Chapter 141: Endless Cards

When they were alone in this small space, Fitzgerald leaned over and gave Su Xi a questioning look.

Su Xi smiled, shook her head and didn't answer, but tilted her head back and gave him a kiss, on the small scales on the side of his face that had a cold sheen.

Fitzgerald no longer pursued her private actions with Holderman, but just told her:

"The outer ring of the floating island needs to be expanded, and if the inner island needs any supplies or renovations, please contact Albert. There is no need to go out unless necessary."

"I know. What about you?"

"Don't worry about me." Fitzgerald pulled her out of the pool and took out a new piece of clothing for the staff from the square box prepared by Chris with one hand. Then he rummaged in the box a few more times and deftly threw a fluffy towel over her head.

He changed her wet clothes with an expressionless face.

"good."

Su Xi stood there obediently, but when his mutated long tail was about to be withdrawn, she hugged it tightly!

"Fitz, don't worry about me. I can take care of myself!" She raised her head and smiled at him. Her soft little hands curiously took the opportunity to touch the cool tail scales twice. She said, "Besides, the authority you gave me is enough to mobilize most of the First Fortress's troops. What do I have to worry about?"

"Yeah." Her eyes were half-closed, hiding the strange light floating in her pupils. The hands that were stained with blood and reaping lives a moment ago were now gently wiping her wet hair with a soft towel.

Su Xi curiously touched the barbs on the long tail. Although the touch here was similar to the scales, there seemed to be some mucus at the junction. She smeared a little with her finger and held it in front of her eyes for a careful observation, but found that it was not liquid, but more like a semi-gelatinous substance like the 'U medium' that connects with the spirit...

"Let go!" Fitz gave her a nasty look and rarely scolded her: "Don't touch me!"

The barbs on his mutated tail were sharp, and although he had carefully and submissively retracted it, it was still sharp enough to cut gold and jade. He wanted to pull it out of the arms of a certain bad boy, but he didn't dare to use too much force.

Su Xi just hugged his tail and smiled, her eyebrows curved as she carefully examined his cold and alienated profile.

She found him very pleasing to the eye at this moment. Unlike the former heir to the empire who always had a cold and inhuman expression, although he still had a cold face now, his pheromones were full of arrogance and oppression.

But how should I put it...it seems to have a little more human warmth.

I would be irritated and unhappy, and would mind being seen by her in such a desperate state.

Su Xi clearly felt the slightly irritable resistance in his pheromones. He was very repulsed by her constant gaze on him, so much so that the strong lines in his arms were tense and almost stiff under her frank smile...

Su Xi smiled good-naturedly, and finally hugged his tail and kissed the brightest part of his scales before letting go. She then hugged his waist from the side.

"Let go!" Fitz said helplessly, "I should continue to soak in the gene pool, and you should hurry back to the floating island!"

Su Xi nimbly turned to him, stood on tiptoe and put herself in his arms. She teased him, "Wouldn't it be better if I could take a closer look at you? After you enter the gene pool again, it will take at least three days for you to see me again after you regain consciousness."

"What's so good about it?" Fitz said with a stern face, extremely unhappy, "You are not allowed to see it!"

Faced with his stern refusal and even his attempt to shrink back to the bottom of the gene pool, Su Xi was surprised that she still had a sense of humor that made her want to laugh.

She raised her eyes and met the nervousness and uneasiness that was unconsciously revealed in his abnormal vertical pupils.

Su Xi sighed in her heart, but hugged him even tighter, ignoring the painful exposed bone spurs, and ran her hands along the exposed barbs on his back, all the way to the third vertebra below the cervical vertebra, patting it gently.

She kissed his cold, hard scales and said with a choked voice, "But I think it looks good."

'Fitz,' she sighed in his mind, 'even if you look like this, you are still the most handsome in my eyes.'

Fitz's expression softened.

'I love it.'

The gentle confession, which was more straightforward than words, was like a straight shot that hit the alpha's vague and unspeakable emotions.

A smile slowly appeared in Fitzgerald's eyes.

He really wanted to kiss her, but he only pinched her waist and pressed her closer to his chest... As she caressed him lightly, his silver eyes narrowed slightly, and his flame-colored hair brushed against her slender neck.

