As Yang Ying left the public information terminal, Landon and Blade were discussing Elder Bei flying to Planet Po Han for a vacation. Although the information his true body had absorbed was shocking, Blade, relying on his Third-Rank Apex mental fortitude, managed to suppress his inner turmoil, showing nothing on his face.

At this moment, Blade stood up and said, "I'm going to contact the Commander. Wait for me here." Landon nodded coldly, but a knot of tension tightened in her stomach.

She knew that soon, news would arrive from the Empire—news she had yearned for over the eight years of lost contact—carried by Yang Ying. While Blade pretended to receive Yang Ying's message, Landon couldn't resist releasing her mental energy, attempting to eavesdrop on the communication between him and Yang Ying to learn what Yang Ying was saying as soon as possible.

However, all she encountered was an intensely fortified psychic barrier, one her own mental power could not penetrate. She could glean absolutely nothing about what was happening inside, which infuriated her to the point of grinding her teeth.

A little while later, Blade returned and sat down opposite her, his gaze fixed on her with a sighing expression that sent a shiver down her spine, immediately raising a sense of foreboding. "What happened?" Landon asked, her voice trembling.

"Did something happen in the Empire?" Blade sighed again, then shook his head, appearing utterly unable to face the past. Landon grew increasingly agitated, grabbing Blade's arm and shaking him.

"Say something! What exactly happened?!" Blade inwardly chuckled, thinking, Let her worry a bit—a small repayment for that icy demeanor just now.

But he reconsidered. Landon was a staunch royalist who held the Imperial Family in higher regard than herself.

If the situation in the Empire were smooth, a little joke would be fine, but given how terrible things currently were, pushing Landon into a state of frenzy before dropping such devastating news might cause her to draw her sword and start fighting immediately. With that in mind, Blade first cleared his throat and said to Landon, "You need to prepare yourself mentally first.

The news coming next might be very difficult for you to hear." Landon's expression shifted. She closed her eyes briefly, performing a shallow meditation to stabilize her emotions, then opened them.

"Go on." "The situation is this: eight years ago..." Blade began recounting the information he had retrieved from the public information terminal. "What!" Before he was even halfway through, Landon nearly leaped up in furious disbelief.

"Sandwoll became Regent? His Majesty the Emperor died suddenly?

How is that possible? The Emperor was a Fourth-Rank Apex expert!

What force could cause his sudden death? How could a mere Sandwoll achieve such a feat?

You are lying to me!" Landon's emotions immediately flared, and Blade used soothing words while keeping one corner of his eye fixed on the hilt of the light sword at her waist, ready to prevent an outburst. With great difficulty, Landon managed to suppress her agitation and calm down slightly.

Blade continued with the second half of the information, detailing some of the changes that had occurred in the Empire over the past eight years. When he finished, he saw Landon staring blankly at an empty spot beside her, her eyes unfocused.

She seemed utterly stunned, as if her soul had momentarily departed her body. Knowing she needed time to process, Blade quietly slipped out of the room.

Outside the villa, Blade walked the streets for a while. Over the past three weeks, through mental exchanges with the family inside the villa, he could now engage in basic conversation with locals in their own language, no longer requiring the butler or driver to act as translators when he went out.

, But Blade wandered outside for quite some time before returning to the villa. By then, Landon's mental state had improved significantly.

Seeing Blade return, she took out several sheets of paper and handed them to him. Blade took them and saw that the first page listed a long string of raw materials and reagents, along with the equipment needed to compound the solution.

Pages two and three detailed more than a dozen chemical equations and their derivations, as well as the specific mechanism of action for this agent. Pages four and five outlined the precise compounding steps and necessary precautions.

These five pages were the materials Landon had sourced within the villa, written in Spiritual Script while Blade was out. The text was concise and precise, containing all the knowledge required to compound the top-tier Gene Activation Agent.

Landon handed them to Blade and added, "I have circled all the top-tier raw materials and reagents available only in the Empire. If you encounter any problems during compounding, you can ask me anytime." "Good." Blade scanned the five pages from beginning to end, gaining a rough understanding of what he needed to find.

After reading, he suddenly remembered a question. "Since your noble class doesn't require this Gene Activation Agent, how are you so familiar with it?" Landon's expression faltered for a moment, then seemed to sink into memory and contemplation.

After a pause, she said, "This was an experimental assignment when I was at the Noble Academy." "I see." Blade tucked away the five pages. The information recorded on them was incredibly precious to the sub-humans; an ordinary person would be bankrupted trying to synthesize a single dose.

