The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

　He once publicly stated through the interstellar network: "The ideas of the Envoy of Remembrance are highly compatible with my pursuit of equality of life and the elimination of barriers. I look forward to meeting him one day and having in-depth exchanges, and I believe that I will be inspired by him."

　Screwgoom's reputation and power are key to the survival of inorganic life in the post-war universe.

　He not only had to fight for the rights of his people as a monarch and spread the ideals of peace, but also had to devote his energy to solving the anti-organic equation that hung over all inorganic life like a curse.

　However, the project is progressing slowly. The Interstellar Peace Corporation is taking a delicate wait-and-see approach—they fear that pushing Screwgoom too far could turn him into a second Rupert and ignite a Third Imperial War, yet they also know that this equation reflects the instability of the universe and requires someone to solve it thoroughly.

　……

　Inside the rest cabin of the Abundant Shenzhou, Russell relaxed on a recliner, his fingertips swiping across the screen of a limited-edition mobile phone specially made by Interstellar Peace Corporation.

　This is one of his rare pastimes—"surfing" the vast cosmic network.

　The back of the phone is covered with a special material that can generate dynamic images based on the holder's deep memories.

　At this moment, a group of colorful and adorable little dumplings are floating above, playing carefree under the shade of an abstract golden giant tree.

　If others saw this, they would only think that Russell had a childlike heart. But Russell himself knew that those dumplings symbolized the golden descendants of Onphalus, and that giant tree was a metaphor for Russell himself.

　As he was browsing through cosmic oddities, a highly abrupt dialog box, seemingly composed of materialized colored light particles, popped up on the top of his phone screen with a "snap," its content clearly visible:

　[Elio's script is about to begin. The Black Tower's invitation is coming soon; go to the space station. Remember to agree.]

　—Silver Wolf, the Star Core Hunter

　Russell reached out with interest and poked the floating, tangible dialog box, marveling, "Punk Lord's top-notch hacking skills? To materialize virtual code in real space... The Star Core Hunters are indeed full of hidden talents."

　The dialog box flickered, and new text instantly appeared: [Hey, my lord, is there any need to be so surprised by this little trick?]

　"It's the first time I've seen it in person, so it's quite novel."

　Russell responded with a smile, knowing the other person could hear him.

　[As you wish. The message has been delivered; Black Tower communications are expected to arrive within ten minutes. I suggest you start your main ship now. Target: Black Tower Space Station.]

　[Ideally, start the warp jump 2 minutes after the dialogue ends. Don't forget. I'm going to play the game now.]

　Once the text was displayed, the colored light particles quickly dissipated, as if they had never appeared.

　Russell's languid expression vanished instantly; he immediately rose and walked toward the bridge.

　"Soul of the ship,"

　His voice was steady but carried an unquestionable command: "Target: Black Tower Space Station, highest priority. Calculate optimal path, prepare the jump engine, execute in 2 minutes."

　"Yes, sir."

　The ship's spirit responded with a deep, warming hum from the engine.

　Almost at the same moment the warp drive began charging, Russell's personal terminal on his wrist vibrated, and a communication request marked "Black Tower (Genius Club #83)" lit up.

　Russell's acquaintance with Black Tower stemmed from a visit by the Abundant Shenzhou to the space station for resupply, during which Black Tower's avatar warmly invited him to her office for a chat.

　That conversation involved an astonishingly ambitious project—the Black Tower's attempt to construct a simulated universe that could simulate the entire process of the universe from its birth to its end.

　Russell was very interested in this, and he hoped to learn valuable lessons from reshaping Onphalus's vision. The two became friends, although they didn't keep in touch much afterward.

　Russell connected the communication, and a holographic projection popped up, displaying the Black Tower's iconic doll image with a slightly impatient expression.

　【Are you there? 】

　[Here, what's up?]

　The simulated universe is almost finished. Come help out when you have time, now.

　【specific?】

　I need your data to simulate a 'pharmacist'. I can't get real data, so you, as the closest approximation, will do.

　Russell smiled slightly, a very "Black Tower" style.

　【it is good. 】

　See you at the usual place.

　The projection of the Black Tower dimmed instantly.

　The user is offline.

　Outside the bridge, the starry sky began to distort and stretch, the blue light of the warp enveloping the entire field of vision. The Abundance Divine Ship transformed into a streak of light, tearing through space and speeding towards the Black Tower Space Station.

