The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

　Outside the space station, the vines of the Abundant Divine Ship were greedily devouring any illusory soldiers that dared to approach, and the satisfied mental waves of the ship's soul echoed in Russell's mind.

　Meanwhile, after the initial chaos, the Black Tower space station had gradually stabilized, and people began to launch an organized counterattack.

　These antimatter legions that launched the surprise attack no longer have the advantage. It's only a matter of time before the Black Tower space station returns to normalcy.

　Russell inquired with the staff at the Black Tower space station about the Star Train and learned that the Star Train was parked at the Black Tower space station for resupply.

　He was a little curious about what his journey would be like after he boarded the train.

　Never mind, I'll think about this later.

　The most important thing now is...

　Save people.

　……

　Chapter Seventy-Eight begins.

　The red light of the alarm tore through the steel corridors of the space station, and a piercing shriek drowned out everything.

　In a secluded corner, Kafka closed her eyes, her fingertips moving gracefully through the air, as if playing a violin solo in a silent universe. Her urban suit made her seem out of place amidst the chaos.

　"Sizzle—roar!"

　A discordant noise abruptly interrupted her melody. Several pawns, the claws of destruction, followed the scent of life and shattered the brief tranquility, their scarlet electronic eyes locking onto her.

　Kafka slowly opened her eyes, and the movement of her fingertips stopped.

　"It seems I've come at a really bad time."

　She sighed softly, her elegant posture unchanged, but her eyes had sharpened.

　"No, I think you've come at just the right time."

　Silver Wolf's voice suddenly came from above.

　The girl had somehow crouched at the ventilation duct entrance, her fingers rapidly swiping across a floating virtual screen where a waterfall of code flowed.

　“You’re very punctual, Kafka, just like him.”

　"The future that Elio sees will not be wrong."

　Kafka's gaze swept over the approaching pawns, her tone calm, "The explosion just now? Was that in the script too?"

　"of course."

　Silver Wolf didn't even look up; the cold light from the virtual screen reflected on her focused face. "The Antimatter Legion's two systems have been completely invaded. The explosive pulse has paralyzed the main control system. Data streams show that a large area of ​​the core region is offline."

　Kafka smiled slightly: "If it wasn't the Legion, I might suspect it was you."

　“Please, Kafka,”

　Silver Wolf finally glanced at her, a hint of displeasure at being wrongly accused in his eyes. "I'm not that bored. Destruction? I'd rather play games."

　"So, do we need to fight these uninvited guests?"

　Kafka watched the approaching phantoms, which let out threatening growls.

　Silver Wolf typed the last command on the virtual keyboard, and the screen disappeared.

　"I don't know. Since Elio didn't mention it, it's not important. The route has been planned, and the backup channel for the main control system is unlocked... It will take effect in three seconds."

　"understood."

　Kafka took a step forward, an invisible aura spreading out, "I will take over the operation."

　"Roger that!"

　Silver Wolf's voice carried a hint of excitement as he lightly leaped down from the ventilation duct, landing silently. "Can I have some fun this time? The previous missions were all too boring."

　"Sorry, today's task is very boring; it's just a matter of putting the target in."

　She paused, then continued, "But if you want to have some fun, I won't stop you. After all..."

　"Anything that Elio didn't write in the script is irrelevant."

　Before she finished speaking, Kafka's figure had already slipped into the ranks of the illusory soldiers like a ghost. There was no earth-shattering sound, only the subtle rustling of fabric and the muffled tearing sound of metal being forcibly twisted.

　Her movements still carried a strange rhythm, as if she were dancing a deadly waltz. The bullets struck the unsuspecting pawns squarely on the head.

　Silver Wolf quickly followed, his small figure nimbly weaving through the gaps created by Kafka, his fingers tapping on his personal device, interfering with the surveillance signals in the nearby area.

　"Stay close, Silver Wolf."

　Kafka's voice came during the brief pause between the fallen pawns, "The next scene of the script can't be late."

　……

　Russell stood in the chaotic corridor, the blaring alarms seeming like mere background noise to him. He shook his head slightly: "If the Black Tower were conducting experiments here, would the Antimatter Legion dare to be so brazen?"

