Chapter 170 Plundering This World

The woman in the white robe's voice trembled slightly.

Was everything planned from the start? Taking advantage of the Star Palace Elders' fear of Ning Shuyin, they lured her to the K100 Ruins.

Their plot to harm her was actually part of a plan by those in power.

"Yunxi, do as I say. Use the Star Palace's vision to continue observing her closely. Report to me promptly on how she thinks, how she acts, and how she repeatedly disrupts the established plot of this world."

The rotation of the dodecahedron reached a certain speed and then slowed down again.

"Through this link, our will will eventually replace her and plunder this world."

——

The Royal Society, a private laboratory.

A faint scent of sedatives filled the air.

Loran stood in front of the workbench, his slender, gloved fingers hovering above a row of reagents.

"Energy purity 98.5%." He read the data in a low voice, reaching for the stabilizer on the left.

However, the moment his fingertips touched the cold test tube, his movements inexplicably paused.

An image flashed through his mind without warning—the petite figure blocking his way in the K100 ruins, and the black energy lines that kept running under her skin.

He squeezed the test tube too tightly, and the material couldn't bear the weight.

"Smack!"

Glass shards littered the table. He grabbed the research waste cleaner in frustration.

He turned on the cleaner, and a special suction force instantly cleaned the broken glass shards on the table and the reagent liquid on his gloves.

The test bench was so clean it looked as if nothing had ever happened.

However, his brows were tightly furrowed.

How many times has this happened recently? Her image kept flashing through his mind uncontrollably. He was distracted time and time again, and yesterday afternoon he almost caused a major disaster.

"Damn it."

He irritably threw the cleaner back onto the shelf.

He tried to attribute this situation to the aftereffects of the damage to his consciousness.

But as a top medical genius, he knew better than anyone what was going on.

The problem lies in his heart.

Just then, the light brain on my wrist vibrated and a red holographic pop-up appeared.

It is the official information system of the Rose Society.

[Dear Mr. Loran, the system has detected that your original dating match, Ning Shuyin, has had her citizenship revoked (status: deceased).]

You can reset your dating pool; a new pool is now available. Would you like to start a new round of forced dating now?

Loran's eyes flickered as he looked at the glaring word "death".

She disappeared, and everything in the league's records was wiped clean.

Rose will send him a message every day since then, reminding him to start a new match.

But every time he sees the words "reset dating matchmaking," he feels extremely irritated.

"Open?" Loran sneered, pointed to "No" with his finger, and casually set the Rose Society's notifications to be permanently blocked. "No one can take up my time."

"Xiao Lan," he called out.

A round, white spherical robot slid in from the corner.

"I'm heading to Shadow Abyss Auction House. Prepare my combat gear." Loran took off his white research protective suit, revealing a black shirt underneath.

[Received, Master! Xiaolan will go get it right away!]

The robot slid in circles toward the storage compartment, and a moment later, its robotic arm slid back carrying a black waterproof bag.

Loran took the bag without even glancing at it, then turned and left the lab.

...

Panacea flew away from Planet A and entered a stable cruise mode, heading towards the first jump point.

Loran sat in the rest area of ​​the command module and poured himself a glass of ice water. The cold liquid slid down his throat, cooling his agitated emotions slightly.

He opened the black bag, preparing to do a final check on the medicines and weapons he had brought with him.

However, the protective cap was detached, and the bag contained neither the neatly arranged vials of medicine nor the hilt of his lightsaber.

Inside lay a pile of garbage.

An old, yellowed lab record board with traces of chemical corrosion, an old-fashioned portable star charter, and a medical school badge.

On the outermost layer of the bag was a small, damaged, gray-black box, which contained the exhausted Disaster Relief.

At the bottom of the box, there was a lone pale pink flower-shaped button.

His face darkened, and he reached out and pinched the button.

This was the button from his shirt pocket that got caught on her dress during their first date. A disastrous farce.

At that time, she was just a weak and ordinary person with no strength to even kill a chicken.

He should have thrown it away a long time ago.

"Xiao Lan." He gritted his teeth as he answered the internal communications.

【Owner. 】

"I told you to get the combat supplies bag, and what did you give me? A bunch of junk that should have been disposed of a long time ago?"

[Master, my judgment was wrong. The bag contained items that would cause you significant attention and emotional distress, leading to the incorrect packing. We will dispatch a logistics aircraft to deliver the replacement bag.]

Loran: "..."

He took a deep breath and cut off the communication.

“Artificial stupidity,” he muttered under his breath. “The intelligence module is still stuck in the era of 500 years ago.”

I did consider replacing Xiaolan, but in the end I couldn't bear to.

This was the only memento left by his sister. That stubborn woman, when writing Xiaolan's core code, wrote too much logic that he considered extremely foolish.

My fingers hovered over the recycling bin for a long time before finally slowly pulling back and clenching them tightly.

The edge of the button pricked his palm, causing a sharp pain.

Loran leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and looked at himself with a self-deprecating expression, as if he were mocking himself.

He considered himself the most level-headed and rational scientist in the alliance. Everything, in his eyes, was just a pile of data, but…

"We've already broken up, we've already decided to forget..."

Why is that shadow, like this damn button, hidden somewhere, and I just can't get rid of it?

The spaceship's engines roared low as it carried him toward the chaotic and disordered outer star system.

——

Three days later.

Beyond the Star Realm, at the Shadow Abyss Auction House.

Unlike the low-key "Raven's Nest" auction house, which only has a portal as the entrance.

The Shadow Abyss Auction House is built within a palace, a work of art in itself. Rare crystals form the bricks, and precious minerals the beams.

Only VIPs with special invitations can pass through the invisible force field barrier and sail into its docking port.

Today, the Alliance's annual auction is being held here, and the attendees are all prominent figures in the star-studded domains or top-tier powerhouses.

Ning Shuyin, wearing a half-face mask studded with jewels, walked arm in arm with Caesar in the corridor leading to the main auction hall.

She wore a V-neck white silk dress, the hem swaying with her steps like flowing melting snow.

Caesar abandoned his usual flamboyance, wearing a well-tailored, understated black suit, his long golden hair braided and tied back.

“Little one, put this on.” Caesar whispered in her ear.

A shawl with a slight spatial distortion function was draped over her. This could slightly distort the visual perception of those around her, providing additional cover for her identity.