The shadows of the two people on the ground slowly intertwined. At this moment, the only sound in this quiet underground base was the humming sound of the engineering robots repairing the mess.

Slowly, the huge and tall body of the beast switched to a semi-energized state in the hazy light. As the long tail of the beast swung slightly, it slid in circles in the shadows on the ground, holding the person in its arms tighter.

A brilliant energy glow fills this empty space.

It is also accompanied by some whispers between lovers.

The matter of the gene pool came to a temporary end in such a warm and tender atmosphere.

*

Central Galaxy. New Daily News Headquarters.

Since successfully reporting several popular news stories such as "Floating Island" and "The Imperial King safely returns with his destined omega from the Great Wilderness Star Region", the New Daily has leapt from an unknown folk tabloid to the most comprehensive information optical network in the universe, as well as the largest help platform for interactive public opinion.

"Editor-in-chief! Why did you withdraw my report?" A reporter rushed into the editor-in-chief's office angrily. "The floating island is undergoing massive construction. The original double-ring structure was already more luxurious than the first Queen Laya's sky garden. And now it is being expanded to a scale never seen before in the history of the empire... I can say that from the intelligence I have collected, the ultimate goal of the floating island's expansion will be an artificial planet equal to the size of Yindu!"

"This matter is so topical!" The reporter started to get excited as he spoke. "This is not only about His Highness showing his favor to his omega, but also involves the fact that Yindu has not approved His Highness's application for AO pairing and has insisted on completing the audition process of the 'Crown Concubine Selection'... The First Fortress and Yindu Fan Palace have been deadlocked on this matter..."

"Think about it, these are exactly what the public is most concerned about after dinner, and the topics that are most likely to bring traffic to the New Daily!"

However, he was so excited that he kept talking, but was interrupted by the editor behind the desk: "Don't always focus on the gossip about the floating island. Report more positive news~ For example, the 'Giant Whale' miraculously escaped from the sudden space-time storm and will arrive at the First Fortress Port tonight. After completing the repair of the boat, it will set out again..."

"Especially the rumors brought back by the Giant Whale..."

"Hasn't the company set up a high-value special bonus? The newly opened 'Doomsday Survival Channel' needs your reporting ability to dig out information like this even more."

The editor-in-chief of the New Daily News spoke slowly.

"Are you talking about the rumor of 'accelerated cosmic collapse'?" The reporter smiled uninterestedly, "The public won't be interested in it. Only a small number of young people with 'doomsday fantasies' will be interested in this topic!"

"Think about it, how many years have we, the humans of the New Era, dominated the current universe?"

"We have defeated the Zerg and completely marginalized the orcs in the Siren Galaxy. The initial algorithm of the 'Originator' allowed us to completely control the AI ​​mechanical race, which has been used by humans until now..."

"The general public now believes that the boundaries of the universe have been explored to the end, and the information about the 'Giant Whale' has no interest at all!"

"It's just that the exploration of the 'Giant Whale' was strongly supported by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, so it brought some heat... As for the specific results afterwards, no one really cares."

The reporter was exhausted from explaining that, from the perspective of the Empire's human resources management system, both his social contribution points and the Star Coins he earned were directly linked to the social impact of his current job.

His second-class citizen certificate was about to expire, and if he couldn't earn enough contribution points, his rank would drop.

So even though he knew it was wrong to get angry at his boss, he couldn't do anything about it.

"You are wrong," Paul, the editor-in-chief of the New Daily, slowly turned around from behind his swivel chair. He was the civilian alpha who took the panoramic photo of the floating island last time and was the first to report it.

He stood up and patted the reporter's shoulder soothingly.

"No one cares because the general public still doesn't understand what 'cosmic collapse' means? Those nobles who have received a little elite education have already begun selling off unnecessary industries..."

“But the official—” the reporter looked confused.

"Of course the authorities cannot say anything, but we are not completely an official media after all, so it is most appropriate for us to reveal this information."

"How about this, I'll give you some directions, and you can rewrite it. After all, our audience is still the common people below the middle-class nobility!"

