Simultaneously, Fang Senyan also received the notification: “Warning: Your relationship with key plot character Supervisor Parker has fractured, and it is at risk of declining at any moment.” Evidently, Fang Senyan’s grasping request had displeased Parker, but Fang Senyan smiled without changing his expression: “I will relay your sincerity to my superior with one hundred and twenty percent commitment and expedite his signature on the investment.” Just like that, Fang Senyan successfully shook hands with the Avatar protagonist, who had not yet received a soul, during which he used a specialized needle, already hidden between his fingers, to prick the palm of his hand, drawing a small amount of blood. It was perfectly executed.

When the others momentarily looked away, Fang Senyan excused himself to the restroom and dripped that small amount of blood onto Chris Redfield’s Lucky Bracelet, causing an immediate and significant transformation: Chris Redfield’s Lucky Bracelet: (Bloody Seal Unlocked, Tier One) Weaver: Shinji Mikami Rank: Seventh Tier Currently Unlocked Effect: Grants mastery of the Fifth Tier passive ability: Luck. Usage requires the expenditure of 15 Potential Points, 150,000 Universal Points, and 10 Merit Points (this Merit Point value cannot be obtained through trade).

Second Bloody Seal Unlocked Effect: Grants mastery of the Sixth Tier passive ability: Greater Luck. Third Bloody Seal Unlocked Effect: Grants a 50% chance to master the Seventh Tier passive ability: True Luck.

Grants a 50% chance to be cursed, randomly losing one currently mastered ability. Since one of the three objectives for this excursion had been achieved, Fang Senyan finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He then bid farewell to Supervisor Parker and exited the laboratory. Reef immediately contacted Fang Senyan: “Boss, Zi and that Firestone Guang group have hit a snag in their talks.

Her stance is that she wants to hire us to fight for her, to help her complete that damned mission.” Fang Senyan chuckled: “Don’t rush to answer her; string them along.” Mogansha immediately cackled: “Exactly. We are now considered a rare commodity.

No matter which side we lean toward, we hold an absolute advantage. In any case, we’re selling, so we should naturally sell to the highest bidder.

Dragging it out will only improve the outcome.” Fang Senyan spoke seriously: “I never intended to help them with that final follow-up side quest. The difficulty of that mission is likely beyond everyone’s imagination.

Otherwise, why would I be willing to give it up so easily?” Mogansha looked puzzled: “The Omatikaya here are still quite friendly toward humans at the moment. Even if the reconnaissance fails, at worst, they’ll just be sent packing.

The difficulty of retrieving the leaves and calyx from the Tree of Souls probably isn’t very high, right?” Fang Senyan narrowed his eyes: “If I recall correctly, in the original plot, the coordinates of the Tree of Souls were given to the Colonel by the protagonist, Jake Sully, and the Colonel treated that information as extremely vital intelligence.” Reef caught the subtle implication in Fang Senyan’s words: “Are you suggesting that the objective given for this final side quest is not the real Tree of Souls?” “A high possibility,” Fang Senyan affirmed seriously. “And those Colonists have already left this world.

If the Space wants to increase the difficulty, it can only focus on the natural environment—the difficulty of the first side quest we experienced, the Beast Tide, requires no further explanation; it tests the contractors’ strength and courage. The second side quest clearly leans toward testing contractors’ wisdom and social skills.

Thus, the third and final side quest, specifically assigned to only three individuals, is most likely testing the unity of the participating contractors—do you think these people are capable of unity?” Fang Senyan’s words thoroughly convinced Reef and Mogansha. Fang Senyan continued: “Whether Zi or Firestone Guang approaches you, play coy with both.

You must give them the impression that you are highly sought after. Hmph, just stall for twenty-four hours, and they will naturally be too preoccupied with their own missions, like monkeys with burning tails.

Even if they realize we have no intention of helping, they won’t have the capacity to care! What we need to do demands zero room for error, especially at this nascent stage.

A single misstep could mean the complete collapse of everything!” Mogansha expressed a slight worry: “But the RD company data we obtained doesn’t contain what we need either. It’s likely Dr.

Grace held back, not writing it down. Otherwise, any random person could take her position.

But Boss, your relationship with her is already one of enmity now... Are you suggesting Reef and I should try to placate her?” “No need,” Fang Senyan stated calmly.

“Even if the two of you crammed overnight, it would likely be too late, and you might not even learn the truth. In this world, the answer to what we seek may not necessarily be known by Dr.

Grace.” Reef pondered: “Are you thinking of... asking the Omatikaya tribe directly?” A spark flashed in Fang Senyan’s eyes: “Precisely!

