The vast expanse of space. It held countless wonders. Millions of light-years from the farthest reaches of the Alliance, in a desolate frontier, floated a bubble of stardust stretching for hundreds of thousands of light-years. This multi-hued bubble, roughly heart-shaped, was tens of thousands of light-years thick with dense stardust and fine meteoroid streams. It pulsed with untold energy tides, its outer shell so impenetrable that even the technological might of an Alliance Six-Star Civilization could not pass through safely.

Within this stardust bubble was a spherical void, its diameter exceeding one hundred thousand light-years. At the center of this space burned a colossal star, hundreds of times larger than Earth’s sun. One hundred and seventy-two planets, each possessing a perfect natural environment, were arranged precisely on a balanced spherical surface, orbiting this central star.

The positioning and orbital paths of these planets seemed calculated with extreme precision. Although all worlds lay on a single plane, there was absolutely no danger of collision between them.

On one such planet, where the ocean covered more than eighty-five percent of the surface, separated by a strait hundreds of kilometers wide, several tattered Roman warships lay haphazardly strewn across a beautiful grassland. Tens of thousands of Spirit Race soldiers bustled around them, working with feverish intensity, desperately trying to repair the nearly collapsing vessels.

At the edge of the grassland, atop a gently sloping hill, a crude dwelling had been erected using fragrant, light-colored logs and verdant green grass. In the very center of this simple, primitive structure lay a silken mattress spanning over ten meters wide. Bolbort, completely naked, was vigorously thrusting his body upon a supple, pale gold form.

After a minute and fifteen seconds of furious bombardment, Bolbort rolled off the delicate figure, nearly a meter shorter than him, panting heavily as he flopped onto his back on the mattress.

“Beauty, wasn’t my technique excellent? Heh heh. Twenty-eight consecutive thrusts—surely that isn’t enough to satisfy you?” Bolbort gasped for air, grinning proudly.

The pale gold body slowly began to move. Long, slender, beautiful arms and legs wrapped tightly around Bolbort. This was an exceptionally lovely woman, standing about two meters tall, possessing long, pale gold hair and eyes of the same hue, her body curvaceous and stunning. She extended a pale red, delicate tongue, lightly teasing Bolbort’s chest, simultaneously emitting a low, melodious moan: “Great Celestial Lord, bestow your blessing upon your devout servant once more.”

The woman seemed to possess some peculiar esoteric ability. With just a slight provocation, Bolbort, who had already erupted twenty-eight times upon her, instantly became virile and imposing once more. Gasping, Bolbort gripped the woman’s high-rising breasts and roared several times toward the outside of the house.

Two Spirit Race maidens rushed in instantly. Holding high-pressure needle guns, they administered an injection of potent nutritional serum to Bolbort. This serum not only replenished his expended stamina but also rapidly restored his lost water, sugars, proteins, and amino acids.

Within a few breaths, the serum took effect. Bolbort flipped over and mounted the woman again, whipping into her rapidly from behind.

This time, a high blue flame erupted from Bolbort. His vast mental power exploded forth without reserve. He used his formidable psychic strength to forcefully command his own body; he controlled his most basic physical functions with his subjective will. This time, he assaulted the moaning beauty beneath him for a full three minutes and eight seconds before letting out a triumphant roar, pouring forth in a soft torrent as he collapsed breathlessly onto the mattress.

The gold-skinned woman lay prone on the mattress. She uttered a few soft sounds of discontent and wound herself around Bolbort again, clearly unsatisfied. She extended her tongue and continued to lick his chest.

Bolbort shuddered violently. He shoved the gold-skinned woman away and stated with solemn gravity, “Queen Zholika, your devotion to the God is unquestionable. But God cannot bless only you; God’s radiance must spread across the entire continent. Let all who worship God feel that divine radiance.”

Zholika chuckled, “Chii,” and used her chest to plug Bolbort’s mouth. She subtly shifted her body, murmuring with seductive sweetness, “Then, let the divine radiance first fall upon Zholika’s two sisters. Zhona, Zholi, come quickly and receive the God’s blessing!”

A pair of identical twin sisters walked slowly into the room. They swayed slightly, letting the thin animal hides draped upon them fall to the floor.

Bolbort stared blankly at the faces, which were indistinguishable, and the two exquisitely beautiful bodies that were like perfect mirror images. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and Bolbort stammered, “Zholika, these are your sisters? Are they twin sisters?”

