Ninth class citizen

Chapter 342 I’m looking forward to it
The wreckage of the warship and mechs scattered in all directions, and a huge piece of the stern slammed heavily into Nan Rong.

Before she could dodge, the stern of the ship was struck by another piece of debris flying from the other side, and it flew sideways just a few meters in front of her without touching her body at all.

Nan Rong stood on the battlefield for a long time without suffering the slightest harm. Even the smallest screw avoided her for various reasons.

Nan Rong attributed this anomaly to the body from a higher dimension.

When a hard metal is inserted into water, the water molecules are unable to penetrate and can only dodge it.

That must be the logic, right? Otherwise, it's hard to explain why she was so lucky to remain unharmed under such indiscriminate attacks.

The battle lasted a long time, and eventually only a few remaining wrecked warships bearing the insignia of the Kungu Empire withdrew from the battlefield, and the Delin Federation did not pursue them.

A large number of mechs and small spaceships flew out from the warships of the Delin Federation and began to clean up the battlefield and search for the wounded.

Nan Rong watched all of this with a cold eye, like an outsider who couldn't fit in.

She didn't know the meaning of the war, nor what she could do about it.

However, the soldiers cleaning up the battlefield had already discovered her.

The detection instruments on the mechs and airships magnified her entire body several times over, presenting her to them.

A young woman stood effortlessly in the void, her dark eyes clear and her face indifferent.

Her clothing was also strange; it wasn't the kind of clothing commonly seen in the Delin Federation or the Kungu Empire, but rather a flowing white robe with wide sleeves, making it impossible to tell what her identity was.

But one thing is certain. Anyone who can stand in the void without relying on mechs or any protective measures must have a physical strength that meets or is close to that of an eighth-tier martial artist.

But she looks so young, only eighteen or nineteen years old.

An eighth-level martial artist under twenty years old? That's unheard of.

They cautiously approached, locking onto and charging their weapons, preparing to begin their conversation with Nan Rong.

But Nan Rong paid them no heed.

Her badge flashed, indicating she had received a message from the Great Demon King Dean:

"Have you seen enough? Come here."

He didn't indicate the location, probably because he thought it was unnecessary to say it.

Nan Rong did indeed know his location. Her mental power had long since covered the entire battlefield, and she had already "seen" Tian Li.

He stood on the bridge of the enormous Class A warship at the rear of the battlefield, solemnly and authoritatively arranging a series of post-war tasks with a group of generals.

Those generals, who were not young, obediently held their luminous pens and made notes on the virtual screen in front of them, as respectful as a group of primary school students.

In fact, compared to the Great Demon King's actual age, these people are nothing at all.

Thinking of this, Nan Rong couldn't help but feel a deep sense of helplessness.

Being targeted by such an ancient monster, what will become of her and this world in the end?

In the blink of an eye, Nan Rong was surrounded by three small spaceships in a triangular formation. The cannons facing her were extended and fully charged, and a dozen mechs were slowly approaching her.

Nan Rong smiled brightly at them, and with a flicker of her figure, she disappeared from the encirclement.

When she reappeared, she was already silently standing beside Tian Li. Alarms sounded, guards on the bridge reached for their energy guns, and the generals turned their heads in shock and anger—all frozen in place.

Outside the frame, only two people are looking at each other.

"I've arrived, Dean."

Tian Li glanced at her, casually waved his hand, and the others on the bridge sprang into action.

They completely ignored Nan Rong, bowed to Tian Li, and then filed out. The two of them even thoughtfully closed the door behind them.

"Interesting." Nan Rong blinked. "Could you teach me this little trick?"

"I've already taught you," Tian Li said calmly. "The second time."

Is demonstrating it once in person considered teaching? Does this person have some kind of social anxiety?

Nan Rong muttered a few words to herself, but when she looked up again, she had a professional smile on her face.

"Dean, since you've approved my plan, shall we proceed separately? That's what I'm thinking. You're already in this position, as long as..."

"You're the main focus; I'm just supporting you," Tian Li said.

"Uh?" Nan Rong blinked, then suddenly felt a surge of excitement: "Are you going back?"

That would be wonderful! No matter how he left—whether by feigning death, illness, or disappearance—it doesn't matter. What matters is that from now on, he can soar freely across the vast ocean and fly freely in the boundless sky!

In a world without the Great Demon King, the moon is rounder, the stars are brighter, and even the air is much fresher!

She couldn't hide the smile in her eyes: "You're a busy person, so don't worry about me! I will revise the previous outline and strive to become a gene optimization master with a significant influence on the Federation within five hundred years, and then spend another two hundred years promoting the establishment of the Star Alliance!"

"In short, although the planning time has increased, I am very confident that as long as we keep moving forward step by step, we will succeed one day!"

Who cares if the plane evolves or not? Let's just live comfortably for a few hundred years first! There's a chance Melissa might be resurrected, so we'll take it one step at a time!
Tian Li gently raised her hand, and a void screen appeared between them.

The few thin lines above were the "Outline for the Evolution and Development of the Qian 9999 Plane (Draft)" that Nan Rong had previously submitted.

The opening line reads in large characters: "Dimensional evolution should be human-centered."

Specifically, it is divided into three phases totaling 1,500 years, which can be simply referred to as the Three 500-Year Plans:
Phase One: Gaining a high status or possessing significant influence, and advocating for the formation of the Star Alliance. Estimated timeframe: 500 years.

Phase Two: Increase the production of gene-optimizing agents and reduce the difficulty and cost of synthesis. Ideally, achieve fully mechanized production. Estimated time: 500 years.

The third phase will implement a universal benefit system, ensuring that everyone within the plane receives at least one gene-optimizing agent, thereby achieving universal evolution. Estimated timeframe: 500 years.

"To be honest," Tian Li said, "the plan you made has taken me by surprise."

"Huh?" Nan Rong was a little confused. Was it unexpectedly good, or was it really that bad?
But he clearly said that it had passed, didn't he?

A slight smile appeared on Tian Li's usually icy face.

"That phrase, 'people-oriented,' is quite right."

"Countless planes in the universe pursue the ultimate in power. But when the power of a few individuals breaks through to the peak, it does not benefit the evolution and development of the plane."

"So I'm looking forward to your performance next."