“I never thought, at my age, I would witness a historic moment like this,” an elder remarked with a chuckle. “To return to the Overworld alive and witness a miracle from the stars—it feels like a dream. Don’t you agree, Natasha?”
“Yes… sunlight. It’s been so long since I’ve seen it, I’ve nearly forgotten what the sky looked like. It’s hard to believe the greenery and creatures outside were all the result of artificial intervention.”
“It’s all thanks to Big Brother!” Clara exclaimed with enthusiasm. “I’ll work hard too, so I can become a scientist like him someday!”
The outskirts of the administrative district plaza were packed with people. Sun umbrellas, tables, and chairs filled the streets, leaving hardly any room to move.
At one of the cold drink stalls, the Trailblazer Squad sat with the leaders of the Underworld.
March 7th sat on a bench with Clara on her lap. The two whispered and giggled together.
Stelle sipped a drink brought over by the shopkeeper, her delicate face looking dazed as her gaze remained fixed on the grand stage erected just a few days prior, as if waiting for something.
Dan Heng flipped through a novel in his hands, occasionally glancing up but keeping most of his attention on his book.
Suddenly, the sound of ceremonial cannons and fireworks shooting into the sky silenced the lively crowd.
“Guards, form ranks!”
“The inauguration ceremony for Lady Bronya Rand is officially beginning! Citizens, please remain quiet and maintain order!”
On the red carpet stretching from the gates of Qlipoth Fort to the grand stage, a young woman led a procession of dozens of disciplined Silvermane Guards. Her radiant attire and upright posture enhanced her already commanding presence, prompting thunderous cheers from the tens of thousands gathered.
In this moment, she shone like a star.
“Citizens of Belobog, I am delighted to join you today in celebrating this momentous occasion,” Bronya began, her voice firm yet warm. “The previous Supreme Guardian, Cocolia Rand, fell to the influence of the Stellaron while battling its malevolent will. Her spirit, burdened and strained, ultimately succumbed, leading to near catastrophe.”
“History will not shy away from these truths. During her tenure, Cocolia Rand reformed the currency to combat inflation, encouraged cultural diversity, and revitalized technological progress, bringing Belobog a brief period of prosperity. However, the Stellaron is no ordinary foe. Records from Qlipoth Fort reveal that many past Supreme Guardians also suffered from its erosion, eventually venturing alone into the Fragmentum, inspiring us with their courage.”
“While we must acknowledge both her contributions and her failings, the Stellaron’s destruction and the passing of our previous Guardian mark the beginning of a new chapter for Belobog.”
“Now, with the Stellaron eradicated by the Empire, neither the Fragmentum nor the Eternal Freeze will hinder us anymore. It is time for our gaze to lift from the ground to the stars and embrace the vast unknown.”
Bronya paused, scanning the crowd with conviction.
“Recently, Qlipoth Fort placed the decision to merge with the Galactic Empire in the hands of the people. The results were overwhelmingly in favor, with ninety-nine percent voting for unification.”
“The miracles outside the city walls are the Empire’s gift to Belobog—a testament to their recognition of our worth and a sign of our imminent revival and ascension.”
“Citizens, though decades of separation have divided the Overworld and the Underworld, we are one people, sharing the same roots. I deeply regret the pain the blockade inflicted upon our brethren below. I cannot hope for your forgiveness, for the scars of those years run deep. But I plead for your cooperation, for Belobog cannot be whole without every part of its people united.”
Bronya’s voice grew warmer. “I am honored to introduce someone who has become a household name to all of us—Mr. Chen Lin. As the Empire’s authorized representative, he will oversee the signing of the unification agreement today. Mr. Chen Lin will serve as the Governor of Jarilo-VI, living under the same sky as us and witnessing Belobog’s future alongside us.”
“Additionally, I am pleased to announce that Belobog’s city expansion has granted every family a new residence, all thanks to Mr. Chen Lin and the Empire.”
“From this day forth, Belobog will be the eyes and arms of the Galactic Empire. No one shall dare oppress us again, and we shall repay the Empire’s generosity with redoubled effort.”
“Belobog will embrace the stars—and in doing so, embrace its destiny!”
