They say I'm a world-destroying anomaly.

Chapter 109 Dark Side

At the very front of the crowd stood a tall but thin man.

The man was completely shrouded in a black interstellar court uniform, with only three golden diamond-shaped emblems shimmering at the collar.

This means that he is a three-star prosecutor in the Interstellar Court, a key figure within the organization, roughly equivalent to the level of the director of the Chengming Star Branch.

"Mr. Astaroth, please. I expect to be back in two days."

This man was Astaroth, the head of the Interstellar Court's outpost on Sand Star.

Three days ago, he had just traveled to another planet to attend an exchange meeting. After receiving the report from his subordinates, he immediately rushed back to Sand Star.

During these three days, he not only arranged for his subordinates to take good care of the two tribes who had been in contact with people from the two tribes who were under alert, but also took the initiative to organize meetings and talks with them.

When Congrett, Omar, and the others first met the head of the Interstellar Court on Sand Star, they were somewhat apprehensive about the other party's friendly attitude.

Compared to Fabian, who had no connection with the tribe, Astaroth was an absolute VIP in the eyes of both tribes, a powerful figure who could control the fate of both tribes.

But this important figure was not at all arrogant and cared for each of them equally, which made everyone have a very good impression of him.

"Mr. Cheng, Director Fabian, please rest assured, I will make arrangements for them."

Astaroth glanced at Cheng Xu and Fabian beside him, and nodded slightly in greeting.

With Astaroth taking care of everyone's affairs, Cheng Xu put aside his worries and turned to the robot director: "Director Fabian, let's set off."

As the two figures gradually disappeared at the end of the boarding passage, Astaroth, with a kind smile on his face, looked at the crowd behind him.

"I will arrange for a flying vehicle to take you all back to your tribe."

Congritte held her sister's hand and nodded gently.

Most of the Sibone tribe members smiled, but Omar seemed hesitant to speak.

Astaroth keenly sensed Omar's hesitation and patted him on the shoulder as if to encourage him: "A man doesn't need to be so reserved. I'm not some man-eating monster. Just say what you want to say."

"Yes, Lord Astaroth."

Having received the approval of the Interstellar Court prosecutor, Omar turned to look at Congrit.

"What's your thought about that thing we talked about before?"

Congrett raised his head slightly to meet the burly man's gaze: "I will report to the chief after returning to the tribe. But you know, achieving your desired goal will be difficult."

"Of course it's difficult, but we have to do it. Now that we know about the anomaly, we should try to figure out why."

Omar's tone was firm.

The members of the Sigu tribe behind him nodded firmly, looking at Congrit with encouraging eyes.

He was referring to the entirely new intelligence they had obtained from the Youyan. From the ship their ancestors had sailed on, the group learned of a different history.

The two tribes were originally one, but they split apart for reasons unknown to us.

The war between the two tribes, which has lasted for over a thousand years, did not necessarily need to escalate to its current intensity.

During this extraordinary encounter, whether it was Omar, Congrett, or anyone else, they all realized that the situation of the tribes they encountered was very different from what they had heard before.

The tribes that were originally considered mortal enemies were also living, breathing people, and were not as terrifying, ruthless, or evil as legend had it.

The war between the two tribes caused too many deaths and injuries, and this hatred will not be erased for a long time.

However, if an opportunity could arise—not necessarily to bring the two tribes into close cooperation and joint progress, but rather to foster shared interests—then...

It's not entirely impossible to temporarily set aside some of the hatred.

And this shared interest is to reduce casualties.

The war between the two tribes was like a meat grinder, drawing in far too many people and causing countless tragic deaths.

No one wants to see family, friends, and even themselves and their descendants die one after another in endless war.

Prior to this, there was no communication or contact between the two tribes, nor did they believe that the other would cease hostilities with them. They could only further strengthen their military preparations and do their best to deal with the war.

But now, the situation is different.

The trust that has been established between the Congrits and the Sibyls over these days can serve as a link for communication and contact between the two tribes.