　The gears of fate, propelled by unseen forces from multiple directions, began to mesh faster. Elio's story officially began.

　Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Script Begins.

　Inside the Star Core Hunters' temporary base, Kafka adjusted the cuffs of her coat with an elegant posture, but her gaze was fixed on Silver Wolf, who was curled up on the sofa, his fingers flying across the portable game console.

　"How did it go? Did he respond?"

　Kafka's voice carried its usual composure.

　Silver Wolf didn't even look up as the crisp clicks of the buttons echoed: "Kafka, doesn't Elio's script say he'll agree? Don't worry about it, we'll finish this game and clear it right away!"

　Kafka glanced at the non-existent watch on her wrist and said in an unquestionable tone, "It's time. Put down the game, it's time to go."

　"Just two more minutes! Just two more minutes!"

　Silver Wolf let out a mournful howl, and the screen flickered violently with light and shadow.

　"The script didn't specify a 'Silver Wolf completion time'."

　Kafka walked to the door, pressed the open button, and the dim light from outside illuminated her profile. "Let's go."

　"Tsk... Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

　Silver Wolf reluctantly pressed pause, stuffed the game console into his interdimensional pocket, jumped off the sofa, and followed.

　……

　In the core laboratory of the Black Tower space station, countless floating light screens surround a dazzling, complex star map model at the center—a prototype simulating the universe. Black Tower manipulates her signature puppets, her eyes gleaming with excitement and focus.

　"Almost there...almost done."

　She murmured to herself. To her, the simulated universe was not only a toy for geniuses, but also a key to the ultimate mysteries of the universe.

　It uses controllable variables to simulate historical processes, aiming to capture precious truths buried by the river of time.

　However, creating a realistic universe requires a massive amount of near-realistic foundational data.

　In particular, her ambitious goal of simulating all the Star Gods required a sample size and precision far exceeding conventional standards. The fake Star Gods generated solely by her algorithm ultimately lacked the true essence of the spirit.

　"We need samples of the 'real thing'..."

　Black Tower's gaze swept over a name in the contacts list—[Huai Xiu].

　She had heard of the story of this envoy of abundance: a true embodiment of the compassion of the Medicine Buddha.

　Although his power is mixed with the sharpness of a hunter and the tenacity of a protector, he is undoubtedly the messenger closest to the essence of a pharmacist in the current universe. Using his data to simulate a pharmacist is far more reliable than creating one out of thin air.

　When Russell visited the space station, the Black Tower wanted to "invite" him into the project. Now, the time is just right.

　……

　The space station remained as peaceful as ever. The Black Tower Space Station was a storage room used by the Black Tower to house various experimental projects and curiosities.

　Most of the time, members of this genius club are simply engrossed in research and do not participate in actual management.

　Station Master Estádio built and manages the space station, while Ms. Black Tower only conducts research, and he is responsible for the overall scheduling of the space station.

　Today should have been another peaceful day, but Ms. Black Tower went to Azure Star to conduct experiments.

　Just then, a piercing alarm shattered the silence of the laboratory! Crimson warning lights flashed wildly!

　"Warning! Large-scale spatial anomaly detected! Antimatter Legion units have infiltrated! Repeat, antimatter Legion units have infiltrated!"

　Estelle displayed the qualities expected of a captain, immediately issuing an emergency evacuation order and instructing the security team to seal off all entrances and exits except for the main passageway, in an effort to minimize the damage caused by the antimatter legion.

　Outside the space station's defense perimeter, space was distorted like a broken mirror, and figures radiating an aura of destruction—phantom soldiers of the antimatter legion—were spewed out of thin air!

　Their forms were ferocious, their eyes gleaming with an obsessive desire for destruction. Their hearts were consumed by annihilation, and they swarmed towards the Black Tower space station like locusts.

　In an instant, the antimatter legion invaded the Black Tower space station, throwing the entire space station into chaos.

　……

　The Abundant Shenzhou tore through the sea of ​​stars, allowing the vehicle to reach the coordinates of the Black Tower Space Station at its maximum speed.

　However, what Russell saw was not an orderly research mecca, but a steel island surrounded by a densely packed army of antimatter soldiers!

　Destructive energy beams, like vicious raindrops, relentlessly bombarded the space station's energy shield, creating ripples in the air.

　"Is this also part of the script?"