Zholika lightly nipped at Bolbort’s earlobe, whispering softly, “Great God, they are my sisters. Let your glory shine upon them; please bestow your blessing upon them. Ah, Zholika truly wishes that all the most beautiful maidens of our tribe could come and welcome the God’s blessing, but… Zholika cannot manage it!”

Bolbort fumbled, pulling Zhona and Zholi down onto the mattress. He vigorously kneaded their bodies and snapped at Zholika, “Why can’t you? Have any of your tribesmen forgotten the majesty of the Gods? Could it be someone wishes to betray the glory of the Gods? What are they doing?”

Zholika looked at Bolbort with a wronged expression. She spoke gently, “It is our elders, my honored God. Your divine presence has graced this place for so many days, yet the elders refuse to acknowledge you as a true God. They constantly claim you are a false deity, come only to trick us out of the treasures the Gods left for us. So—”

“The Gods left you treasures?” Bolbort frowned.

“Many, many years ago, when the Gods departed this continent, they left certain precious treasures for us to guard. But those elders became greedy; they wish to seize the Gods’ treasure hoard. However, only the elders know the location of the hoard. Zholika does not know what kind of treasure it truly is,” Zholika said breathlessly while licking Bolbort’s body. “The elders hold more power than my own royal authority. There are many things I cannot decide!”

Bolbort sprang up in one motion, gesturing wildly as he roared, “Guards! Guards! Arrest all the elders and their kin here! Use memory extraction devices to pull out all their memories. Find out what this so-called treasure is! This territory was once the ancestral domain of us Romans. All the treasures belong to us!”

Several Roman warriors rushed into the room. They greedily stole glances at the naked bodies of the three Zholika sisters, hastily accepted Bolbort’s command, and turned to run out.

Bolbort felt his energy coursing through his body as if it were an endless tide. Looking at the twin sisters, Zhona and Zholi, he felt a specific part of his body about to explode.

“Receive the God’s blessing!” Bolbort lunged toward the two sisters huddled together, shouting loudly, “Zholika, God accepts your piety; you shall become the true Queen!”

The maidens’ cries of pain mixed with Bolbort’s ecstatic howls. One minute and twenty seconds later, the sounds abruptly ceased. After a few minutes, the groans rose again. The groans and gasps followed, stopping again after eighteen seconds. A few minutes later, the moans started once more. This time, the groans miraculously lasted for three minutes and five seconds. The spiritual flames erupting from Bolbort illuminated the entire small hill; the ghostly blue light shot out for several miles.

The moans rose and stopped, repeating this cycle over ten times before the Roman warriors who had just left rushed back in, shouting with delight, “Your Excellency, we have made a discovery!”

Bolbort tried to shake off the three women and stand up, but his legs gave out, and he slumped back onto the mattress. Several Roman warriors eagerly crowded in, clumsily helping Bolbort up, though not failing to take liberties with the three women along the way.

Bolbort paid no mind to his subordinates’ petty actions. This supposed treasure was the most crucial matter.

A little over a year ago, the family fleet led by Bolbort had also been caught in subspace turbulence. However, Bolbort’s luck was significantly better than Gu Yechen’s; he suffered no major losses in subspace. After drifting aimlessly for over a year, he finally stumbled upon an extremely concealed jump point, arriving in this marvelous stellar region.

The sight of one hundred and seventy-two planets orbiting a giant star captivated Bolbort. In Roman legends, their ancestors, at the zenith of their power, possessed the ability to alter planetary orbital paths. In those myth-like tales, the Romans could even completely encase a giant star with a dense array of planets, as if covering it with an iron shell to prevent even the slightest leakage of radiant energy.

So, Bolbort ordered his fleet to conduct preliminary surveys of these planets. Over half of them harbored highly intelligent humanoid life forms. On some of these worlds, the humanoids possessed formidable individual strength, divided into hundreds or even thousands of varying-sized factions engaged in constant warfare—such planets were undoubtedly dangerous and unsuitable for lingering. The gold-skinned humans on the planet where Bolbort currently rested, however, had weaker individual power and, crucially, the race was a source of abundant beauties. Bolbort decisively resolved to use this place as a temporary resting point.

