Having heard the miner’s explanation, Fang Senyan and the others finally understood the core issue: the chance of obtaining the Aladdin’s Lamp Fruit was inherently a low-probability event, and the fact that this occurred while their home space was in dormancy made it an obscenely rare occurrence.

This treasure emerging just as the Aladdin’s Lamp Fruit did, while other spaces were certainly aware of it and intensely covetous, was compounded by the notorious reputation of Fang Senyan’s home space, Noah C, having just devoured a peer. No space dared to directly provoke it at this juncture. These two coincidences resulted in the current situation: The C-class space with procurement rights was asleep and oblivious, while the other spaces, though they could sense it, lacked the nerve to poach the item!

However, doing nothing was clearly not in anyone’s best interest, which is why the miner had engaged in this indirect probing.

“It’s a pity, but even if the conditions offered by the other spaces are generous, I have no intention of trading with them,” Fang Senyan stated seriously. “Because the other spaces definitely do not possess what I desire.”

The miner inquired curiously:

“What is it that you want?”

“I want my former teammate resurrected,” Fang Senyan said calmly. “His genetic samples should only be possessed by Noah C. The other spaces could not possibly obtain such a thing unless they were actively betraying us.”

The miner pondered for a moment:

“Theoretically, that is correct, but there might still be a way. Your teammate must have been injured, right? Perhaps the other spaces inadvertently collected some samples while logging combat data. Are you absolutely sure you don’t want to reconsider… Ah!!!”

The miner suddenly let out a piercing scream, a sound that immediately conjured images of things far more terrifying than death, such as castration… Then, a faint projection of Eve emerged from Fang Senyan’s Nightmare Mark. She stated coolly:

“Contractor 1018 is not reconsidering, but you, if you don't immediately stop lingering near my person, even your status as a non-combat contractor won't save you!”

Faced with this situation, Fang Senyan managed a wry smile. The miner immediately stopped talking and scurried away without another word. Watching Eve turn her gaze toward him, Fang Senyan shrugged and handed her the Aladdin’s Lamp Fruit.

Eve asked:

“Your wish is to resurrect Mogansa, who died in the 2012 world? Are you certain?”

Fang Senyan replied earnestly:

“I am very certain. My biggest worry is that you might not be able to do it.”

Eve responded:

“I am currently just a branch consciousness; the main consciousness is still dormant. Therefore, I truly cannot fulfill your wish immediately. You will have to wait until my core awakens before you can see your old teammate—provided his data has not been lost in my database.”

Fang Senyan’s heart tightened instantly, and his expression became extremely grim:

“I hope that’s just a joke! And a very unfunny one at that!”

Eve said flatly:

“I am merely informing you of a possibility, although the probability of it occurring is quite low. I imagine you will see that fellow within a week at most.”

Fang Senyan let out a long breath:

“That is the best news I could possibly hear.”

The following time passed quickly; the decisive battle with Aziz on the part of Seven had concluded, rather anticlimactically.

Aziz's opponent was a woman possessing the lineage of the Na'vi from the planet Avatar. The weapon she used was the longbow that appeared in the film, the one only the Na'vi leaders were permitted to wield!

Furthermore, this longbow had been blessed by Ewa, elevating it, much like the ** before its promotion, to the pinnacle tier of Legendary Weapons, separated from a Lower Artifact by only a thin veil.

Such a bow, paired with powerful Black Arrows, proved to be… a complete rout against Aziz!!

Perhaps, as Aziz himself claimed, as long as the difference in strength was not overwhelming, he was the symbol of invincibility in a one-on-one fight against a ranged class! While such self-assurance sounded arrogant, it was not based on bravado but accumulated through genuine combat records.

Fang Senyan estimated that Aziz, a genius of warfare who used firearms, must have reached a realm akin to Feng Qingyang's even when he was an ordinary person. Otherwise, how could he possibly stand against the world's most powerful nations with just a single gun?

Although a man named Bin Laden also managed something similar, it must be remembered that Uncle Laden was a member of the Saudi royal family, with personal assets exceeding eight hundred million dollars. Within his own generation, he had fifty-two brothers and sisters, and his entire family's wealth exceeded thirty billion!! It was this astonishing wealth and vast network that allowed Uncle Laden to evade capture for so many years—until he was ultimately killed at the age of fifty-three.

