Chapter 271: New Hope, Public Opinion Explosion!

"They finally sent it to me!"

Male God could not wait, he teleported on the spot and switched accounts.

After getting up from the new hibernation pod, he found that all the players curiously looking at him had turned into Hobbits.

All common items, such as drinking cups, tables, chairs, and computers, were more than three sizes smaller!

Male God’s body was 3.36 meters tall and weighed 820 kilograms. Even among the Radiant Race, he was an absolutely large build.

His upper arm was thicker than a prairie's waist, and the latter was already a strong man among humans!

Even a tiger standing next to him would instantly turn into a Hakimi.

"Oh, this height and stride, it will take some time to re-adapt—"

Male God said in a humblebragging tone, while looking down at himself and clenching his fists.

This strength definitely exceeded 150!

Strong!

Unreasonably strong!

After putting on this strong and powerful body, it was easy to have the illusion of being omnipotent. In actual combat, he needed to constantly remind himself that he was still mortal.

Otherwise, he would really dare to cosplay as Hulk, tear tanks apart with his bare hands, and try bending cannon barrels.

"Phew! This physique, plus this bio-armor, it feels really good!"

Players who were still considering whether to change races were somewhat tempted after seeing Male God's buyer's review.

"But have you heard? It seems that the original name of this race was not Radiant Race, but Super Cockroach People!"

"Hiss—who told you that?"

"Dan Ta, she said Sister Xue told her."

"Didn't Sister Xue develop the new race?"

"Yes!"

"Hmm—if this new race were completely brown, don't tell me, don't tell me—"

"Holy crap! I don't want to be a Lingnan Twin Ponytail! If there's even a little cockroach gene, I'll never team up with Male God again!"

"Actually, cockroaches and humans are both Earth species, and in terms of genes, they share at least 30% similarity."

"...Can you please not state such unpleasant facts so seriously!"

"Get lost, get lost!"

Male God was unhappy.

"What cockroach people! These are Dragon Race, Dragonkin! Understand? From now on, I'll lead you guys to form a Dragon Race battle group, specifically responsible for breakthroughs!"

Before the new race was officially launched, Sister Xue added some editable "face-sculpting" content to the Radiant Race, allowing players to add horn-like structures to their heads to help distinguish each other and avoid face blindness.

The heads of this race were already similar to Earth's reptiles, and with the addition of horns and a mouthful of sharp fangs, they indeed had a dragon-like appearance.

"Male God! Your custom weapons have arrived too!"

A forklift carrying a large box drove into the warehouse where the branch was located.

Now, this warehouse was quite crowded, and Qun Qing was planning to rent or purchase a real office building.

Male God opened the box and saw that it contained combat suits and vest-style armor specifically for the Radiant Race.

Although the latter did not have power functions, it integrated a small nuclear reactor and a Zero Element Furnace to power weapons. The overall volume was not small, like carrying a small refrigerator on one's back.

As for weapons, they were new products from Jubian's apprentices on Li Star, including a gravity war hammer, a plasma power claw, and two electromagnetic shoulder cannons.

"I feel like I'm invincible!" Male God excitedly patted his chest, making a thumping sound on the bio-armor. "Later, my brothers will charge with me!"

In the afternoon,

Qun Qing came to "Purgatory," went directly into the backstage office, and found Anya.

"Oh, are you coming to play so early today?"

She often came here and enjoyed the nightclub atmosphere of "Purgatory." She also got along very well with Anya, and the two had long become good friends. The security guards regarded her as a distinguished guest; not only would they not stop her for inspection, but they would also bow their heads in salute.

"I still have serious business!"

Qun Qing took out a memory card, looked at Anya with a smile, and shook it mysteriously.

"This is—"

"Mr. Sang's criminal evidence, the conclusive evidence that Apollo is Dark Sun!"

"So fast!?"

Anya leaned back tactically, her entire body resting against the back of the chair.

She knew that the Executive Officer was going to act against the starfield suspected of being Dark Sun's headquarters, but she never expected it to be so swift.

"You Cangyuan, you really can bring surprises. Take a look at the content. If there are no problems, I'll hand this over to North Star TV Station."

Anya raised a hand.

"No need, I trust the Executive Officer's decision."

She lowered her head and thought for a moment.

"How about this, my people here still need a few hours to prepare. Tonight, I'll go to North Star TV Station with you, and then,

we'll start the operation we've been preparing for."

At nine o'clock that evening, "Purgatory" was as lively as usual.

Citizens on the space station, following a unified schedule, finished their day's work and entered their leisure time.

Suddenly, the noisy music disappeared, and the dancers also stopped at the request of the manager. All the large screens and holographic projections surrounding the nightclub switched to North Star TV Station.

"Dear viewers, we are now broadcasting a major breaking news report."

The screen showed a fleet orbiting a planet. The planet below looked very unusual, reflecting a metallic luster.

"My God, that's—a Ruined Planet!"

"Purgatory" was, after all, a gathering place for many talents, and a professional adventurer immediately recognized it.

"You mean, those planets where the entire surface is covered by cities?"

"Precisely! Such planets are also called Ideal Cities. In the golden age, they were at least sector capitals, one in ten thousand! The population density and the number of valuable artifacts are tens of thousands of times that of a typical wasteland world! I thought such planets were just a legend, I never expected them to actually exist—"

"Who discovered it? Where is it?"