Yet, in the Noble Academy, it was merely homework. The disparity in resources controlled by the nobles versus the commoners was evident.

On Red Cloud Star, Yang Ying learned the formula for the agent at the exact same moment. He, too, had a clear grasp of the most urgent raw materials and reagents.

He returned to the public information terminal and input these terms into the indexing engine. After the search results appeared, Yang Ying reviewed them one by one.

The virtual screen provided introductions to these materials and reagents, along with avenues for acquiring them. As he read, Yang Ying's expression grew tense again.

A large portion of these materials and reagents were restricted items. Due to their inherent danger, they were difficult for ordinary people to obtain; some were even forbidden from being supplied to individuals, usable only by legitimate laboratories.

Yang Ying was acutely aware that he was in the Empire, a place teeming with hidden powers, not Earth or a place with limited development like Flynn. In the Empire, Third-Rank experts were as numerous as carp in a stream, and Third-Rank Apex experts were hardly rare.

Consequently, defenses were scaled up to protect high-value items from being seized by experts. If he tried to steal them, perhaps he might succeed once or twice if his equipment was sufficient, but the ensuing pursuit would surely plunge him into endless trouble.

Therefore, as long as other options existed, Yang Ying would not resort to the dangerous method of theft. , Ten Thousand For the next two days, Yang Ying focused on devising legitimate ways to obtain these materials.

The General Staff also participated in brainstorming, eventually formulating a plan. The plan was: go to school!

Yes, just like Landon, who had used these precious raw materials during her time at the Noble Academy. According to the public information terminal, besides the Noble Academy, several Higher Academies open to sub-humans also possessed the qualification to procure precious raw materials.

By gaining access to the laboratories of those Higher Academies, there was a high probability of successfully compounding a dose of the top-tier agent! Furthermore, for Yang Ying, having one dose meant having the potential for a second, a third, and an infinite number more.

Because he possessed the Sand Mine, the Human-God races could transform silicon into any known substance. Once the top-tier agent was successfully compounded and thoroughly studied by the Human-God races, the agent could be infinitely replicated.

This way, his human subordinates could approach the level of the God race, forming an army composed entirely of awakened individuals! Thinking of this, Yang Ying's heart swelled with excitement; he almost wanted to immediately seek out a qualified Higher Academy and sign up.

However, this matter could not be rushed; he needed to secure a legal identity first before enacting this plan. By the evening of the third day, Yang Ying returned to the same bar.

It remained as dim as ever, seeming to suppress the spirit and prevent joy. The bar owner, the middle-aged man, was already waiting at their usual table, the shadow concealing the table so deeply that an ordinary person would perceive it as vague.

Yang Ying sat down opposite the middle-aged man. "Are the things I requested ready?" "Please follow me." Upon seeing Yang Ying, the middle-aged man recalled the chill from their last encounter and immediately became exceedingly respectful.

He led Yang Ying to a secret room behind the bar, where a young man, reeking heavily of alcohol, was already waiting. Beside him stood an apparatus resembling a vertical coffin.

The middle-aged man pointed to the young man and introduced him, "This is Little Bergen. He has completed the final step for producing three identification cards.

All that's needed is for your full holographic body scan to be taken and uploaded to the computer network to finalize the three cards. The entire process takes only as long as it takes to drink one glass of wine." Yang Ying glanced at Little Bergen.

The young man burped loudly, opened the coffin lid, and pulled out several components, his nose and face flushed red. "Hurry, hurry!

This young master has several ladies waiting for me to return! Don't dawdle!" Yang Ying recognized the coffin-like apparatus; it was indeed from the Civil Affairs department.

They had even brought the actual equipment, though Yang Ying couldn't tell if it was genuine equipment from the department or a replica fabricated by the bar. Regardless of authenticity, as long as it worked, it sufficed.

Yang Ying paid no mind to the drunkard's attitude, only asking, "Is the scanning done for all three cards at once, or one by one?" "Of course, all three at once," Little Bergen replied impatiently. "Unless you want three different appearances—in which case you need to bring the other two people," hiccup, "or bring the holographic body scan data disks for the other two." "That's none of your concern.

One by one it is," Yang Ying stated, then walked onto the baseplate of the 'coffin' and stood still. Little Bergen grumbled about Yang Ying's request but complied nonetheless.

Swaying drunkenly, he tapped a few times on the virtual keyboard. Several layers of light film appeared within the 'coffin,' scanning Yang Ying from top to bottom, as he shouted, "First card!" As his voice faded, Yang Ying's body bizarrely stretched upward by three centimeters, and his appearance shifted.

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