The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

The electronic eye of the pivot blinked: "Analysis, maintenance, and repair are within my purview. The data has been pre-loaded into the core processor." His voice was flat and calm, yet carried a sense of reliability.

"Sister Lia, you are very knowledgeable. Will the immortal beings of Luofu... welcome us?" Another slightly nervous young human doctor in the group asked timidly.

Leah gave a reassuring smile: "Child, the feeling of pain is universal in life. We come with goodwill and ability to help sincerely, not to judge."

"Remember our mark, and remember every smile we helped. The residents of Xianzhou are, first and foremost, individuals in need of help."

The group engaged in a lively discussion about their upcoming arrival in Luofu, the potential cases they might encounter, and their respective areas of expertise. The cabin was filled with the unique anticipation of doctors facing unknown challenges and the pragmatic nature of their professional exchanges.

Laughter and debate intertwine, a true reflection of compassionate physicians: The world suffers, and the gods show no mercy. We, however, wish to show mercy and alleviate suffering.

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Meanwhile, in another corner of the universe, on an uncivilized planet, a scene was unfolding that would leave any interstellar observer speechless.

The planet's native inhabitants are living in harmony with a group of strangely shaped creatures. These creatures are none other than the insectoid race that once wreaked havoc on locust plagues.

But this is by no means the common breeding swarms of insects in the universe that bring destruction and fear.

Their bodies are covered in a warm, golden shell, rather than the scarlet that symbolizes danger;

The originally menacing sickle-shaped forelimbs have degenerated into appendages suitable for delicate manipulation;

Its aggressive mouthparts became rounded and blunt, making it easier to... secrete a viscous substance that emitted a soft glow.

On the hardest shell on their backs, the symbol that represents redemption in the universe—the mark of decay—is deeply imprinted.

They are members of the compassionate physicians and are known as the "abundant insect physicians".

Their origins are legendary: an insectoid individual that developed a faint sense of "self" in endless devouring and reproduction was summoned by the power of decay when it was on the verge of death.

This call was not coercive, but rather ignited a new understanding of the meaning of "existence" in its heart—the meaning of life should not be limited to plunder and expansion.

It released unique pheromones, like sowing seeds of fire, which miraculously infected the consciousness of its own kind. More and more Zerg responded to this call from abundance, a call for "healing" rather than "destruction."

They completely broke away from the swarms of the past. They abandoned the domineering will and developed their own language, wisdom, and morality.

They abandoned endless predatory breeding, became more reserved and docile, and their aggressive organs greatly degenerated.

That golden color, representing abundance, is a symbol of their rebirth. They are no longer a plague of locusts in the universe, but walking healers.

"Sizzle... sizzle..." A bountiful insect carefully used its vestigial forelimbs to stabilize a soldier whose leg had been injured by a huge rock.

Its mouthparts opened and closed slightly, emitting a soothing low-frequency hum. Several insect doctors gathered around, tilting their heads slightly forward, and secreted a translucent, viscous paste from their special salivary glands, which they sprayed evenly onto the gruesome wound.

"Buzz..." The ointment emitted a slight resonance the moment it touched the wound. The bleeding stopped quickly, and the torn flesh began to heal and regenerate at a visible speed.

The injured native made a soothing sound, and his face no longer showed pain.

This is the unique treatment method of the Abundant Insect Doctor. Their salivary glands, imbued with the power of abundance, secrete substances containing powerful life activity.

The principle? Even the most advanced interstellar biologists cannot fully explain it, and can only attribute it to the miraculous manifestation of abundant and great power.

The wounded creatures' companions offered them the food they had gathered, and the insect doctors carefully accepted this precious food, which was enough to sustain their lives.

Their miracles and benevolence were quickly revered as divine acts by the people of this planet.

However, these insect doctors didn't care; they just wanted to devour more suffering, nothing more.

Who would have thought that these insectoids, once considered synonymous with locust plagues by all civilizations, would now be revered as gods by uncivilized natives?

The native inhabitants of many planets are indeed hostile due to ancient fears. But when the insect doctors disregard the attacks, they persist in healing them with their secreted ointments.