Hearing about tens of thousands of times the density of artifacts, other adventurers and owners of archaeological excavation companies immediately expressed that they couldn't sit still. The news program continued.

"What you are seeing now is a hidden planet called Ruins Star. Cangyuan Future Technology found the headquarters of the Dark Sun Pirates here and completely destroyed it yesterday, capturing its leader alive."

Cangyuan again?!

The crowd was in an uproar.

"No, the Dark Sun Pirates are very large-scale! They are one of Star Alliance's most dangerous pirate groups! Just like that—gone!?"

It was well-known that every Cangyuan warship could conduct superluminal communication, so people did not doubt the timeliness of the news.

"Does 'leader' refer to the pirate captain, or the mastermind Mr. Sang?"

Someone shouted, then quietly retreated back into the crowd.

Many of these "Purgatory" regulars knew that Mr. Sang was actually the boss of Dark Sun, but those who often spread this rumor did not end well.

The camera shifted, entering the surface of Ruins Star.

Bianca, a reporter familiar to New Hope citizens, appeared on screen, with nuclear mushroom clouds in the background that had not yet fully dissipated.

"This modified abandoned building behind me is Dark Sun's long-standing headquarters! It has been occupied by Cangyuan's warriors, and I'll take everyone inside to see."

She first had the cameraman show the surrounding scenery. The two stood on the rooftop of the gigantic building where Dark Sun previously berthed warships, reporting. Now, Cangyuan's Strong Transport was docked there.

Bianca walked along a long, narrow metal walkway added by Dark Sun, entering the Dark Sun headquarters building from a height of hundreds of meters above the ground.

The guests of "Purgatory" kept letting out low gasps.

Inside the building floors, which had been converted into hangars, several fighter jets were parked in a state of repair.

The pilots, under the guard of power-armored Soldiers, crouched together, facing the camera, admitting their identity as Dark Sun Pirates.

Although the audience did not recognize Chinese characters, they knew that the word "Cangyuan" on the chests of those power-armored Soldiers was the symbol of that pre-disaster T0-level cosmic mega-corporation!

"It really is Cangyuan!"

"No, it's not enough evidence! Where's Dark Sun's leader?"

A guest excitedly stood up from the VIP booth area. As a merchant from the Free Trade Alliance, he had also had his goods robbed by Dark Sun and hated these rampant pirates the most.

Bianca did not disappoint him. She took the elevator upstairs to Mr. Sang's office.

The former Star Alliance overlord, New Hope's "pride," outstanding citizen representative, honored guest of the official Chamber of Commerce and Council, and the creator and largest shareholder of the interstellar colonization development company Apollo, was now utterly dejected.

Mr. Sang was being held at gunpoint by a prairie who was more than a head taller than him. His eyes were dull, he was cowering, his left hand was clutching his head, and his right hand pointed to his personal computer on the desk, incriminating himself.

This extreme contrast brought extreme shock.

Cangyuan dealing with such a figure was like a security officer dealing with a hooligan in an alley; it didn't matter what your social status was before, they didn't give any face at all!

But then again, it did fit the identity of this mega-corporation, haha!

"What's in the computer? Tell the reporter!"

The prairie poked Mr. Sang's back with a Soldier's electromagnetic cannon. The latter knelt down in front of the computer, his expression as if he had eaten a bitter gourd.

"Inside are our past and unexecuted robbery plans—"

"Can't hear you! Louder!!"

"These are the criminal evidences of my subordinate Dark Sun Pirates! I am the actual leader of the Dark Sun Pirates, and all pirate operations were planned by me behind the scenes!"

Mr. Sang was completely disheartened. After shouting this sentence hoarsely, he deflated, instantly aging ten years.

"Good! Good!"

More merchants who had been deeply harmed by Dark Sun stood up.

"Now the truth is finally revealed! Long live Cangyuan!"

"#!+"

More than a dozen people suddenly stood up, as if startled, and tried to flee "Purgatory" in disarray.

"Stop those bastards! They must be Apollo employees!"

The merchants unhesitatingly pulled out their pistols and fired, striking down the slowest runners.

Immediately, the dancers' screams and the cheers and boos of other guests merged into one.

Regardless of their previous impression of Apollo, watching a spectacle was human nature, and no one would refuse a good show delivered to their doorstep.

Who isn't a fun-seeker!

The act of directly firing a gun violated "Purgatory's" "no violence" principle, but the security guards, following Anya's prior instructions, simply watched it all silently and did not intervene.

The actions of the Apollo employees also reminded those adventurers who reacted quickly enough.

Oh right!

Dark Sun was finished, and Mr. Sang was finished.

Then, Apollo's headquarters here in New Hope must also be nearing its end!

It was now a magnificent castle in the air, having lost its foundation. The wealth and assets within it could be considered for a change of ownership!

Realizing this, some well-known adventurers revealed their identities, proved they were not Apollo employees by facial recognition, left "Purgatory," and rushed towards Apollo's headquarters with their subordinates and weapons.

At the same time, the New Hope Council urgently summoned its members.

However, several council members did not respond to the summons; they were all Anya's allies.

"Impossible!"

In the Council building, the Speaker looked at the news on the screen and angrily slammed the table.

He had already felt the impending doom.

"A disaster—a complete and utter public trust disaster! We must do everything possible to minimize the loss of governing prestige! At all costs! We must act!"

Station Master MacMillan was very anxious.

"All space station under martial law!" the Speaker said in a deep voice. "Summon the security forces!"