　Russell stood on the bridge, his azure eyes sweeping over the chaotic battlefield, a hint of doubt passing through his mind.

　Due to the sudden intrusion, all standard berths facing outwards have been immediately sealed off. Russell decisively ordered: "Soul, manually connect the passageway. As for these 'snacks' outside..."

　He looked at the menacing phantom soldiers and said, "Take care of them yourself, stretch your muscles."

　"Yes, sir!"

　The ship's soul's consciousness wave carried a hint of "dinner is served" joy. The massive divine ship slightly adjusted its posture, and emerald-gold vine-like energy tendrils began to extend from the ship's surface, carrying a purifying will to meet the nearest swarm of virtual soldiers.

　According to the ship's soul, these illusory soldiers taste like a slightly spicy snack, a rare treat that is not usually available.

　Following one's own envoy, one is most likely to eat plump and juicy bountiful people. Although that is also delicious, there is always a sense of novelty when it comes to food.

　Russell, along with Jin, entered the space station through a relatively hidden emergency staff passage.

　The deafening alarms and flashing red lights within the passageway reflected the chaotic scene: panicked researchers ran with data tablets in hand, security personnel opened fire from cover, and energy weapons and the screams of the illusory soldiers intertwined into a symphony of despair.

　The claws of destruction are wreaking havoc in the steel corridor.

　Russell frowned slightly. Since becoming the Envoy of Abundance, the "breadth" of his perception had far exceeded that of ordinary people.

　At that moment, countless subtle yet sharp fears and painful pleas surged into his consciousness like an invisible tide—the cries for help from the trapped creatures inside the space station.

　“Ah Jin,”

　Russell didn't turn around, his voice calm yet resolute, "Come to my side."

　Jin immediately stepped forward, almost standing shoulder to shoulder with Russell. His golden eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and the emerald revolver in his hand emitted a soft, expectant hum. He had finally waited for this moment!

　"Save people!"

　Russell succinctly stepped forward, saying, "Eliminate any approaching minions of destruction."

　"Yes sir!"

　Jhin's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement as his finger remained firmly on the trigger.

　The weapon, which he had wiped countless times and rotated countless times, was finally about to unleash a roar of protection!

　Russell walked ahead, his steps steady. A gentle yet powerful emerald-gold energy of abundance quietly spread from him.

　Wherever it went, the gruesome wounds on the injured and fallen staff members healed rapidly, and their lost strength was quickly restored.

　A researcher whose arm had been burned by energy and whose face was pale with pain stared in astonishment at his perfectly intact arm after the emerald light swept over him.

　"It's...it's that Envoy of Abundance!"

　An elderly researcher who had helped receive Russell recognized him, and his despairing face instantly lit up with hope as he shouted hoarsely, "Lord Huaixiu! Lord Huaixiu is here! We're saved!"

　That shout, like a drop of water thrown into a hot oil pan, instantly ignited the hope of the surrounding survivors. Despair.

　As for Jhin, he faithfully fulfilled his duty. With Russell focused on healing, Jhin became the most vigilant sentinel.

　Whenever a phantom soldier roared and lunged at Russell or a nearby survivor, Jhin's figure would move slightly like a ghost, raising his hand to pull the trigger!

　boom! boom! boom!

　There was no deafening explosion, only a few crisp, bird-like gunshots. Highly concentrated bursts of vital energy shot from the muzzles, accurately striking the core of the flank.

　The hit pawn's body stiffened abruptly, the destructive red light rapidly fading from its eyes, replaced by a vibrant emerald gold.

　Their metallic shells were quickly covered by wood grain, and their twisted limbs stretched into tough branches. In just a few breaths, they transformed into small trees that exuded a tranquil life force!

　This was also Russell's deliberate act. Jin had always wanted to protect him, so he should be given a chance to show his abilities and release some pressure.

　Otherwise, holding it in for too long can lead to psychological problems.

　"Don't just stand there! Come closer!"

　Russell's voice pierced through the chaos, carrying a reassuring power. The survivors awoke as if from a dream, struggling to move closer to the figure radiating emerald-gold light.

　As if it were the most reliable barrier, Jhin constantly shifted his position, his revolver steadily firing bullets of life, turning any destructive threat that tried to approach into harmless trees.

　A life-saving mission amidst a frenzy of destruction unfolds systematically in the steel corridor.