When faced with planetary civilizations that possessed a certain level of technology and were aware of past locust plagues, all their prejudices and fears, bearing the marks of antiquity on their backs, melted away like snow.

The imprint of decay is the most powerful endorsement of goodwill in the universe.

In the records of interstellar societies, they are collectively known as compassionate healers. If a more specific distinction is needed, they are given the name "abundant insect healers."

Of course, there are many beings in the universe who covet this magical healing power.

Several small and medium-sized forces, unaware of their own limitations, attempted to capture the Abundant Insect Doctor for research. However, they severely underestimated the determination of these gentle insects and completely ignored the significance of the Oblivion Mark.

When threatened, the eyes of the bountiful insect healers instantly turn from gentle to icy. They cease secreting healing ointments and instead unleash a deadly, dark green venomous mist from another set of glands!

This poisonous fog is harmless to them, but it can instantly corrode metal, disintegrate shields, paralyze, and even dissolve most life forms.

If the threat cannot be eliminated, the insect doctor, driven to desperation, will choose to rapidly compress and detonate all the toxins in its body! Sacrificing itself to create a devastating field of poison, it will perish together with its enemy.

More importantly, the Mark of Oblivion resonates. When a local insect healer is attacked, the Mark sends out an invisible distress signal.

The compassionate physicians from nearby star systems, regardless of race, will spare no effort and rush to provide support as quickly as possible! Those forces that attempt to seize control of the bountiful insect medicine will all meet the same end—their leaders and core members will become "specimens" preserved in a special solution for the compassionate physicians to study pathology and the biodiversity of the universe.

If they hadn't voluntarily abandoned their insectoid instinct for endless reproduction, their terrifying poisonous fog, their suicidal resolve, and the coordinated deterrent effect of the entire Compassionate Physician Network would have made them a force more terrifying to the universe than locust plagues.

Ironically, it was precisely this imprint of decay that endowed them with extraordinary moral values ​​and self-discipline, leading them to choose restraint and become healers rather than destroyers.

"Buzz... (Gather)..." A slightly larger insect doctor with particularly deep markings of decay on its carapace issued the command.

Several strangely shaped biomass ships hover in orbit around the planet. They were not plundered, but rather built by the Abundant Insect Doctors with the technical support of their compassionate physician partners from other civilizations, combining their own biological characteristics with these structures.

The hull is made of a special, reinforced carapace material secreted by them, and the engine core is powered by the gentle bio-energy within their bodies. The streamlined design has a fluidity unique to the Zerg.

At this moment, these ships belonging to the Abundant Insect Doctor were slowly adjusting their course, their engine nozzles emitting a soft green light. They, too, had received the call from the distant Luofu Immortal Ship, the Immortal Mark of Antiquity.

“Buzz… (Target… Luofu… Inspiration… Healing)…” The command was transmitted between the insect healers through pheromones and faint light.

The ships started up, like several golden shooting stars, resolutely merging into the sea of ​​stars, heading towards the same coordinates as Bai Li and the others—the Immortal Ship Alliance, Luofu—.

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The second one today, there's one more to go.

Golden Branches Through the Ages: Chapter 136 The Overcrowded Shipping Channel

The seeds Russell sowed took root and sprouted on the desolate planet, and the power of abundance flowed quietly.

These newly sprouted trees shed their withered bark and transformed into human form. Based on their vague perception of the Creator Russell, they shaped themselves into forms similar to humans, but with distinctive pointed ears and blue-green pupils.

They are children of the forest, born with the ability to communicate with all things in nature, to listen to the whispers of plants, and to understand the joys and sorrows of birds and beasts.

Their civilization values ​​walking barefoot, feeling the pulse of the earth, and listening to the needs of the soil.

Every piece of fabric they wear is a gift from the forest or from living creatures.

When confronted with those who excessively destroy nature, they display a sharpness that is the complete opposite of their gentle nature—a hunting-like hostility, vowing to eliminate anything that brings suffering to nature.

