Unlike the other districts, the Administrative District did not exude the same bustling urban atmosphere. Its architecture still preserved the distinct artistic style of Old Belobog.
The buildings were predominantly pale beige, with deeper tones accentuating sections of larger structures, creating an intense visual contrast whether viewed up close or from afar.
The color palettes of the furnishings also reflected the artistic sensibilities of Belobog’s people—many pieces were crafted from dark, walnut-like wood, complementing the grandiose yet refined aesthetic.
Towering, tent-like rooftops adorned with bas-relief carvings, barely distinguishable from the surrounding walls, gave the structures a noble, courtly elegance—subtle yet profound in their expression.
From a slanted perspective across Administrative Plaza, one could gaze upon the Qlipoth Fort, suspended high in the sky. In the golden glow of dusk, the palace—the seat of ultimate authority in the Jarilo system—shone like a star, like a moon, an ethereal vision of grandeur.
To Fia, raised in an entirely different world, such fantastical beauty was beyond imagination.
The invitations detailed guest numbers and entry procedures with remarkable clarity, ensuring that even the unfamiliar could simply ask one of the uniformed, blade-bearing attendants stationed throughout the venue for guidance.
As the Grand Princess and heir to the throne, Fia was no stranger to grand ceremonies in the Sterbe Empire. Yet, none of them compared to the sheer scale and majesty of tonight’s banquet.
She had no doubt that the entire Administrative District Plaza could easily accommodate her nation’s entire military force.
It’s… enormous…
Upon arrival, every civilization’s leader was handed a badge by the Psionic Honor Guard stationed at the entrance.
Each badge was inscribed with the guest’s civilization’s name and national emblem, and below it, a short silk ribbon embroidered with the wearer’s name and title.
Even among unfamiliar dignitaries, these badges ensured that identities could be recognized at a glance.
Apparently, these ribbons were called insignia sashes…
That Governor sure is thoughtful.
Fia absentmindedly touched the badge on her chest, her fingers tracing the Sterbeian script embroidered on the sash:
“Fia·Kedchin·Peris.”
While translation beacons could convert written text, who wouldn’t prefer to see their civilization’s script acknowledged and preserved?
In that moment, her anticipation for meeting the Governor grew.
Every invited guest had been assigned a private suite near the venue to rest before the banquet.
Fia, gazing out through the floor-to-ceiling windows, soon noticed a group emerging from the Qlipoth Fort’s spiral staircase, engaged in casual conversation.
Her mismatched eyes gleamed with interest as her vision instinctively zoomed in, sharpening her focus.
Leading the group were two towering men—one with black hair and dark eyes, his expression warm and smiling, while the other had gray hair, golden eyes, and a single tear-shaped mole near his eye.
Their attire stood out.
The gray-haired, golden-eyed man’s clothing bore some stylistic differences from Belobog’s customary fashion, whereas the black-haired youth blended in more seamlessly.
But more importantly…
The black-haired man wasn’t wearing a badge or an insignia sash.
Frowning slightly, Fia examined the gray-haired man’s badge instead.
The golden embroidery read:
“Jing Yuan”
“General of the Xianzhou Luofu’s – The Divine Foresight”
“★”
Clearly, this “Jing Yuan” was the leader of Xianzhou Luofu—Fia recalled that the Honor Guard escort had informed her that the “★” symbol denoted an absolute ruler, whereas “☆” represented a secondary leader.
Her own sash bore a “☆” because she was merely the heir, not the sitting Emperor of Sterbe.
So then…
That black-haired youth must be the Imperial Governor.
Just as Fia’s heart surged with excitement at the realization—at finally laying eyes on the Empire’s Governor in person—
Both Jing Yuan and the black-haired man turned to look directly at her.
It was instantaneous.
The moment their eyes met, the Governor—Chen Lin—casually raised a hand and…
Snapped his fingers.
“Ah—!”
A sharp gasp escaped Fia’s lips as her amplified vision suddenly snapped back to normal.
A faint sting lingered in her eyes, prompting her to rub them gently, her pale forehead already glistening with a fine sheen of sweat.
In that moment—her unique, Void-granted ability had been seen through and countered in an instant.
And whatever the Governor had done, it had forcibly severed her power’s activation—
It felt like someone had reached out from across the distance and lightly flicked her eye.
No… it was far more terrifying than that.
Fia knew exactly what that sudden jolt to her soul meant.
