The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

　He frowned slightly. "There are many unknown factors, so everyone must be cautious."

　March 7th leaned closer to the car window, looking at the white expanse outside, and rubbed his arms: "Sounds so mysterious... but the more mysterious, the more interesting! Teacher Danheng, you'd better look after us when we get down!"

　Dan Heng glanced at her, said nothing, and silently checked the long spear he carried with him.

　The three quickly donned the protective gear provided by the pioneers and departed from the train, heading towards the snow-covered planet. The moment the small spaceship's hatch opened, a biting wind carrying snowflakes howled in.

　"Ugh! It's so cold!"

　On March 7th, he immediately shivered from the cold and quickly wrapped his coat tighter around himself.

　Xingye subconsciously shrank her neck, curiously looking at the boundless world of ice and snow before her.

　Dan Heng quickly scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes like an eagle, and whispered, "The temperature is extremely low, visibility is poor, watch your step, there may be dark ice or cracks. Keep the formation and don't scatter."

　The three nodded to each other, took a deep breath of the cold air, and stepped onto the Yalilo-VI permafrost.

　Just as the train was about to leave the tracks, Russell remained standing in front of the huge porthole in the observation car, gazing at the frozen planet below.

　He closed his eyes not to rest, but to listen. Countless faint, painful, desperate prayers, like cold needles, pierced the void and entered his senses. They were the cries of living beings in the bitter cold and suffering.

　As an being walking on a path of abundant destiny, he can ignore greedy demands, but he cannot remain indifferent to a plea that originates from the very source of life and is filled with suffering.

　These voices stirred within him, making it difficult for him to sit still.

　He looked out the window; Xing, March 7th, and Danheng had long since disappeared into the vast snowfield.

　Russell sighed softly and made his decision. He turned and walked toward Himeko, who was still observing the planet.

　"Miss Himeko,"

　Russell's voice was steady. "I'm afraid I'll have to go down there too. If Pam asks, please explain for me."

　Himeko was somewhat surprised: "Mr. Russell? What brings you here...?"

　"I cannot stand idly by and watch those creatures cry out in pain."

　Russell’s tone carried an undeniable firmness: “It is my duty to respond to such prayers.”

　Himeko looked at the compassion and determination in his eyes and nodded understandingly: "I understand. I will explain to Pam. Mr. Russell, your kindness is admirable."

　Russell then turned to Jin, who was standing quietly to the side, and patted him on the shoulder: "You stay and have a good chat with everyone. You've been too tense these past few years, you need to relax for a few days. I'm just going down to treat a few patients, it's a small matter, don't worry about it."

　"Miss Himeko, I would like to trouble you to take good care of this child, Jin."

　"nature."

　Jin remained silent, only nodding slightly, his eyes still sharp, clearly not completely at ease.

　Russell said no more and walked straight to the train's airtight hatch. The hatch slid open silently, revealing the cold, desolate space outside.

　He took a step forward, and his body suddenly shone with a warm and sacred emerald green light. Like the trajectory of a falling star, he transformed into a vibrant shooting star, rapidly piercing through the cold atmosphere of Yalilo-VI and disappearing from sight.

　Meanwhile, on the surface of the planet Yalilo-VI, somewhere beneath a thick snowdrift.

　A sleek-looking man named Sambokosky was buried in the snow, a dry blade of grass dangling from his mouth, thinking to himself, "Hmm... judging by the time, the three main characters should be making their appearance soon, the show is about to begin... wait!"

　His keen senses detected a powerful and unique aura rapidly approaching the planet.

　"Um?!"

　Sambo's body, buried in the snow, stiffened, and the withered grass almost fell over. "What's coming closer? This smell... why does it have a rich, sweet smell?"

　"No, no! Hiss... I still have that aura of Aha, the God of Fun, clinging to me?! It can't be what I'm thinking, right? Did Aha come specifically to see my fun?..."

　Sambo began to have doubts; this wasn't in the script!

　Just then, his keen ears caught the approaching footsteps and voices on the snowfield—it was the Pioneer Trio!

　"Tsk, plans never keep up with changes..."

　Sambo quickly adjusted his mindset, buried himself again, leaving only a small gap to observe, "But... little surprises are more interesting, right? As long as the main actors are there, the show can continue! Boss Aha will definitely like this improvisation!"

　He grinned, smiling silently under the snow, preparing to welcome the leading actors in his script.

　Chapter 100: The Star Core Exhaled.

　The moment Russell arrived, the star core, which had been imprisoned by numerous binding devices, sensed an aura that made it tremble—the overwhelming pressure of the Star God's envoy, as vast as the starry sea.

　The core of the star, the culprit that dragged this planet into an icy hell, hummed with fear.