They revered Russell as the supreme deity. During their coming-of-age ceremony, the newborn tree spirits held a solemn ritual, praying fervently to the Compassionate Medicine King and begging to receive the emblem of the Compassionate Physician.

Then, they will follow in the footsteps of their elders and embark on a journey to eliminate the suffering of all spirits in the world.

Upon receiving Russell's call, they did not hesitate to set sail for the Luofu Immortal Ship, navigating their naturally formed wooden vessels. They never wavered in the slightest in obeying the commands of the Supreme God.

However, the lineage of the compassionate healer is far more peculiar than that of the tree spirits.

In a corner of the universe, an invisible gas flows slowly, with a compassionate mark glowing faintly deep within its core—if not for this mark, who would recognize that this intelligent gas is also a compassionate healer?

The viscous, slimy creatures wriggled in the corners of the starship, their rich, abundant power serving as proof of their identity; otherwise, they could easily be mistaken for discarded industrial waste.

Even worse, there were those "garbage can spirits" bearing the emblem of compassion, clumsily rolling around in the cabin to carry out their mission.

The compassionate physicians' inclusivity extended to other factions. Some seafaring rangers, having heard from familiar compassionate companions that "Luofu may need justice to be served," clutched the Oblivion Mark, a symbol of their beliefs, and boarded ships alongside the compassionate physicians, sailing toward Luofu.

For these sea patrolmen, they were both sea patrolmen and compassionate physicians.

Many races that joined the banner of compassion, as long as they did not have any pressing suffering to deal with, did their best to send people to respond to Russell's call.

For them, the call of Remembrance (Russell) was like an oracle, a sublime guide to eliminate suffering, which could not be refused, nor should it be refused.

As a result, an unprecedented traffic jam broke out on the main shipping lanes planned by the Interstellar Peace Corporation. Ships of vastly different styles piled up one after another, completely blocking the star trails.

This unprecedented traffic jam even attracted a group of reporters to come and document the event. A blockage in the company's shipping lanes is a once-in-a-century occurrence. Shouldn't this be recorded in detail?

Even experienced company dredging workers were helpless. What was even more suffocating was that countless ships of all shapes and sizes continued to pour in from all directions, joining the chaos one after another.

"My core processor is about to burn out! This number... the last time I saw it was during a Star Wars warning!" a company android dispatcher wailed in the channel.

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"Hey, you slime over there, watch out or you'll swallow my navigation array!" the pilot of a starship that looked like a giant beetle shouted into the communicator.

"Sorry, sorry," the slime creature's voice echoed with a sticky hum, "I just wanted to get a closer look at your starship's wound healing system, I was just curious..."

"What, you think you can understand the technology of our Compassionate Physicians?" the driver retorted.

"I am the Compassionate Physician, of course I can understand it." The slime creature held up a symbol of decay with its mimicry hand.

"So you're a colleague. Are you also responding to Mr. Huaixiu's call?"

"Of course. How could I possibly not respond to Mr. Huaixiu's call?"

After confirming that they were colleagues, the two began to chat enthusiastically.

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At the security checkpoint, the registration area was already in complete chaos. The races registering were a motley crew: humans, orcs, mechanical lifeforms, insectoids, gaseous creatures... and even a few walking, glowing mushrooms.

If not for all ships displaying the Mercy emblem, the company's security forces would almost have sounded a full-scale intrusion alarm.

Left with no other option, the compassionate doctors on board the ship had to send a visit request to Luofu first, and then wait in place for things to be sorted out.

During the long wait, the congestion unexpectedly turned into a large-scale medical exchange meeting.

“We tree spirits are adept at treating ecological wounds on planets,” a pointy-eared healer said in a clear voice, standing on a platform woven from vines. “Only by listening to the voice of the earth can we eradicate the lesions.”

“Hmm, we ‘Steelbow Clan’ are more experienced in physical wound repair,” a Zerg doctor covered in metal armor hummed, gesturing nimbly with his chitinous forelimbs. “High-speed particle beam welding, painless and scarless.”