The mention of Chen Lin’s name sent the crowd into a frenzy. Known for his flawless appearance and the immense contributions he’d made to Belobog, Chen Lin had become a symbol of hope. The recent miracles only solidified his place in their hearts. Some citizens had even carved statues of him in their homes, offering prayers in gratitude.
The moment Chen Lin stepped onto the stage, the crowd erupted, and a few overly excited girls fainted from screaming too hard.
Chen Lin felt a twinge of awkwardness. It was his first time standing before such a vast audience, and the sheer number of onlookers made him a little nervous.
Soon, the Silvermane Guards brought out a table and chairs. Chen Lin and Bronya sat across from each other, with identical leather-bound documents between them. These papers, representing the fate of an entire city-state, awaited their signatures.
Together, Chen Lin and Bronya signed their names and affixed their personal seals before rising and exchanging the agreements.
“Long live Belobog! Long live the Empire!!”
“Long live the Supreme Guardian! Long live the Governor!!”
The cheers continued for over ten minutes, echoing through the plaza.
Chen Lin cleared his throat, taking the opportunity to speak. “Ahem… Citizens, it is a pleasure to stand with you today. I warmly welcome Jarilo-VI into the Empire’s family. From this moment on, the Empire’s support for Belobog will flow through me. As your Governor, I swear that within a year, Belobog will touch the stars. If fate dares to challenge us, we shall break it and forge our own! The Empire and Belobog will march forward as one—united in purpose, united in destiny!”
The crowd’s cheers and screams roared louder.
Bronya, seeing the fervor, interjected at just the right moment. “The Empire’s first shipment of aid has already arrived. To celebrate, Belobog will hold a fifteen-day festival across twenty-five plazas. Today will also be declared a public holiday—the Thawing Festival! It marks the end of the Stellaron Crisis, Belobog’s unification with the Empire, and the melting of nearly a millennium of frozen ground.”
With the formalities concluded, the city erupted into celebration.
Belobog, having recovered from recent unrest, embraced the festive atmosphere. Men, women, and children alike laughed and indulged in the free food and games, as a new chapter in the city’s history truly began.
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Two monumental events had occurred: Bronya had ascended to the position of Supreme Guardian, and Belobog had officially merged with the Galactic Empire.
After witnessing these historic moments, Chen Lin and Bronya returned to Qlipoth Fort to rest.
Chen Lin had barely warmed his seat when he received a message from Dan Heng: the fixed zone anchor had been repaired and was now operational.
Zone anchors functioned like a chain reaction—once one was fixed, the rest could be restored in rapid succession. Chen Lin was optimistic that all the anchors would be up and running soon.
The repaired anchor was located in a corner of the Commercial District. After getting the coordinates from Dan Heng, Chen Lin decided to look for Bronya.
He found her in the study, fully engrossed in the “blessings of overtime.”
“I’m heading out for a bit,” Chen Lin announced. “If everything goes smoothly, I’ll be back tonight. If not, tomorrow at the latest.”
“Do you need any assistance?” Bronya set her work aside and looked up at him.
Chen Lin shook his head. “No need. I’m just meeting an old acquaintance. I haven’t responded to her messages in ages, and if I delay any longer, she might think I’ve disappeared with all her stuff.”
Chen Lin’s lack of response to messages, coupled with the overwhelming tasks on his plate, had left the items he meant to deliver to Herta gathering dust.
“By the way,” he added, turning back, “did you finish the book I asked you to have printed?”
“Are you referring to Psionic Theories? I had the Research Department handle it a few days ago. Over 800 copies were printed by this morning. If you need one, I can have someone bring it over.”
“Great! That’s fast. Belobog’s dedication to literature truly lives up to its reputation.” Chen Lin grinned in satisfaction. After a moment of thought, he said, “Just bring me the first volume for now.”
“Understood.”
Bronya summoned Pela, who had recently been reinstated and even promoted three levels. She was now the Chief Intelligence Officer of Qlipoth Fort.