Let's start with mutual trust among individuals and strive to achieve a better outcome.

Even if the road ahead is fraught with difficulties and they face criticism and rejection from their own tribes, if they can achieve the desired outcome, the future of the two tribes will take a completely new turn.

Omar also brought up this idea during his meeting with Astaroth, and Astaroth agreed.

The Samsung prosecutor stated on the spot that he was willing to act as a mediator between the two tribes should any further needs arise.

Witnesses and facilitators.

With this in mind, Omar took the initiative to approach Congrit in the past few days, hoping that he could play a role in the Sandblood tribe.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

When Omar said those words, images of his father and brothers who had died in the war flashed through his mind.

Letting go of hatred is difficult, but Omar hopes that the endless tragedies will not be repeated in the descendants of his tribe.

The climate on the planet Sand Star brought a harsh environment to the people of the two tribes. If they continued to fight each other in such an environment, it would only be an endless cycle.

To achieve progress in civilization, we must escape the quagmire of war. Omar now firmly believes this.

"Then we'll meet again someday. I wish you all the best."

As soon as he finished speaking, Omar led his men toward the boarding passage.

"Yes, you too."

Congrit took a deep breath, took his sister's hand, said goodbye to Astaroth, and boarded the flying machine back to the tribe.

Just as he told Omar, he would do it anyway, even though it would be incredibly difficult.

The boy felt that a weight called responsibility had been placed on his shoulders.

"You've worked hard these past few days."

"Thank you all for your help with the cleanup."

Along the way, Astaroth saw the staff of the Interstellar Court's outposts, still wearing calm smiles as he greeted each one.

Reaching the door of his office, he placed his hands on the door, took a few deep breaths, and finally entered the identification information before opening the door.

The alloy gate slowly closed, and the moment the last crack disappeared, Astaroth's smile froze.

Instead, there was a cold expression devoid of emotion, revealing neither joy nor anger.

He sat in the large office chair and rummaged through the drawer on the left side of his desk.

"Click—"

He opened a hidden compartment, inside which was a small and exquisite communication device.

After entering several complex passwords, the communication device was activated, and the screen lit up with the words "Dialing".

Similarly, the background features a strange blood pattern.

Two seconds later, the communication was connected. Without pausing or saying hello, Astaroth said, "Something has happened."

"Someone has touched upon the true history."

The voice on the other end of the communication suddenly became panicked and anxious, repeatedly asking what had happened.

After the explanation, the panic on the other end of the communication channel intensified. Astaroth gently pressed his temples with both hands, a disdainful smile curving his lips.

Barbarians are barbarians. Even after being subdued and made their subordinates, they will only panic and become anxious when faced with major events, unable to even maintain the most basic composure.

"Quiet."

The two words were uttered, and then the voice on the other end of the communication stopped abruptly.

Astaroth could almost see the other man trembling, and his contempt grew even stronger.

"They have been sent back."

"Yes, get it under control immediately, and then—you know. Be quick, or things will get complicated."

"Otherwise, I'm really worried that the investigator from the Anomaly Management Bureau might find something—that young man is no simpleton to have old man Fabian come here in person."

After giving a complete explanation, Astaroth hung up the call and dialed another number.

This time, the background of the communication was a grotesque skull with its mouth open as if shouting.

"Something's happened. Get rid of it all. I don't want you to make me repeat myself next time, or you know the consequences."

Hang up and dial a new number.

"Send a batch of weapons to Sigu's side. Yes, deliver them directly to the designated person, to the same old place."

Dial, hang up, dial again, hang up again.

Astaroth was like a precision instrument in operation, constantly issuing commands through the communication device in his hand.

After issuing the last command, he leaned back in his large chair and exhaled a breath of stale air.

"Damn it, what on earth happened? How did a high-altitude anomaly suddenly appear?!"

The communication device screen went out, plunging the office back into darkness, with only Astaroth's rising and falling breathing remaining.