"The key is to alleviate their emotional suffering," the aura of wisdom glowed faintly, its thoughts resonating in everyone's minds. "We can smooth the wrinkles in their souls, allowing them to achieve peace and making them more receptive to our treatment..."

"And we also clean up hazardous waste!" A trash can spirit with the Cihui logo squeezed in, its lid opening and closing. "To ensure environmental health! Are there enough trash cans in Luofu? We can help clean up the trash."

"Silence! Silence!" A compassionate physician who also served as a sea patrolman waved an armband bearing the emblem of the deceased. "Don't forget the important matter! The most urgent task is to plan the operation in Luofu, to avoid our... uh, overly enthusiastic lineup causing panic!"

Looking around at the starships that stretched as far as the eye could see, and the company employees who were so busy they wanted to shoot themselves, everyone nodded in agreement.

So they joined the evacuation efforts. Since the company employees were less efficient than them, the company employees were asked to rest aside, and the passage was efficiently handled by the compassionate physician.

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Luofu Immortal Boat - Sichen Palace

Just as Yu Kong finished processing a batch of routine starship scheduling requests, Jing Yuan's phantom materialized before her.

"Flying," General Shence's voice was as steady as ever, but with a hint of barely perceptible gravity, "a large number of unidentified ships may apply to enter Luofu in the near future."

"Remember, all of them must be moored outside the Jade Gate and subjected to strict inspection by the Cloud Cavalry. Only those carrying the rotten seal of the Reporter may be allowed in. All others are strictly prohibited from entering."

Yu Kong smiled confidently and nodded: "General, rest assured. A few visiting ships are easily handled by the Tianbo Division. Even if there are thousands of ships, I can handle them with ease."

"Thank you for your trouble." Jing Yuan's illusory figure nodded slightly. "I have other matters to attend to, so I will take my leave now." The light and shadow then dissipated.

Yu Kong turned around and continued reviewing the documents. But less than two hours later, something unexpected happened.

Next to Yu Kong, a fox-spirited writer suddenly slammed his fist on the table and screamed, "What's going on?! Is the system malfunctioning? The number of applications... This system is crazy!!"

Yu Kong's heart skipped a beat. He quickly stepped forward and saw that on the control panel screen, the application entries were being refreshed and piled up like a tidal wave, instantly breaking through the 100,000 mark, and the number was still soaring at an astonishing rate.

"Calm down! This shouldn't be a machine malfunction. This machine can handle hundreds of millions of applications without a problem, how could it be overwhelmed by a few hundred thousand applications?" Yu Kong reassured him.

"Verify the reasons for the application!" Yu Kong said sternly, his fingers quickly slicing across the light screen.

The fox-spirited clerk's voice trembled: "I've investigated, sir! Almost... almost all the reasons are exactly the same! Translated, it says: 'Summoned by Lord Huaixiu, I have come to Luofu to dispel my suffering!'"

As Yu Kong stared at the still skyrocketing numbers, along with a large number of unrecognizable, obscure language codes from the edge of the universe, he felt a chill run up his spine.

Hundreds of thousands... no, and the number is still increasing! This is no longer just a "few visiting ships"; this is a fleet poised to ignite a new space war.

“Huai Xiu…” Yu Kong took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, his voice filled with unprecedented solemnity.

"Immediately! Go and invite Mr. Huaixiu! This situation is beyond the capabilities of the Tianbo Bureau or Luofu Ship... Only by summoning the person behind this 'Starry Sea Wonder' can this predicament be resolved!"

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Golden Branches Through the Ages: Chapter 137 The Turmoil Caused by the Physicians

Russell chose to stay on the Luo Fu Immortal Ship. After all, it was he who had called upon the compassionate physicians to come and provide support, and as the initiator, he felt it was his responsibility to receive them.

As for the task of capturing Kafka, it naturally fell to the shoulders of his fellow travelers.

Moreover, he had previously collaborated with the Star Core Hunters, so he wasn't particularly enthusiastic about capturing Kafka.

Upon first boarding the celestial ship, Russell was filled with curiosity about everything.