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If these things also came from the same machine, then all her previous achievements are simply a joke.

While she was still basking in the glory of having forged high-quality steel, others had already thoroughly humiliated her intelligence and vision.

If we had to pinpoint what truly terrified and powerless Jessie, it was the overwhelming technological superiority Andy brought, a superiority that transcended countless eras.

Her cunning, methods, and family influence, which she was so proud of, seemed to have no value whatsoever in the face of such absolute power.

"call……"

Jessia exhaled a breath of alcohol, her gaze falling on the coffee table.

There was a magnetic card there.

[Premium Departure Permit]

This is what she got from that idiot administrator by using her body.

Three days later, the Helios Group's in-system mining ship, the "Grey Hope," will return from the outer asteroid belt and dock at the geosynchronous space station for resupply. This is the closest ship to it.

If you're going to leave, this is your last chance.

but……

Are you really leaving?

Sit in that iron coffin that is destined to drift for hundreds of years?

Give up everything here, give up her unfulfilled ambitions, give up her honor as a member of the Hell family?

To become an exile, slowly rotting in that dark and cold universe?

Jessia didn't know.

Fear of the unknown, resentment at losing power, and an instinctive resistance to death were battling fiercely in her mind.

Just then.

"Om - hum -"

The communicator, which had been tossed into the corner of the sofa, suddenly vibrated, displaying a name: Perrin.

That administrator.

Jessia looked at that name, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes.

She could roughly guess what this guy wanted to say.

It's nothing more than some party going on somewhere, or some new toy arriving, and I'm asking her if she wants to go and have some fun.

These people are hopeless.

Jessia didn't answer; instead, she reached out and swept the communicator to the ground.

Then, she picked up the magnetic card and clutched it tightly in her hand.

She needs to make a decision, a decision that might make her regret it for the rest of her life, but might also allow her to live.

Chapter 71 Selling This Planet (Seeking First Subscription!)

Jessia sat in the dark living room, fiddling with the still-warm magnetic card.

She could spend the rest of her life in that place called "Grey Hope," gazing at the unchanging starry sky outside the window until she died of old age.

However, she was not willing to give up.

At least, she doesn't intend to run away like a stray dog.

If you want to leave, you must be personally taken away by the great sage of the Mechanicus, Kaul.

But there's a premise to this.

What Kaul wants is STC, ancient technology, but Jessia doesn't have it.

The black box is in the hands of a mysterious person, and the starship is in the hands of a machine spirit.

But that doesn't matter, because Jessia knows very well that Helios, with his current strength, simply cannot take those things back.

Since we can't get it back, let's sell it to someone who's more capable of getting it.

Since Kaul is nearby, and since he wants these things, why not just send him the coordinates?

Just tell him directly, "Come on, it's in Forge No. 7, in the Bottom Nest, in District 9. Here you'll find the black box you've been dreaming of, and the relics of the wandering merchant you've been looking for."

Once the mechanical ark arrives, all those mysterious beings from the bottom nest and those crazed machine spirits will be nothing but trash in front of the Martian fleet.

This is Jessia's plan.

Betray Helios, betray Forge VII, betray everything on this planet.

They offered this planet as a gift to Belisarius Caul in exchange for a ticket to the true Martian core.

This decision is insane, even inhumane.

But in this world where everyone is worse off, loyalty doesn't exist; all that exists is the exchange of interests.

For the upper nobility, territory, companions, subjects, and even family were essentially just assets.

When assets turn into liabilities, and may even lead to the bankruptcy of the holder, selling off non-performing assets is the only and most rational business logic.

As long as she can survive, even if the planet is burned to a glass sphere, Jessia won't blink an eye.

However, there is a technical challenge now.

communication.

The communication channel announced by Kaul is a public channel.

Every day, tens of thousands of speculators like Jessia send spam messages into the site, trying to attract the attention of the Great Sage.

If Jessia were to send it directly, her message would be drowned out by countless distress signals and false information.

She needs a private channel to bypass the screening mechanism and let the information appear directly in front of Kaur.

This kind of thing is only possessed by the higher-ups of the Cult of Mechanics.

The local foundry director, Sigma-7, certainly has it, but he can't give it to Jessie because he wants to take all the credit for himself.

Therefore, Jessia had no choice but to find another person, the greedy, shrewd, and unscrupulous senior priest of the Mechanicus, Zor.