　Fragments of scenes from seven hundred years ago flashed by: the iron hooves of the antimatter legion trampled the verdant land of Arilol, and the desperate city builders made a desperate plea to it.

　The star's core responded "mercifully." It didn't care about the cost; it only enjoyed the process of destruction.

　Thus, the destructive energy transformed into an absolute cold wave that swept across the globe, freezing the invading legions along with all living things.

　"What a perfect masterpiece..."

　The consciousness within the star core surged coldly. It had intended to wipe out all life at once, but it had underestimated humanity's resilience.

　A heat-generating mineral called Earth Essence became the last spark of life for the Beloborg people. They struggled to survive in the icy hell, relying on the power of their survival to build their final fortress—Beloborg.

　The star core wasn't angered; instead, it felt a twisted pleasure. What could be more interesting than instantaneous destruction and slow, agonizing torment? It wanted to watch that faint flame slowly die out in despair.

　It directs the accompanying fissures, like an invisible cancer, quietly eroding the boundaries of Belloberg's reality.

　Rift monsters bred in the shadows, encroaching on humanity's last refuge. The collapse of a fortress always begins from within. Centuries of power shifts have led to the splitting of the Beloborg into two distinct poles.

　At the outdoor café of the Golden Opera House in the upper administrative district, well-dressed gentlemen give orders to the waiters.

　The warm yellow glow of the floor lamps dispelled the chill outside the window, and the air was filled with the aroma of coffee and baked goods.

　People flipped through the Belleberg Gazette, discussing the theatrical rehearsals for the Sun Festival and commenting on the exquisite decor of the Goethe Hotel. The underfloor heating system kept the place perpetually warm, making the cold seem like a distant legend.

　Meanwhile, in the town of Panyan, a thousand meters below, the miners stuffed the last piece of hard, jerky rat meat into a child's mouth, their voices swallowed by the roar of the massive mining machinery.

　There is no warmth from the earth's core here, only the pungent smoke and dust from burning ore and the lingering damp chill.

　The lower layer of the area undertook almost all the mining of the earth marrow, but in return, the upper layer kept lowering the purchase price and wasting money on picky purchases.

　Hunger, mine collapses, gang warfare for control of barren mineral veins... these are the eternal themes of Rocky Town. The aroma of cheap synthetic meat wafting from the Goethe Hotel is a luxury for most.

　Resources are dwindling, and more and more mining areas are being swallowed up by the rifts. Despair, like the ever-present dust of Rocky Town, settles deep in everyone's heart.

　Like a conductor appreciating a symphony, the Star Core listened with satisfaction to this desperate symphony. It patiently waited and finally captured the soul crushed by power and responsibility—the Great Guardian Cocolialand.

　Do you see it? The decaying foundations of the old world are crumbling.

　The seductive whispers of the star core resounded directly in the depths of Cocolia's weary mind.

　Cold, fragmentation, an endless war of attrition… Beloberg is merely rotting in agony. Embrace the Rift, Cocolia. In the 'rebirth' of pure imaginary numbers, there is no cold, no pain, and Bronya will reunite with you in the new world… an eternal new world.

　A fabricated, warm, spring-like memory of Bronya smiling at her was forcibly implanted into Cocolia's consciousness. This illusory comfort instantly shattered her last line of defense.

　"...The Eternal New World..."

　She murmured to herself, the last vestige of clarity in her eyes replaced by fanaticism. The will of the star core had completely permeated her.

　However, at this moment, the appreciation of the star core was interrupted by a sudden pressure originating from a cosmic scale.

　That power, carrying with it an abundance of life that it loathed, crashed towards Arilo-VI like a meteor!

　Those outsiders! They interfered with the arrival of the new world!

　The voice of the Star Core became sharp and distorted in Cocolia's mind, filled with unprecedented panic.

　They are extremely dangerous! They must be eliminated!

　Cocolia sat upright in the cold seat of Cripper Castle, her brow furrowed: "Danger? What kind of outsider could threaten the birth of a new world? You promised that the plan would be flawless..."

　[Execute the order, Cocolia!]

　The star core abruptly interrupted, not daring to reveal the truth about the envoy's arrival, as that would shake the confidence of this crucial piece.

　[I need to temporarily... conceal my whereabouts and make necessary preparations for the final stage of the new world. In the meantime, mobilize all Silvermane Iron Guards! Seal off all entrances!]

　Any suspicious outsider, without question, is to be immediately imprisoned! This is the price that must be paid for the new world! Understand?

　The will of the Star Core carried an undeniable spiritual pressure. Cocolia felt a wave of dizziness, her mind filled only with an obsessive longing for the illusion of the new world.

　She shook off her last shred of doubt, her eyes regaining their coldness: "Understood. For the new world."

　She pressed the communicator, and her voice, transmitted through the cold metal, reverberated throughout the Iron Guard's central command: "Silvermane Iron Guard, highest alert! Immediately, seal off all external access routes to the city! And dispatch patrol teams to search outwards."