"They are not interested in the popular science column, so let's start with some hot topics that they are interested in and use them to attract traffic to the new column."

Editor-in-Chief Paul added: "We can't talk about the First Fortress, but there are still many gossip topics to write about in Yindu. For example, our noble Queen Marlaina, although she claimed to have forgiven His Majesty Anthony, has never appeared in public since returning to the Central System. Rumor has it that she is still angry with His Majesty because of those beauties in the Brahma Palace?"

"Is it forgiveness or...some other reason?"

"And... as the only Beta Duke in the history of the Empire, why did he keep his door closed to visitors after his mission to the First Fortress, and only recently became prominent in the campaign to promote the 'Beta Equal Rights Act'? You know, Duke Nadel has always been on the side of 'Beta Equal Rights', but he is not that enthusiastic about it."

"What does this mean? Has he completely given up on his fight for the succession and is turning to the common people?"

"Oh! And... His Highness Fitzgerald's wedding, will it be before the expiration of the '50-year probation period for succession', or after he successfully succeeds to the throne?"

"All of these topics are fine!"

"The attitudes of the Brahma Palace and His Majesty Anthony are not clear at the moment, but the people are still very supportive of His Highness being able to successfully match an omega with pure human genes, except..."

The reporter frowned and said, "That lucky and noble omega lady, in addition to being officially confirmed to have pure human genes and an almost perfect AO match with His Highness—"

"There is no other more specific information. Even the report of the meeting with Her Majesty Marena two months ago only had a video clip of less than 15 seconds... and it was just a profile..."

"How do you want me to write it?"

"You can do it. I believe in your ability as a top reporter. Go ahead."

"But remember!" Paul's leisurely expression suddenly turned serious, "All the gossip topics are to drive traffic to our popular science column!"

"Are you talking about the latest 'Doomsday Collapse Escape Manual'?" The reporter shrugged in confusion, then compromised, "Okay."

He then quit the editor-in-chief's office.

The door just closed.

A real-time communication screen popped up on Paul's computer. In the screen was a beta female officer, Jenny, the director of the First Fortress's Foreign Affairs and Public Relations Department.

Paul was having a video conference with Jenny when a reporter suddenly broke in and interrupted them.

Jenny in the light curtain sent a document of approval to Paul. She nodded with great satisfaction: "Very good! I have read the proposal you submitted. You have a good sense of proportion. You must always pay attention to the subsequent public opinion control! In the first few rounds of confrontation, you only faced the guidance and attacks of those small media secretly supported by the Vatican. Later, the Vatican will definitely make an official statement. You must plan ahead."

"I understand. Don't worry." The editor-in-chief of the New Daily replied solemnly. Then he said hesitantly, "Regarding the news from the 'Giant Whale'..."

"The First Fortress is also waiting for the return of the 'Giant Whale'. If the final situation is..." Jenny paused, "I will definitely give you the three 'tickets' I promised you."

"Wait for news tonight!"

"But no matter what, your daily work remains as usual. Don't mess up! Do you understand?"

"clear."

This was the style of the First Fortress, and Paul understood it well.

The communication screen is disconnected.

The editor-in-chief of the New Daily, who had just taken office, turned his head and glanced at the blood-red sunset outside the window. He also understood why the First Fortress banned all media from reporting in detail on the floating island when the third exploration information of the "Giant Whale" was sent back.

Because the renovation of the three outer rings of the floating island is a complete military project.

Paul glanced at the old publication on his desk. It was the issue that promoted the transformation of the New Daily. The prominent picture that occupied the entire front page was a silhouette of a floating island at sunrise. The beautiful sky garden was full of a dreamy atmosphere. The title and text of the article all showed the absolute favor and show-off of an alpha to his destined spouse.

"How can this be a 'sky garden' showing off their love?" Paul's professional acumen allowed him to instantly determine the truth from the information. "This is like giving her an important trump card that concerns her life."

On the eve of the end of the world when the "collapse of the universe" has become a foregone conclusion, the floating island has become a secret ark for the preservation of species.

It is also the place that he, as a special contributor, can enter with the three "tickets" in his hand.