Fortunately, he returned to Shaxing in time; otherwise, if he hadn't made proper arrangements, and that investigator named Cheng Xu had discovered it...

What is that? The consequences are unimaginable.

It was thanks to my habit of putting on a show that I was able to gain the complete trust of those barbarians.

Astaroth recalled everything he had heard at the previous meeting and the suggestion made by the barbarian named Omar.

He readily agreed at the time and even offered to help reconcile the two tribes.

But no one knew that at that moment, a storm was raging in his heart.

After the waves subsided, his expression as he looked at the barbarians was still full of smiles, but hidden within those smiles was a resolute killing intent.

He had already sentenced all of these people to death in his heart.

"It's a pity, but from your perspective, the idea is indeed good. For your tribe, it is actually the right choice."

After a brief silence, a faint sigh echoed again from the darkness.

"But if your two tribes reconcile, how will we do business?"

"Excuse me, I'd like to change my flight itinerary. Would that be convenient for you?"

Omar approached the cockpit, looked at the person piloting the aircraft, and pleaded in his voice.

"Huh? Why?"

The driver turned his head.

The person currently piloting the spacecraft is an employee from the Interstellar Court's outpost.

His orders were to send the Bone Clan members back to their tribe and then return home.

"Uh—because we still have some weapons, equipment, and supplies left on the edge of the Gobi Desert. Those are our reserves, and I want to go and retrieve them."

Omar bent down slightly and pointed to the virtual map.

"This batch of supplies is very important to our team, and the location is very close to our tribe. We hope you can do us a favor."

The driver pondered for a moment: "Uh—okay."

When Omar and his group stayed at the Interstellar Court's outpost, they unsurprisingly provided the outpost's staff with plenty of topics to talk about.

The driver knew that these people were not only valued by the Bureau of Anomalies, but also by their own superior, Mr. Astaroth.

To put it more broadly, the destination Omar pointed out to him was actually within the territory controlled by the Sibone tribe, so sending them there wouldn't be considered a violation of orders.

Since that's the case, there's no big deal about doing them a favor.

"Thank you, thank you so much!"

Omar thanked them profusely, then turned to look behind him and gave his men a thumbs-up.

He proposed changing the voyage not only because there were indeed stockpiled supplies that needed to be recovered, but also for a more important reason: he decided to return to the vicinity of the Gobi Desert to collect some things that could prove the experience, in order to gain the trust of his people and persuade the chieftain.

Omar considered that if he and his men returned empty-handed, it would be difficult to persuade the members of the Sibone tribe, and they might even be regarded as traitors to their tribe.

After all, attempting to eliminate hatred would be absolutely politically incorrect for either of the two major tribes.

However, if they could bring back some "physical evidence" to prove their group's experience, achieving their goal might be easier.

"Brother! Let's go home!"

On the other side of the aircraft, Emily was cheering and jumping for joy.

Through the porthole, she saw familiar streets and houses. It was the first time she had ever looked down on her home from the air, and she was incredibly excited.

"Brother, look, isn't that where we live?"

Emily pointed downwards, and Congrit craned his neck to look in the direction she was pointing, then reached out and touched his sister's head.

"Indeed, it's really good."

The pilot of the aircraft couldn't help but look back, a knowing smile appearing on his face.

What a loving brother and sister! I hope they can grow up safely and happily.

But thinking of the situation of the Sandblood tribe, the driver sighed and could only offer his silent blessings.

Beside the Sandblood tribe's architectural complex, the aircraft slowly descended, and countless Sandblood tribesmen below looked up upon hearing the commotion.

Upon seeing the aircraft, their faces were filled with awe, and they spontaneously made way for a landing area.

They knew that only important figures from interstellar space were qualified to ride in these high-end aircraft.

But when the aircraft came to a stop, the Sandblood Clan members around it were dumbfounded.

Congrit led Emily by the hand as they stepped off the aircraft, eliciting gasps of surprise from the crowd.