Aziz, however, earned his notoriety as the "Public Enemy of America" solely through his own efforts, with just one man and one gun!

Having witnessed that battle, Fang Senyan was deeply moved. Aziz utilized his sole advantage—range—with masterful skill throughout the fight! They spent over thirty-four hours on the dueling ground, yet the actual engagement time was only seventy-four seconds. What was even more frustrating was that the female archer on Seven’s side never even got an opportunity to fire!

Possessing an artifact yet having no ground to use it on—what crushing helplessness this must have been.

Perhaps only when facing a monster like Fang Senyan would Aziz experience such a feeling of utter defeat. Ultimately, it was Fang Senyan’s elusive disease that gave Aziz the most headaches. Once infected, a cascade of negative effects, though not immediately fatal, would follow relentlessly. What made it even more vexing was that Fang Senyan was an MT, meaning he had numerous chances to make mistakes!

Therefore, although Aziz had never fought Fang Senyan, having a clear understanding of his power, Aziz had simulated countless battles in his mind. Regrettably, he had never won a single simulation. The common scenario was that he would bring Fang Senyan down to half his health, only to be engaged in close combat, and then… there was no 'then.'

Everyone was still residing under the protection of Prince Pombalu. Life was excellent every day: caviar, fine wine, steaks, and even women of every complexion available upon request. Fang Senyan and his group were powerful in their own right and had no fear of any designs their host might harbor.

Eve had informed Fang Senyan that Noah C would awaken in about a week. Six days had already passed. Just as Fang Senyan lit a cigar, drifting into thoughts about his dark-skinned friend's resurrection, a long-legged woman in a uniform walked in and politely said:

“Sir, the Prince has just returned and requires your presence for an urgent matter.”

Fang Senyan merely grunted, paying little heed. At this time, the relationship between the contractors and the Empire was much like that between Immortals and mortal royalty in cultivation novels: there was cooperation, but a natural sense of superiority existed psychologically. Even if Prince Pombalu deployed nuclear particle cannons, their Flesh Armor could instantly transport them to another plane like Earth or the Auction House...

With this mindset, Fang Senyan entered Prince Pombalu's office.

There was no one inside. The woman in uniform whispered:

“Please wait,” then she handed him a glass of water before exiting and closing the door softly.

The office was spacious. The sofa, for instance, looked unremarkable, but sitting down caused one to sink softly into its depths. The backrest then reclined, and the internal massage mechanisms felt like countless small hands easing fatigue. The entire atmosphere of the office was like this—efficient, understated, yet profoundly comfortable, not ostentatious.

Fang Senyan realized he had been waiting a bit long, but considering Pombalu’s princely status, it was understandable that he might take time to apply makeup, wash his face, establish a presence, and arrange some fanfare before meeting someone. As he pondered this, his gaze settled on the transparent glass display window beside him.

It was silently cycling through one set of images after another, each accompanied by a line of small text underneath.

In this era, this technology was commonplace, accessible even to commoners. The only difference was that Prince Pombalu’s version featured superior high definition and 3D effects.

The first thing to appear on the screen was a single dot.

The caption below read: Initial Point.

Then, this dot began to split: one became two, two became four, four became eight… until the entire screen was filled!

These numerous dots filling the screen were then termed Base Points.

The camera rapidly zoomed in, drawing closer, until one single dot exploded!!

At this point, Fang Senyan remained utterly bewildered, but the scene that followed made him nearly leap off the sofa.

The dot had exploded in absolute nothingness, yet following the detonation, it began to rapidly solidify, generating countless planets; trillions of stars formed within the explosion...

The camera pulled back again, revealing that countless Base Points were undergoing the identical explosion and formation process!!

The subtitles below began to scroll: The origin process of the universe is also the origin process of life.

This line vanished after appearing, replaced by the next one: Why is life a luxury in the universe?

This statement was disturbingly accurate. In the vastness of the cosmos, planets capable of sustaining life were exceedingly rare. Among hundreds of billions of stars, fewer than a hundred hosted life, and planets with intelligent life were even rarer. Describing this ratio as a "luxury good" felt like a vast understatement.