……

……

Zhongchao, the Heart of Gear Industrial Park.

Jessia walked into the towering gear tower alone, without any bodyguards.

She was wearing the uniform that symbolized her status as a Helios executive and was carrying a black briefcase.

Father Zor remained seated on his life-sustaining throne, with mechanical tentacles behind him performing maintenance on several servo skulls.

When Zor saw Jessia enter, his electronic eyes flashed.

“What a rare guest, Miss Jessia.”

Zor's voice carried a hint of teasing.

"I heard things' been chaotic up there lately. What brings you here?"

That old fox, Zor, is very well-informed.

Without saying a word, Jessia threw her briefcase onto the table in front of Zor.

"Zor, I want something."

Jessia got straight to the point.

"I need a high-level identification code that can directly contact the Mechanical Ark Fleet, one that is Mars-certified and can bypass public channel filtering."

Zor paused for a moment, then let out a shrill electronic laugh.

"Huh! An identification code?!"

"Jessia, are you still asleep?"

"That kind of thing is an internal secret of the Mechanicus, and each identification code is bound to the digital signature of a priest."

"If I give it to you, and you spread some heretical teachings, the Guardians of the Faith will trace it back through the digital signature, and I'll be the one who dies!"

"Besides, why should I help you?"

Zor spread out that huge mechanical hand.

“Helios is in dire straits himself right now, so it’s only right that I don’t help you.”

Jessia pointed to the briefcase expressionlessly.

"Open it and take a look."

Zor suspiciously extended a tentacle and unzipped the briefcase.

Inside were not some kind of financial chip or credit card, but five heavy hard drives and several paper contracts stamped with the Helios family's wax seal.

Zor picked up a hard drive, plugged it into his interface, and read it.

The next second, his semi-mechanical body suddenly sat up straight, and all the tentacles behind him stood up.

"This...this is..."

"All control keys for the third, fifth, seventh, eighth, and twelfth industrial parks."

"It's Jessia," Jessia said coldly.

"And these are the land deeds, which are the transfer agreements for these five industrial parks. I have already signed them."

"As long as you nod your head, these five industrial parks, which account for 40% of Zhongchao's production capacity and have the most complete cooling systems and energy supply networks, will all be yours."

Speaking of the power structure of Zhongchao, although Zor has technology and factories, he has been held back for many years.

The Helios Group is the one that's holding him by the neck.

Helios controlled the surrounding industrial park, the supply of cooling water, and the channels for the entry and exit of raw materials.

This resulted in Zor's production capacity remaining low, and Zor was forced to work for Helios whenever Helios needed him.

Zor dreamed of taking over these parks, but he couldn't, because they were Helios's core assets.

Before taking over that unfortunate bottom nest project, Jesia was Helios's real mastermind in the middle nest, specifically responsible for monopolizing it.

Her "friendship" with Zoller was established during that time.

Although later, due to the power struggle within the family, perhaps to suppress her, or perhaps for some other consideration, Jessia was transferred to the bottom nest to gnaw on tough nuts.

Ironically, although the group's top management dismissed her, they didn't dare touch the resources and keys she had planted in Zhongchao.

Because the entire chain of interests is too complex, no one but Jieshia can handle it. If it is forcibly separated, the entire revenue of Zhongchao may collapse.

So in reality, she still wields terrifying influence in Zhongchao, only she no longer holds that title in name.

Thor, that senile old man, probably never dreamed that he had left these things behind for the sake of maintaining stability, but now, Jessia had packed them up and delivered them to Zor.

This means that as long as Zoller obtains these, he can instantly integrate the entire industrial chain of Zhongchao, become a true hegemon, and even have the capital to directly challenge Shangchao.

"Are you crazy?"

Zor looked at Jessia, his voice filled with shock.

"If that old bastard Saul finds out, he'll skin you alive!"

He never had the chance to find out.

Jessia's voice was eerily calm.

"Helios is finished, Thor just doesn't want to admit it."

Jessia stared into Zor's eyes.

"So? Should we switch or not? One identification code, but in return, we'll gain substantial control of Zhongchao Industrial."

"You've really hit the jackpot on this deal."

Zor fell silent, his logic revolving around frantic calculations.

Risk assessment and benefit analysis.

Of course there are risks. Providing internal identification codes to outsiders is a violation of regulations, and Jessia is clearly up to something big.