The Spirit Race servant troops began the arduous task of repairing the warships, while Bolbort swiftly charmed Zholika, the Queen of the continent's hundreds of millions of gold-skinned humans.

What excited Bolbort was that this strange space was indeed an artificial construct of the Roman ancestors. His forerunners had ruled here for an exceedingly long time. The gold-skinned humans regarded the Romans as gods; in their legends, the gods had created a beautiful life for them, possessing infinite divine power, and the sole purpose of all gold-skinned humanity was to worship these deities and dedicate everything to them.

Whatever arcane matters the Roman ancestors had engaged in on this planet, after so many years, the gold-skinned humans remained in a semi-slavery social structure, ruled by a King and an Elder Council overseeing hundreds of millions of subjects. The planet was rich in resources, with no shortage of food or necessities. Furthermore, its enclosed environment meant no wars or conflict, causing civilization to sink into a stagnant mire, failing to spark any intellectual development for ages.

Bolbort lingered here for one or two months. Aside from seducing the local beauties, he constantly dispatched exploration teams to probe the planet’s secrets.

This continent held numerous ruined temples and countless relics, alongside many temples preserved in relatively good condition. Here, Bolbort’s exploration teams discovered abundant markers left by the Roman ancestors. Everything indicated that some significant secret lay hidden here, but the secret’s location remained elusive.

Fortunately, Zholika now felt a rapport, a deep connection with Bolbort, and had even paid dearly to have her twin sisters attend to Bolbort as well. Gaining courage, she attempted to use Bolbort to eliminate the Elder Council that constrained her power, which finally led Bolbort to discover that the secret he sought was actually held within the minds of these very elders.

“Damn it, I never would have guessed!” Having donned magnificent robes and specialized energy armor, Bolbort led thousands of Roman warriors, driving war chariots to form a grand procession marching toward the “God’s Treasury” extracted from the elders’ memories. Bolbort stood upon a chariot, grumbling with vexation, “But who could have imagined? Those ruins are hundreds of thousands of years old. Who could have thought these primitive people could preserve a myth for such an immense duration?”

“Ignorant primitives! But they are also endearing primitives! If not for their ignorance, how could that treasure have fallen into my hands?”

Musing on this pleasing thought, Bolbort burst into wild laughter. The ruins left by the Roman ancestors during their zenith were beyond the deciphering capabilities of the modern Romans, whose technology had regressed significantly. Without explicit guidance, relying solely on the detection instruments in Bolbort’s hands, locating the vault would have been impossible.

“What treasures did our legendary ancestors leave for us?”

Bolbort’s heart hammered with excitement, almost jumping out of his mouth. He muttered excitedly, “Legend says the most powerful Romans once ruled half the universe! Oh, if I could obtain their technological heritage! What’s a mere Super Carrier fleet? If I return to Mars with the technological inheritance of my ancestors, no one will ever snatch my throne from my grasp again!”

The mere thought of the shining Roman throne made Bolbort tremble uncontrollably. “The Holssam family will become the First Electoral Family! All the beautiful clan women from the Second to the Ninth Electoral Families will willingly crawl into my bed! It’s magnificent, utterly magnificent! I have anticipated this for so long!”

The Romans moved swiftly. In just over an hour, they reached the mountainous depths several hundred kilometers away.

Here stood the ruins of a magnificent stepped pyramid. Its base, a kilometer wide and long, attested to its former glory. Before the pyramid stood twelve colossal statues of Romans, clad in armor and wielding greatswords. Time had coated the dozens-of-meters-high statues in a thick layer of green moss. Their vacant eyes stared blankly into the forest ahead, seemingly reminiscing over the history of the lost Romans.

Bolbort’s exploration team had previously surveyed this pyramid in detail, but the final conclusion was that it was merely an ordinary sacrificial site, a religious venue built by the ancestors of the gold-skinned humans to worship the Roman forefathers. Such temples were ubiquitous across the lands of the lesser civilizations once controlled by the Romans. The exploration team, deeply familiar with the methods their ancestors used to control subordinate civilizations, suspected nothing more sinister here.

According to the fragmented map pieced together from the memories extracted from the elders, this location marked the entrance to that divine treasure hoard.

Beside the pyramid ruins lay a small village, housing about two thousand gold-skinned humans. As Bolbort’s large force arrived, the able-bodied men of the village stepped out, watching Bolbort dismount from his chariot with expressionless faces.

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