Shadows of the Deep Space Chapter 1689 538: Beginning_5

"No need—the revised V-type Gene Potion relies on diluted plant extracts, needing only a modest quantity. The supplies I possess are sufficient for producing ten portions of the enhanced Gene Potion. Yet, Star Spirit Blood is needed in vast amounts, and we're completely out, so you'll have to procure some. Regarding the standard Gene Potion, I've crafted just three doses, distributed to certain key figures."

Dr. Blakes informed Su Ming.

"Okay!"

Su Ming answered with delight; acquiring Star Spirit Blood posed no issue for him.

"Additionally, I'm working on the VI-type Gene Potion now, so watch for unusual plants across the cosmos."

"Which types?"

"Any VI-type plant works!"

"Got it."

"Hm."

Dr. Blakes ended the call shortly after.

Su Ming drew a deep breath before facing Rhein, stationed nearby.

"Rhein, this spot's yours to handle. Remain here with a team at Dark Moon Port and manage affairs!"

"Don't worry, where there are people, there's home!"

Rhein assured him swiftly.

Su Ming addressed Onite next.

"Onite, transfer Ilyas and the provisions to Thunder Extreme—you're joining us too."

"Understood."

Onite paused briefly in surprise yet replied without delay.

With instructions issued, Su Ming faced Timi.

"When preparations are complete, set course for Crimson Country!"

"Yes!"

Timi affirmed instantly.

....

Hours passed.

The Star Destroyer Thunder Extreme rose steadily, departing Dark Moon Port into the void of space. Activating its Superluminal Flight Device, it slipped into Subspace and vanished from sight.

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Beyond the Black Flame Star Defense Line.

Myriad transport ships and crafts clustered in the distant starfield.

These ships bore markings of diverse Neutral Countries and corporate entities on their hulls.

Having escaped the Danube Star Sea, they sought the Federation's shelter, yet all were halted outside, barred from entry.

Meanwhile, atop the Immigration Hall Observation Deck at Black Flame Star Headquarters.

Lord Rosaga gazed down at the reception area below, hands clasped behind him.

A throng packed the floor beneath, seeking refuge: rulers of Neutral Countries, council heads, nobles, merchants.

"Lord Rosaga, every asylum seeker not yet aligned with the Federation is assembled downstairs."

Vice City Lord Max reported deferentially.

Lord Rosaga viewed them like mere insects and spoke in icy tones.

"Mere ants—they actually believe the Federation hands out free aid. Gaining asylum isn't that simple."

"Fear not, my Lord; I've set all in motion to meet your expectations perfectly."

Vice City Lord Max grinned.

"See that you do—don't disappoint me."

Lord Rosaga shot back coldly.

In the prior voting fiasco, he'd betrayed Farren City Lord, and though forgiven afterward.

Grudges linger; his position remains precarious. He needed this chance to secure advantages for easier dealings ahead.

"Yes."

Vice City Lord Max answered at once.

Lord Rosaga pivoted and departed.

...

Within the reception hall.

Clusters of Neutral Country officials in opulent attire of varied fashions gathered in the chamber.

Anxiety, terror, and dread etched their features.

A closer look revealed Kviten Neutral Country's Billco Country Master, Abay Kingdom's Baisan Country Lord, and more.

Monica, Vox, Jason, Jenny, and company mingled in the masses, accompanied however.

Nearby loomed richly attired nobles, standout among them an aged crowned figure with weary visage and hollow gaze.

This elder was Awahog Kingdom's Hotega Country Lord.

Up front stood a raised dais where Black Flame City's Roli Chief perched, face devoid of feeling as he eyed the multitude below.

Vice City Lord Max's offspring, Isawen, then entered the hall, ascended the stage, and murmured to Roli Chief.

"Got it."

Roli Chief dipped his head faintly before descending.

Isawen took the stage, beaming widely while scanning the fretful throng like sheep ripe for the shear.

Shortly, Roli Chief approached Vox and kin, voice frigid.

"Hear this: Dragon White President's orders are here. Federation accepts only those from Neutral Countries within its fold; others stay out!"

His words unleashed chaos—cries and begs exploded from the crowd.

"Lord Roli, show pity!"

"Yes, offer us refuge!"

"Dark Star Empire's invasion looms."

"We've got no other sanctuary!"

...

"Silence! All of you, quiet down!"

Roli Chief bellowed at them.

The boisterous space hushed instantly, all eyes on Roli Chief.

"I see your plight, truly wish to aid you. Yet Dragon White President's decree stands—disobeying is grave."

Roli Chief lamented to the assembly.

The Country Lords despaired upon hearing it.

Suddenly, Roli Chief shifted his demeanor.

"But fortune smiles—you're blessed! Our Lord City Master, ever compassionate, can't stomach your bondage to Dark Star Empire, so he'll grant mercy!"

"Really?"

Hope flickered in the crowd as they queried.

"Absolutely true, yet nothing comes gratis—our Lord risks much, so ought you express thanks?"