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

The veteran's expression changed, and he quickly stuffed the cigarette back into his pocket, standing ramrod straight.

The newcomer was the Hub's Chief of Guard, Raine, whose usually cold face now showed a rare hint of impatience.

He strode over, ignoring the two men's salutes, and went straight to the closed gravity chamber door.

"Is the governor still inside?"

"Yes, Captain. The Governor has been inside for three standard hours."

Upon hearing this, the veteran dared not be careless and quickly replied.

"Disconnect the internal shielding protocol and reconnect the communications broadcast," Raine ordered. "Report immediately; I have something extremely important to report in person."

Without the slightest hesitation, the veteran immediately turned around and entered a series of commands on the control panel.

A few seconds later, the electronic sound in the gravity chamber was forcibly cut off.

The voice was changed to Ryan's.

"Governor, excuse me. There is urgent military intelligence."

Inside the training room, Anya paused slightly the moment she heard the sound.

The next moment, she closed her eyes, and her magical power suddenly erupted without reservation.

In that instant, the force of gravity, which was ten thousand times stronger than normal, seemed to have no effect on her, and at the same time, she released all the power in her body.

"Boom—"

A minor forbidden-level martial skill, without any incantation, suddenly exploded from her fist.

The terrifying shockwave shattered dozens of cosmic beasts around her into dust.

Seeing this, Anya took a deep breath, grabbed a towel from the shelf next to her, wiped her face haphazardly, and then strode open the heavy alloy door.

"What's wrong?"

Anya draped the towel around her neck and glanced at Rein: "What happened that made you knock on my door even while I'm doing weight training?"

Raine lowered his head slightly, his tone grave: "It's the Ark Merchant Guild. Their flagship, the Golden Olive, just finished its warp and forcibly landed at our outer control port."

"And they directly accessed our communication network without applying!"

"When did the merchants dare to be so arrogant?"

Upon hearing this, Anya frowned, wiped the sweat from her neck with a towel, and said with some dissatisfaction.

"They were not only arrogant, but they also brought someone with them."

Renn paused for a moment: "A Star Ranger, a quasi-Star Hunter, Lorian Scarlet. The Ark Merchant Guild says he carries top-secret intelligence that could affect the very survival of the entire Starfall Divine Realm, and requests to see you immediately."

Upon hearing the name "Lorian Scarlet," Anya abruptly stopped wiping her sweat, a look of extreme surprise flashing in her beautiful eyes.

"Lorian Scarlet?"

Anya repeated the name in a low voice, her eyebrows slightly raised.

These three words are more than just a job title to her.

Her thoughts were instantly drawn back to the church decades ago.

In that prestigious academy that gathered the top professionals and geniuses of the entire Starfall Divine Realm, as a young lady of the Lucia family, she had seen all sorts of sycophantic good-for-nothings and geniuses who were all show and no substance.

Only that guy, born a commoner, orphaned, and destitute, who always carried a deathly aura yet fought harder than anyone else, left a deep mark on her memory.

That madman, who almost froze half his body in a storm to complete an extremely dangerous interstellar assessment, possessed a diligence that even she found astonishing.

However, after graduating from the Academy, Lorian gave up the steady path of promotion and went to become a Star Ranger who could die at any moment, while she accepted her family's arrangement and took over the Libra Nexus.

The two went their separate ways and never crossed paths again.

"The wolf of instruction..."

Anya released her grip and tossed the towel onto the table beside her. "Let him come over."

……

On the other side, the docking area for the Golden Olive.

Lorian stood in front of the hatch, his cloak, which marked his identity as a Star Ranger, was tattered and stained with blackened blood, but he tried his best to keep his back straight.

He turned and looked at Evelyn, who was standing in the farewell area.

"Miss Evelyn."

Lorian nodded slightly, his voice still somewhat weak: "In any case, we were able to return alive this time entirely thanks to the generosity of the Ark Merchant Guild. I will remember this favor. You can start preparing for those intelligence reports in advance."

Evelyn maintained her aloof and unapproachable demeanor.

She gently adjusted her cuffs, her gaze not lingering on Lorian.

"Mr. Lorian, I only hope that your intelligence is as valuable as you say, so that my hard work won't be in vain."

"Go ahead, those big shots in Ashmerkrin are waiting for you."

Beside her, Mina peeked out from behind Evelyn and waved to Lorian: "Take care, old man! Don't get yourself into such a mess next time!"

Lorian gave a wry smile, said nothing more, and turned to walk onto the receiving ship.

Watching the guide ship disappear into the distance as a streak of light, Mina looked up at Evelyn beside her.

"Sister, where are we going next? Are we going to inspect the next trading port?"

"I'm not going."

Evelyn turned around and strode towards the main control room of the Golden Olive: "Turn around immediately. We need to get back to our family's home planet as quickly as possible."

After all, that old monster named Zogra has already reached out his hand.

The sky over the starry sea is about to change.

The Ark Merchant Guild must complete the transfer of assets and the contraction of its defenses before those high-ranking Starsea officials can react.

……

The interior passages of the Libra Nexus are extremely spacious, with pale blue energy halos flowing across the metal walls on both sides.

Lorian walked among several fully armed escort officers.

Although his steps were somewhat unsteady, each step was firm, and the eyes of the defense soldiers passing by all fell on him.

"See that cape? It's the real [Time Traveler's Cape]!"

"Tsk tsk, indeed, this is a big shot at the Quasi-Star Hunter level. I really didn't expect to meet someone like this in my lifetime!"

"But why does he look so disheveled? What happened?"

The hushed conversations around him were like the chirping of insects, which Lorian could hear clearly.

But he didn't hold it against him.

After all, those gazes falling upon him, whether surprised or respectful, were of no importance to him.

Because...time is running out.

"We've arrived, sir."

The receiving officer stopped in front of an extremely heavy gate and gestured for them to enter.

Lorian nodded and pushed open the door.

This is an extremely spacious office with no fancy decorations; the entire space is decorated in a cold, military-inspired color scheme.

Behind a huge floating desk, a person is facing away from him, looking at the nebula outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Hearing the door open, the person turned around.

The moment he saw the other person's face clearly, a rare stiffness appeared on Lorian's usually tense face.

He opened his mouth, but the official statement he had prepared was abruptly stuck in his throat.

"How come... it's you?"