Although the Research Department wasn’t far, Belobog’s city expansion had made distances much greater. Not only had residents of the Overworld been granted new homes, but even the Underworld’s citizens—including the homeless—now had residences in the Overworld. Several departments had been relocated outside Qlipoth Fort, though they remained within the Administrative District. Despite this, the occupancy rate of Belobog’s new housing remained under 1%.
The sheer number of houses constructed with Chen Lin’s resources was staggering.
About ten minutes later, Pela arrived at the door with a thick book in hand.
“Sir, here’s the book you requested!”
“Thank you, Pela. You can get back to work now.”
Chen Lin took the book and playfully pinched Pela’s round cheeks before inspecting the material—a future core textbook for Belobog.
Previously, he had already unlocked the Psionic Legions and Mind Reading traditions from the Psionic Ascension path, though the galaxy-wide cohesion needed for Great Awakening was still slightly lacking. It wouldn’t take long before he could announce the Psionic Awakening to the entire galaxy.
When that time came, Chen Lin couldn’t help but wonder how nations that worshipped mechanical ascension or other evolutionary paths would react.
Psionic Theories: Beginner Volume 1
The textbook on psionic theories that Chen Lin had painstakingly transcribed already spanned over a thousand pages. To make it digestible, he had divided it into three introductory volumes—enough material to keep Belobog busy for quite a while.
Even just the first volume was likely to give Herta a headache. Chen Lin knew what she truly craved was the complete psionic theory. This entirely new system of power was something she had never encountered in her countless aeons of existence.
But if Chen Lin handed over the entire theory, Herta might stop cooperating and revoke his unrestricted access to the Herta Space Station.
He had no doubt she was capable of such behavior. As someone who had lived so long, Herta likely had no remaining sense of moral obligation. By keeping her intrigued with partial theories, Chen Lin ensured she remained available for future assistance.
“This is excellent work,” Chen Lin praised, closing the book.
“Printing isn’t particularly complex technology,” Bronya replied. “The issue lies with Belobog’s population. If we had more people, we could quickly scale up production to meet your target numbers.”
Bronya’s mention of the population reminded Chen Lin that the event chain had granted Jarilo-VI a population boost of ten units.
These units certainly didn’t refer to just ten individuals. The current population of Belobog barely registered as <1 on his interface.
The planet was still mostly unexplored, shrouded in a fog of war-like state. Chen Lin could only observe Belobog and no other parts of the planet. To lift this veil, he ordered the warships in orbit to survey Jarilo-VI.
"I’ve deployed warships to orbit Jarilo-VI. Hopefully, they’ll locate any surviving settlements. If we find something, it could greatly alleviate Belobog’s current situation."
Bronya shook her head with a faint sigh. "I doubt it. According to records over seven centuries old, Belobog was the last remaining city. The Eternal Freeze was too severe for life to survive elsewhere."
"So, only Belobog received the Preservation's blessing?"
"Not quite. Every city built by the Architects was protected by the power of Preservation. However, those cities were eventually overrun and destroyed by the Antimatter Legion. Belobog’s survival was only made possible by Supreme Guardian Alisa Rand’s wish upon the Stellaron."
Bronya’s expression darkened as painful memories resurfaced.
The so-called miracle of the Eternal Freeze, the great power of Preservation—it had all been a lie maintained for centuries. From the moment the first Supreme Guardian made a wish to the Stellaron, Belobog’s eventual fall into the Fragmentum was inevitable without external intervention.
Perhaps the Aeon of Preservation had noticed their actions, which was why the blessing’s power had weakened over time, allowing the Fragmentum to invade the city itself.
"If we can’t find any survivors, that’s fine too," Chen Lin said, gently patting her back. "I’ll reach out to some friends and see if we can get some robots to help. Belobog’s future is bright—we don’t need to rush."
"Mm!"
After reassuring Bronya, Chen Lin followed the coordinates sent by Dan Heng to the repaired zone anchor. Surprisingly, no one else could see the glowing pillar holding a blue sphere, nor did they feel anything when passing through it.
Following Dan Heng’s instructions, Chen Lin placed his hand on the anchor. In an instant, a map of all previously visited zones with active anchors lit up in his vision.
He selected the Herta Space Station.
Teleport!
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