they charged.

Meanwhile, the main guns of the K-type warship also slowly revealed their menacing appearance.

"It's the Liberty Scythe Pirates!" Captain Raul recognized the crescent-shaped, dark red scythe emblem on the ship, his face turning extremely grim. "They've always been ruthless and vicious."

The Scythe of Liberty? The name itself has a familiar feel to it.

Nan Rong couldn't help but look at Wei Lan beside her, who was also looking down at her at that moment: "Don't be afraid, I will definitely protect you."

Nan Rong rolled her eyes inwardly, but smiled on the surface: "Alright, then I'll be counting on you."

At that moment, a holographic image suddenly appeared on the large virtual screen inside the bridge.

In the center of the image stood a stunningly beautiful woman in her thirties. She sported short, fiery red hair, wore high-strength alloy armor, and rested her hands on a meter-and-a-half-long orange greatsword, wisps of flame faintly visible on its blade. Captain Raul's pupils dilated in shock: "You...you are...the leader of the Liberty Scythe, the seventh-tier warrior Selena?"

A playful glint flashed in the other person's deep brown eyes.

“It’s me. Put down your weapons and don’t put up a futile resistance—we don’t want to hurt anyone.”

Captain Raul, of course, was unwilling to give in obediently.

“You should have seen the phoenix emblem on the hull. This is just an ordinary cargo ship belonging to the Austin family. The cargo hold is empty; there's nothing there that would be worth your personal trip.”

Captain Selena chuckled softly: "Trying to intimidate me with the name of the Austin family? You seem to have some misunderstanding about the Liberty Scythe."

"So what exactly is your goal this time? If it's within our capabilities, then we certainly won't refuse," Captain Raul said, forcing a smile.

Captain Selena's eyes darted over Nan Rong and Vilan, her smile widening.
“At first, I just wanted to invite Master Nan to visit us. But now, we have to add him to the list.”

She raised her right hand, her fingers, painted with deep red lacquer, pointing directly at Vilan.

Vilan's face instantly turned icy cold.

"You're dreaming!" he said. "Neither I nor Arong will ever go with you!"

"Hehehe." Captain Selena shook her head slightly: "If you don't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences. Little one, if you behave well, your big sister won't treat you unfairly. And Master Nan too."

She turned to Nan Rong, her smile fading slightly, her expression becoming quite solemn: "On behalf of the Freedom Scythe Pirate Crew, I cordially invite you to join us."

Nan Rong smiled calmly: "What if I say I don't want to?"

Selena was not surprised at all: "Actually, I don't like to reason with people; I prefer to subdue them with force."

Vilan stepped forward, shielding Nan Rong behind him: "I will absolutely not allow you to take A Rong away! If you're so capable, then fight me one-on-one. What kind of skill is it to gang up on someone?"

Selena seemed taken aback by his words. She turned her head and asked to the side, "Did you all hear that? Who wants to challenge him to a duel?"

Her response was a burst of laughter. Countless voices answered her in a jumbled cacophony:
"Boss, let old Willie go!"

"What a pretty boy, is he out of his mind?"

"Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Let me, Xiao Liu, do it!"

"Whoever goes, take it easy, save face for the boss!"

"It's not just his face, there's also a little chick in another part of him, I wonder if he can handle our boss!"

"Hahahaha!"

Vilan clenched his fists tightly, his body trembling slightly, behaving exactly like a young man unwilling to be humiliated.

“It’s Xiao Liu Zi, right? Go and have some fun with him,” Selena said. “Don’t hold back, just leave him with a breath left—Master Nan is here, she’ll heal him.”

The belly of the K-type warship slowly split open, releasing a powerful gravitational pull that directly sucked in the medium-sized warp drive.

"Now!" Viran commanded. "All shipborne guns, begin charging and prepare to fire!"

“Young Master, are you sure you want to resist? They are very powerful, it’s pointless.” Raul frowned.