　The chaos before him seemed to confirm his suspicions.

　The situation quickly stabilized after he and Jin arrived. The surviving staff gathered in a relatively safe area, their faces still showing shock, but also relief at surviving the ordeal, their eyes following the figure radiating a gentle emerald-gold aura with awe.

　Russell was patiently questioning an elderly researcher.

　"Star Train...Ms. Himeko is indeed very reliable; every docking goes smoothly."

　The elderly researcher adjusted his glasses, trying to recall, "There weren't many passengers on the train. I heard Ms. Himeko mention it, so it seems there are only four now? As for their specific personalities, we haven't had much contact with them. We only know that Miss March 7th is very lively, Mr. Danheng is rather calm, and the other one, Mr. Walter... is quite quiet..."

　"Only four?"

　Russell seemed slightly surprised, "Less than I expected."

　He raised his hand, and a gentle, abundant power brushed across a charred burn mark on the researcher's arm, the wound healing visibly.

　Jin, standing to the side, was like a taut cheetah, his golden eyes sharply scanning his surroundings, the muzzle of the emerald green revolver in his hand always steadily pointing in the direction of any potential threat.

　Each time the trigger was pulled, it was accompanied by a crisp, bird-like gunshot. For him, this was absolute enjoyment.

　boom!boom!

　Two phantom soldiers that had just appeared in the distance froze instantly. The destructive red light faded from their eyes, and a vibrant, golden life force rapidly spread. Their menacing metal shells were covered with wood-like textures, and their twisted limbs stretched out into resilient branches.

　In the blink of an eye, two strange little trees, exuding a tranquil life force and glowing softly, appeared on the spot.

　"Oh my god...it happened again!"

　A young biological researcher gasped, forgetting his fear, and ran to the sapling, carefully touching its warm, smooth wood. "This energy transformation... it's incredible! One second it was a weapon of destruction, the next it's a tree of life! Lord Huaixiu's power..."

　His companions joined in, exclaiming in amazement, "Is this the power of compassion and abundance? It's completely different from those 'evil creatures' that only know how to plunder!"

　"Humph,"

　Another researcher who had embarked on the path of abundance snorted coldly, his voice filled with obvious disgust, "Don't even mention those monstrous creatures of abundance! They use the guise of pharmacists to plunder and destroy."

　"Fortunately, we have a legitimate envoy like Lord Huaixiu, otherwise the fate of Fengrao would have been completely tarnished! The split ten years ago... Hmph, those wicked envoys were said to have been dealt with by the Immortal Ship Alliance long ago!"

　These words clearly reached Russell's ears, but his expression remained unchanged as he continued to guide the survivors to evacuate inward.

　Jhin was immersed in an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. Every time he pulled the trigger, every time he transformed the claws of destruction into symbols of protection, it released the protective dream that had been building up within him for more than a decade.

　He followed closely behind Russell, forming an invisible barrier with his body and the muzzle of his gun—he had finally proven his worth to the gentleman.

　Besides healing physical wounds, Russell also distributed some candies with a slightly sweet aroma. A young clerk, trembling from witnessing his colleague's injury, hesitated before putting one in his mouth at Russell's prompting.

　The strange warmth instantly dispelled the chill and fear in my heart, and my tense nerves relaxed.

　"Thank you... Lord Huaixiu! I feel... much better!"

　"Stay calm and stay with the group."

　Russell's voice carried a calming quality. He looked up at the flashing emergency indicator lights deep in the corridor. "How far is the control room?"

　"Pass through the circular hall in Zone C ahead, and turn right to reach the main control passage!"

　The senior researcher immediately pointed in the direction, "But that's a heavily affected area, it might..."

　"It doesn't matter."

　Russell strode forward, the golden aura spreading with his movement like the vanguard of a wave of life. "Ah Jin, clear the way."

　"Yes sir!"

　Ember's fighting spirit intensified. He took a half-step ahead, his gun steadily pointing at the entrance to the circular hall, where the sounds of intense energy weapon fire and the roars of the Void Soldiers could be heard.

　……

　Chapter Seventy-Nine: Mother.

