The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

But then again, no matter how anxious he was, it was all in vain.

All he could do was get to the outpost as quickly as possible and pass on the intelligence.

Whether the beings in the lower dimensions inside the Rift could hold out until reinforcements arrived was not his concern at all.

Time passed second by second.

Lorian had lost count of how many stars he had crossed and how many nebulae he had traversed.

The surrounding scenery gradually changed from the cold depths of space to a slightly more lively one.

Occasionally, one can see floating mineral belts and meteorite clusters.

This indicates that he is gradually approaching an area with traces of civilized activity.

"Um?"

However, at that moment, Lorian's body suddenly froze, and his smooth jumping motion came to an abrupt halt.

He stood on a small, grayish-white star, his golden eyes flickering slightly.

Look to the right front.

Yes, he sensed a fluctuation, not the chaotic and terrifying high-dimensional fluctuation from the direction of the Rift Abyss, but an energy characteristic that he was very familiar with.

The engine of the Starsea aircraft is fluctuating.

Moreover, he recognized the energy characteristics of this engine.

"In this direction?"

Lorian frowned, his mental energy instantly spreading out to probe the source of the fluctuation.

A few seconds later, he "saw" it.

In the distant sea of ​​stars, a massive starship is hurtling toward this direction at an incredible speed.

The starship was enormous, at least several kilometers long, and dark green all over, with smooth and aggressive lines.

Six massive thrusters on each side of the ship were operating at full power, leaving two long energy trails in their wake.

On the front of the starship, at the bow, is a huge emblem, a leaf.

But it wasn't an ordinary leaf; its shape was twisted and irregular, with a dark golden light flowing through its veins.

The edges of the leaves are serrated, making it look more like a weapon than a plant.

Lorian recognized the symbol.

"The Garden of Fallen Leaves?"

His brows furrowed suddenly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

The Fallen Leaf Court is a rather well-known faction in Star Hunter.

They call themselves "cleaners of the Starfall Divine Realm," but the forces around the Starfall Divine Realm are well aware of what they actually do.

To put it bluntly, they are a group of robbers who rob and plunder everywhere under various pretexts.

However, they are quite strong, so no one has been able to really do anything to them.

Normally, they are active on the outskirts of the major divine realms, specifically targeting remote areas with weak patrols.

They seize mineral veins and dimensional resources, and occasionally ambush lone rangers or merchant ships.

Lorian had dealt with them several times, and each time it was unpleasant.

But these are not the focus right now.

The key question is, how did the starship of the Fallen Leaf Garden end up here?

This area isn't too far from the Rift, so it shouldn't be considered a good hunting ground.

Resources are scarce, and the plane quality is poor; even Star Hunters wouldn't give it a second glance.

Could it be that they sensed something unusual happening on the other side of the Rift Abyss?

Lorian quickly considered various possibilities in his mind, but soon his attention shifted from "why" to something else—the Starship.

The starship of the Fallen Leaf Court must be equipped with a Starship Jump Engine.

If he could get his hands on that engine, even if it was just to borrow the warp function once.

This would reduce the remaining seven days of travel to about two days.

In the current situation, the difference between two days and seven days could be decisive.

Thinking of this, Lorian's hesitation lasted less than a second.

He is a Starsea Ranger, while Kuyeting is a Starsea Hunter wanted by the Starfall Divine Realm.

He took action without needing any further reason.

Moreover, the current situation is special; what is happening inside the Rift Abyss is related to the safety of the entire star field.

In urgent situations, one must act expediently; there's no time to worry about anything else.

Thinking of this, Lorian crouched down slightly.

The silver patterns on the white cloak instantly shone brightest, and a powerful force gathered within him.

A sharp glint flashed in his golden eyes.

The next moment, he disappeared.

Without leaving a trace or making a sound, it was like a shooting star merging into the sea of ​​stars.

However, on the surface of the gray-white star where he originally stood, a huge crack that ran across the entire planet was left.

……

Meanwhile, inside the Starship lobby, the lights were dim and the air was cold.

The smell of alcohol was strong and pungent in every corner.

In the center of the hall.

There were thousands of huge metal boxes piled up, some of which were half-open, revealing some faintly glowing ores and a few strangely shaped props inside.

In the corner, a dozen or so alien slaves wearing restraint collars were huddled together, trembling.

Amidst this pile of spoils, a woman in a bright yellow jacket sat on a worn-out leather sofa.

Her blonde hair was casually draped over her shoulders, her features were striking, but her eyes revealed a ruthless edge born from years of living on the edge.

Her name is Vera, and she is one of the most senior Star Hunters in the Fallen Leaf Court.

At that moment, Vera was holding a half-empty bottle and took a big gulp of wine with a look of annoyance.

"This is fucking crazy."

Vera wiped the wine stains from the corner of her mouth and pointed at the boxes in the hall, cursing, "We've been stuck in the Aaron system for three full months, without a single good night's sleep, and we finally managed to rob the [Ark Merchant Guild] caravan and make a killing!"

"So they've assigned us another mission? Sending us to wander around that godforsaken place, Rift Abyss?"

"Damn it... has Richard's brain been filled with pig shit?"

At this moment, there were still seven or eight Starsea Hunters scattered in the hall. Some were repairing weapons with some kind of tool, while others were taking stock of supplies.

Upon hearing Vera's words, the group stopped what they were doing and joined in the complaints.

"Yeah, boss, I also feel that Inspector General Charles did a bad job."

"I'm also puzzled. Logically speaking, since we did such a great job, we should have gotten rid of them before they could react. Why are we still being given tasks?"

"Nobody goes near Rift Abyss, not even scavengers! I really don't know what Richard was thinking?"

"That's right. What's there besides some dilapidated planes that aren't even level 100? The spatial barriers are as thin as paper, and void storms rise up from time to time. Going to that godforsaken place, you can't even get a hot meal of star beast meat, and the starship has to keep its shields on all the time to guard against spatial turbulence. It's a complete waste of engine energy."

Clearly, it wasn't just Vera; everyone was harboring resentment.

Unfortunately, despite their complaints, the rules of the Fallen Leaf Court were set in stone, and they could not disobey the inspector's orders.