　"Any unregistered outsider discovered is considered a heretic threatening the safety of Belloberg... Arrest them on the spot and imprison them in the iron cage! This order is of paramount importance!"

　The order was given, and the Everlasting Winter Monument outside Cripper Fort stood silently in the wind and snow. Garrison Commander Jepardrandau gripped his massive shield tightly, a hint of confusion flashing across his resolute face.

　Such a harsh order is only aimed at "suspicious outsiders"? And will there really be outsiders coming to this planet?

　He looked beyond the snow-covered city walls, where something terrifying seemed to exist, making the Great Guardian feel as if facing a formidable enemy.

　He took a deep breath of the cold air, turned to his adjutant, and shouted, "Execute the order! Seal the city gates! Double the patrols! Not a single unfamiliar bird is allowed to fly into Beloborg! I will personally lead the patrols out on patrols."

　The Iron Guards responded with a thunderous roar, the clanging of armor echoing in the cold wind. The loyal soldiers would once again form a human wall for an order whose meaning was unclear.

　Meanwhile, in the Rock Town meeting place in the lower district, where dust and despair permeated the air, Oleg received a tip.

　"The higher-ups... have sealed it off again? Are they arresting outsiders?"

　His rough fingers tapped on the greasy wooden table, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

　"Notify Dr. Natasha... Also, tell the brothers to keep their eyes peeled and be fully prepared."

　In the corner, several homeless people exchanged glances, sensing something unusual amidst the oppressive atmosphere.

　The abundant power brought by Russell's arrival was like a boulder thrown into stagnant water, creating a jarring dissonance in its meticulously woven symphony of destruction.

　It did not know why the messenger had come, but it could not afford to ruin its seven hundred years of patient planning at this moment.

　He was also afraid that the messenger would discover he had crushed him...

　Chapter 101 Spreading Compassion.

　Russell's figure, like a verdant shooting star, crashed into the permafrost of Arillow-VI.

　A bone-chilling cold instantly enveloped him, and even he couldn't help but frown slightly.

　"It's a miracle that you can survive in this kind of hell."

　He muttered to himself, but his voice was instantly carried away by the howling wind.

　He took a deep breath, the cold air filling his lungs, and then frowned in disgust: "That smell again... the stench of destruction, it just won't go away."

　"This guy on the path of fate has caused countless tragic and painful incidents, it's disgusting."

　He closed his eyes, and his vast senses, like invisible tentacles, precisely locked onto the source of that cold, chaotic, and destructive energy—the star core.

　However, just as his will was about to touch that core, that aura, like a startled venomous snake, hid away as if fleeing from him.

　"Oh?"

　Russell opened his eyes, a hint of surprise and amusement flashing in his jade-like pupils. "You've learned to hide? This star core... is quite interesting."

　He had seen many star cores, but those that displayed such cunning intelligence were rare.

　Perhaps it has lingered on this planet for too long, absorbing enough despair to nourish itself?

　Or perhaps, our own Abundant Divine Spaceship was so efficient in digesting other star cores that it didn't give them a chance to show their individuality?

　He temporarily put the star core out of his mind. What was clearer and more urgent was the countless faint but continuous wails, like billions of cold needles piercing his senses.

　It was a painful plea from the very core of life, filled with despair for sickness, cold, and hunger. This voice was more compelling to him than the hiding place of the star's core.

　"Let them have the opportunity to gain experience..."

　Russell's gaze seemed to pierce through space, seeing Xing, March 7th, and Danheng trekking across the snowfield.

　Forced intervention and pushing things too hard are not what he wants.

　The path of the nameless travelers is already fraught with thorns. If they cannot even cope with a hidden star core, then the vast universe ahead is indeed too heavy a burden for them.

　His purpose in this journey was solely to respond to that devout call and to spread abundant blessings.

　That's it.

　With his mind made up, Russell's figure once again transformed into a warm and sacred stream of emerald light, piercing the depths of the earth like a sharp sword, penetrating the hard rock layers, and reaching the place where the prayers were most intense and the despair was deepest—the slums on the edge of Rocky Town in the lower district.

　When Russell revealed himself, the sight that came into view was so unbearable that Russell could hardly bear to look.

　The narrow, filthy alleyways were like a maze, and the low shacks were built against the cold rock walls, as if they would be crushed at any moment by the heavy rocks above.

　The air was filled with a complex and pungent smell: the acrid smell of burning inferior marrow ore, the metallic stench of leaking engine oil, the lingering musty smell, and... the faint stench of decay brought by illness and death.

　Thick, seemingly solidified dust was everywhere, and every breath felt rough and gritty.

　This slum, made up of makeshift tents, is crammed with many people.