　The red light of the alarm seeped into the room through the crack in the door, illuminating the floating dust. Kafka looked around; most of the monitors were off, leaving only a few flashing fault indicators.

　"The evacuation was so thorough,"

　She tapped the control panel lightly with her fingertips. "Is the Black Tower personally in charge?"

　Silver Wolf sat cross-legged in the control chair, the virtual keyboard rapidly expanding and contracting in front of her.

　"Access records show that the woman hasn't been online for more than half a year."

　Without looking up, her fingers danced in the stream of light. "The refuge work is being handled by a young girl named Estella, and she's quite efficient."

　“Aista…”

　Kafka seemed thoughtful. "A name I've never heard of. Elio said we wouldn't encounter the Black Tower, so it seems she really isn't here."

　Her gaze swept across the room. "So, what about the Star Core?"

　Silver Wolf shrugged, the virtual screen collapsing in front of her: "The script didn't mention a specific location. In the future Elio saw... we didn't find it through physical movement."

　"Using unusual objects to hide other unusual objects, that's definitely that woman's style."

　Kafka walked to a wall covered with unidentified interfaces. "After searching through the database for so long, have you found a clue?"

　"The key pieces are all here,"

　Silver Wolf's lips curled into a sly smile as he jumped off the chair. "Now, we need a little technical support."

　She pointed to an inconspicuous cylindrical terminal in the center of the room. "Take a look at that, Kafka. The key might be in there."

　"it is good,"

　Kafka strolled over gracefully, her fingertips tracing the cold surface of the terminal. "Watching your performance."

　……

　Outside the heavy alloy door of the main control room, Acting Station Chief Estella almost jogged to meet Russell.

　The girl's face was a mixture of exhaustion, gratitude, and deep remorse. The emerald-gold figure in the surveillance footage, weaving through the torrent of destruction, made her feel both relieved and guilty.

　"Mr. Huaixiu! Thank you so much!"

　Estelle bowed deeply, her voice trembling with a barely perceptible sob, "I, as the acting station manager, am truly... extremely sorry that this has happened and put you in danger!"

　Russell reached out a hand to help her up, the gentle emerald-gold glow seeming to soothe her anxiety: "No need for that, Miss Estelle. Helping the suffering is my path, and my choice."

　He looked at the girl before him, who had clearly grown a lot, and nodded approvingly. "Compared to a few years ago, your response has improved a lot. The speed of the emergency evacuation and the deployment of defense forces were very well organized. You did a great job."

　Estella's cheeks flushed slightly, the joy of being affirmed by her senior somewhat easing her nervousness, but she immediately shook her head: "I'm still far from it, Senior Huaixiu! I still have a lot to learn..."

　Remembering her business, she looked anxiously at the passage behind Russell—the survivors of Sector C were orderly merging into the safe zone.

　"All the staff members in Zone C have been brought here safely,"

　Russell followed her gaze and then turned to Estelle. "Is there anything else the space station needs help with? Don't hesitate to ask me for help."

　Estelle knew perfectly well that this was no mere formality. This ten-time recipient of the "World Morality Star" award was renowned throughout the space station for her compassionate nature.

　Without hesitation, she said, "My friend Alan! When the Antimatter Legion invaded, he immediately led his men to support the evacuation point in Sector B, and then... he lost contact. Communication was cut off, and his location signal last disappeared near the deep maintenance tunnel in Sector D..."

　Her eyes were full of worry. "Could you please help me find him? The security department will do its best to handle the clearing and defense of other areas!"

　Russell nodded, then turned his gaze to Jhin, who stood guard beside him like a statue: "Jhin."

　"Yes, sir!"

　Jin immediately straightened his back, his fighting spirit rekindled in his golden eyes. He had been waiting impatiently for a long time, his fingers unconsciously stroking the warm wooden grip of the revolver.

　"There's work to do now,"

　Russell smiled. "Today, there's plenty."

　Jin couldn't help but smile: "Understood!"

　……

　The cylindrical terminal projects a complex holographic structure, and Silver Wolf's fingers quickly select and drag within it like a butterfly flitting among flowers.