Somehow, the Governor’s power had traveled through her ability and penetrated her very spirit.
Had he wished, he could have done far worse than momentarily disabling her sight.
If he truly willed it, Fia wasn’t sure if she would have survived the encounter intact.
“How… how did he do that?!”
Inside the small room, Fia sat in stunned silence, her thoughts racing.
Until now, not even her mother—one of the most powerful individuals she knew—had ever noticed her gaze. She had always assumed that certain abilities might be detected, but surely something as simple as enhanced vision should have gone unnoticed…
And yet, those two leaders had exposed her in an instant.
Fia pressed her lips together, withdrew her gaze, and resolved not to look around carelessly anymore.
Not long after, all the civilization leaders gathered in the lounge at the Imperial Grand Hotel.
Suddenly, a stirring, thunderous melody erupted, as if waves of sound were surging and clashing, filled with raw passion and unyielding strength.
Everyone knew what it meant.
It was time to depart.
Fia rose to her feet, adjusting the fabric of her black ceremonial gown. Her expression returned to its usual cold and imposing state, her wild and untamed aura completely unrestrained.
The moment she stepped out of the lounge, she nearly collided with a towering figure.
Fia swiftly stepped back, avoiding the crash just in time. Her brows furrowed as she looked up—only to see the man halt in place, turning his gaze toward her.
Son of a… Fia mentally cursed in Sterbian, though she kept her expression neutral.
The man was middle-aged, clad in a sleek black formal suit, wearing glasses, and exuding an air of rigid seriousness.
Noticing that he was reading the insignia on her chest, Fia instinctively glanced at his.
“Rilu”
“Morav XIX”
“Emperor, Chancellor of the Royal Council”
“★”
Fia had spent a great deal of time studying information on other civilizations in preparation for this event. As she was trying to recall what she knew about this “Rilu”, the man suddenly spoke.
“My deepest apologies, my lady. I regret my momentary lapse in awareness and any offense it may have caused. Please accept my sincerest apologies, Princess Fia Kedchin Peris.”
Fia blinked. He was unexpectedly polite.
“Chancellor Morav, I bear some fault as well. Please, go ahead.” She gestured for him to proceed.
“Please.”
With impeccable decorum, the man bowed slightly before walking past her.
And yet… Fia couldn’t shake the strange feeling lingering in her mind.
His eyes appeared courteous and respectful, but…
Fia’s abilities allowed her to sense emotions that others could not. And when he addressed her as “my lady”, she had felt it—
A fleeting, almost imperceptible trace of disgust.
He hates me?
What the hell for? Does he think I’m not attractive enough?
A flash of irritation surged within her.
A primal, instinctual urge bubbled up—an urge to rip him apart with her bare hands.
Oh? Looking down on me, are we?
It wasn’t as though she hadn’t met the families of other civilization leaders before. And frankly, she was quite confident in her own appearance.
At least within the Imperial Grand Hotel, no one was more beautiful than her.
This was largely thanks to the bloodline of the Peris family.
Before the Interastral Peace Corporation had arrived on Sterbe, the Peris clan was the most striking lineage among all the tribes. They were members of the Lepu species (wolf-kin) and possessed extraordinary beauty.
In some generations, their bloodline had even produced warriors so mesmerizing in appearance that merely gazing upon them could ignite their soldiers’ battle spirit.
Unfortunately, the Peris family suffered extremely high child mortality rates before the age of five, and their birth rates were abysmally low. Many branches of the family had gone extinct due to generations of childless heirs.
Her mother, in fact, had been over a hundred years old before she finally conceived Fia. All of her other children had succumbed to strange illnesses, leaving Fia as the sole surviving heir to the Sterbe Autocratic Empire.
Yet, despite these flaws, every surviving Peris family member was an undeniable genius.
Every single one of them.
The men were unrivaled in handsomeness, the women breathtaking beyond compare—without exception.
Even the Interastral Peace Corporation’s staff, who hailed from various civilizations, couldn’t help but stare slack-jawed at her and her mother when they visited.
That alone was enough proof that her people’s beauty aligned with interstellar standards—so then…
If that man wasn’t disgusted by her appearance… what exactly did he hate?
Still pondering this mystery, Fia followed the entrance procedures into the banquet hall.
Once seated, the Imperial Governor rose from the host’s seat and ascended the stage.