The reason I hadn’t considered the Omatikaya before was the lack of an entry point, and I hadn’t personally witnessed the Omatikaya’s attitude toward humans. However, witnessing Suteh recently sparked this very idea in me.” “The RD Company maintained peace with the Omatikaya for over a decade; it certainly can’t be said that the Omatikaya have no desires regarding Earthlings.

During the honeymoon period, at least the Omatikaya children even attended the school founded by Dr. Grace.

The reason they devolved into conflict was that the Hell’s Gate base had completely depleted the surrounding unobtanium deposits. The only remaining deposit was beneath the Omatikaya’s Home Tree, leading to an irreconcilable conflict!” “But we are different.

Furthermore, the RD Company data we purchased at great cost is certainly not useless; it records the Omatikaya’s most cherished possession... which is alcohol!

Spirits! Over these past few days, I have collected several kilograms of strong liquor using the Endless Vodka Flask!

Coupled with the substantial amount I purchased at the restaurant, it should be more than enough to foster good relations with them, perhaps even more than enough. Let’s set off immediately!” Although Fang Senyan held the precise coordinates of the Omatikaya Home Tree, the distance was over one hundred kilometers in a straight line.

Traversing the dense primary jungle, even for powerful contractors traveling on foot, would take at least three hours, and that’s assuming they encountered no hostile fauna. Of course, Fang Senyan had considered using a Host, but he harbored reservations.

This thing possessed no self-defense capabilities; without an escort, it would be difficult to handle unforeseen emergencies, and the Omatikaya’s reaction to seeing a flying Host in the sky was also uncertain. Therefore, Fang Senyan once again swallowed his pride and approached Supervisor Parker.

It took little effort to learn that a Samson transport aircraft (MN) was scheduled for a flight mission tomorrow. He requested the pilot simply drop them off about ten kilometers outside the perimeter of the Omatikaya Home Tree, and they would handle the rest themselves.

Parker could easily approve this minor request and obliged Fang Senyan. During the flight, Fang Senyan and his companions witnessed the spectacle of the floating “Hallelujah Mountains” and couldn't help but marvel at this work of supernatural artistry.

After landing, the trio had few worries, as they had spent the previous three days largely acclimatizing to Pandora’s bizarre and vibrant jungle. Furthermore, the data acquired from RD provided detailed behavioral patterns of some creatures and topographical distributions.

Thus, they encountered no trouble along the way, proceeding until they were five kilometers from the Omatikaya Home Tree perimeter. There, near a grove of glowing sunflowers, they encountered Omatikaya cavalry.

The three riders were mounted on formidable, heavily armored hexapods, appearing quite imposing. Fang Senyan estimated their combat prowess far exceeded that of the uncultured tribesmen he had previously eliminated.

They made no immediate move to attack, merely adopting a cold demeanor. As soon as they spoke, they ordered the outsiders to leave, kindly pointing out the direction back to the Hell’s Gate base.

Fang Senyan pulled Gold Mine from behind him in return. Gold Mine immediately plastered a fawning smile on his face, grinning so widely that a flower seemed about to bloom: “Brave warriors of the Omatikaya, we have come specifically to visit Prince Suteh.

We are grateful that he saved my nephews from the ferocity of the Hammerhead Titanothere last time.” As Gold Mine spoke, he pulled out three wooden tubes that had undergone simple processing and carving—there is no bamboo on Pandora, but there is a type of tree whose wood is hollow and lacks nodes, making it a thoughtful vessel for holding liquor. Under his high Charisma rating, the three Omatikaya warriors, who had no inherent hostility, accepted the gifts.

They first expressed admiration for the delicate carvings on the tubes, then inhaled the aroma of the liquor within, and couldn't resist tilting their heads back for a drink. The moment the spirits hit their throats, their faces lit up, and smiles broke out.

As the saying goes, one who accepts a gift is bound by it; moreover, Fang Senyan and his group had come with sincere gratitude for their tribe’s warrior. Consequently, the entire Omatikaya contingent beamed with pride, and the visitors naturally received courteous reception.

After Gold Mine distributed all the gifts he carried, a rich aroma of liquor permeated the air above the entire Omatikaya settlement. The Na’vi’s attitude toward them became even warmer, and they were exceptionally invited into their Home Tree for hospitality.

However, their standing did not yet unlock; most likely, they would need to gain recognition from the Seed of the Tree of Souls—the dandelion-seed-like object floating in the air in the original plot—just like the male protagonist.