His speech was official in tone, addressing the great challenges faced by interstellar civilizations today. He spoke of war-ravaged star sectors, of entire epochs passing without peace, and of countless innocent lives lost or displaced, many falling prey to slavers and violence in a grim, uncertain future…
To the more developed civilizations, these words were little more than empty rhetoric.
The galaxy was vast. With hundreds of billions of civilizations, internal and external conflicts were inevitable.
Even the Interastral Peace Corporation couldn’t prevent it.
Then, Chen Lin raised a topic that commanded the attention of every leader present:
The mysterious “Nano Plague Crisis.”
“The Empire has dispatched research vessels for close-range investigation,” he stated. “The results confirm that these nano-lifeforms originate from the L Gate—a structure sealed long ago by an ancient, unknown civilization. It serves as a portal to unexplored star sectors…”
“To date, over twenty star systems have been completely consumed by Nano Nebulae, cutting off all communication with the outside world. No amount of effort has yielded information on what lies within.”
“But one thing is certain—the odds of survival are grim.”
Chen Lin paused before continuing.
“Recently, Imperial research stations have made a critical breakthrough. After discussions between Minister Topaz and the Genius Society, we have reached the same conclusion:
The seal on the L Gate is weakening.
“And when it fails, the [Gray Tempest] will no longer be confined—it will come for your worlds, for my world, for all of us.”
A wave of shock rippled through the banquet hall.
Expressions darkened.
Even the Interastral Peace Corporation had been left behind by the Empire’s technological advancements.
If the Empire claimed the threat was spreading…
Who wouldn’t be alarmed?
Under the corporation’s relentless media coverage, the Nano Plague had become infamous—a plague capable of infecting all matter.
Several leaders present had conducted trade with now-lost civilizations.
They feared this unknown menace more than anyone.
Seated at the banquet table, Fia locked her eyes on the young Governor.
Though Sterbe’s intelligence network was weak, she wasn’t blind.
The leaders’ reactions said it all.
This crisis was far more dangerous than the Empire had let on.
And if it was this terrifying…
So… what exactly does the Empire intend to do?
Fia remained silent, listening intently. She knew the real answer was coming next.
Sure enough, after a brief pause, Chen Lin’s expression grew solemn as he spoke:
“Therefore, the Empire will no longer stand idly by.
“All our civilizations exist within this vast sea of stars. If we continue to let cultural and linguistic divisions separate us, then we are nothing more than isolated vessels adrift in a raging tide—destined to be swallowed by the waves.”
“As such, the Empire will collaborate with Xianzhou Luofu to establish a new interstellar order centered on cooperation and mutual benefit. We must boldly rethink the current models of interstellar governance and move beyond outdated, winner-takes-all mentalities. Instead, we must embrace a new philosophy—one that champions shared success.”
“All participating nations will be treated as equal partners, jointly deciding project planning and administration, ensuring that all parties benefit fairly.”
“The Empire and Xianzhou Luofu are committed to an open and sustainable approach, guaranteeing transparency in every initiative and ensuring that each project prioritizes environmental and social stability.”
“We all share the same universe. The stars belong to every civilization. And in truth, our fates are deeply intertwined.”
“To secure our future, we must foster cultural exchange and mutual understanding, stand united against common threats, and pave the way for shared prosperity.
“The sea of stars belongs to all civilizations. The Empire is but one among them.
“Through unity, we shall forge a future together!
“The Starborne Collective will enable civilizations to learn from one another, to build a diverse and inclusive interstellar community!”
“…”
As Chen Lin spoke, a maid discreetly approached and handed a leather-bound dossier to each leader at the banquet table.
Opening the book, Fia was stunned.
Inside lay a meticulously designed framework for an immense new organization.
Each department was clearly structured, with well-defined powers and responsibilities distributed across various divisions.
Having personally assisted in state affairs before her mother fell ill, Fia immediately recognized the sheer scale of effort required to construct such a system.
And more importantly…
She understood exactly what it meant.
This wasn’t just another trade network like the one controlled by the Interastral Peace Corporation.
If implemented, this political structure would unite civilizations across the galaxy—not just economically, but politically.
And that…
That would create a force beyond imagination.
After all, the proposal required every participating nation to contribute military forces in designated proportions…
An army known as the “Starborne Peacekeeping Corps.”
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T/N: wowza chapter 300, 15 bonus chapters left!
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