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

"Sixty-seven percent?"

After a long while, Richard finished laughing, wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes, and turned to the navigator beside him: "Little brat, do you remember what our survival rate was when we encountered a void storm during that smuggling trip in the Eclipse Nebula last year?"

Without a second thought, the navigator blurted out, "Nine percent."

"See that?"

Richard shrugged at the communication screen, as if showing Rosa some incredible achievement: "We survived nine percent, thirty-three percent... Isn't that a huge profit?"

If outsiders heard this, they would probably call them a bunch of lunatics.

But no one on the bridge thought anything was wrong.

To put it bluntly, who among them wasn't risking their lives to get by?

The profession of Star Hunter has never been associated with the word "safety" since the first day of entering the industry.

They pursue priceless treasures deep within the universe, traversing death routes that even regular fleets dare not venture onto, and dealing with black market brokers from various powerful factions.

They are either colleagues who are even more reckless than them.

Perhaps before they put on this hunting outfit, they were just ordinary people living by the rules in some other plane.

Some were bankrupt businessmen, some were wanted fugitives, and some were veterans who had nowhere to go after retiring from the military.

Life pushed them to the edge of the starry sky.

But the withered leaves garden opened its arms and gave them a way out.

But while there's a way to make a living, everyone knows perfectly well what lies at the end of that road.

Star Hunters do not die of old age.

The tombstones in this row either read "died in a jump accident," "disappeared in a certain star system," or there are no tombstones at all; the person was simply crossed off the list without a trace.

Every year, the list of mourners at the Kurehyo-tei memorial service grows longer, but the number of people signing up to join the cause is increasing.

Why?

Because although people die on this road, miracles also happen.

Every few years, a hunter squadron brings back something incredible from deep space.

He became rich overnight, rising from the bottom of society to become a distinguished guest of the Global Chamber of Commerce.

Those stories are like poison, making every surviving hunter envious and their hearts race, causing them to selectively blind themselves when faced with the probability of death.

What lies before them now is not some ordinary treasure, but the Heart of the Blazing Sun.

The value of that thing was enough to elevate the entire Leaf Court from a second-rate force within the Universal Hunter Organization to a giant on par with Ashmerk Court.

With this level of profit, let alone a 67% chance, even with a 99% mortality rate, these people would still be laughing and flooring the gas pedal.

On the other end of the communication screen, Rosa observed the group's reactions.

She didn't sigh, nor did she say anything more to dissuade her.

Having worked with these people for so many years, she knew all too well their inherent madness.

"Since you've already made your decision..."

Her voice returned to its usual businesslike indifference, and a rare, faint smile appeared on her usually hard face beneath her short, silver-gray hair: "Then I wish you good luck and hope you come back alive."

"rest assured!"

Richard gave the screen a thumbs-up, his face radiating arrogance: "When I get back with the Heart of the Sun, I'll treat you to the most expensive wine!"

Rosa didn't reply. The communication screen flashed, and her face disappeared from the holographic screen.

The laughter in the bridge stopped at that moment.

Richard's smile remained, but the look in his eyes was somewhat different.

He turned around, glanced at everyone on the bridge, and raised his voice three octaves.

"Listen up, my men!"

In an instant, everyone tensed up, waiting for Richard's orders.

"The entire ship is entering overload warp-up preparation mode!"

"The navigation team recalculated the flight path, compressing the two jumps into one! The engineering team checked the stress limits of the warp drive core and poured in all available redundant energy!"

"The communications team hereby informs the remaining ships in the formation that the Death Star will conduct an overload warp independently. The rest of the ships shall maintain normal speed and follow. After the warp is complete, rendezvous at the designated coordinates!"

"Fasten your seatbelts, everyone! Let's plunge into the abyss one last time!!!"

"yes!"

Amidst the collective gasps of the Star Hunters, the expressions on the faces of all the Star Hunters on the starships once again turned fervent.

The navigator's fingers flew across the control panel, and new route parameters were rapidly entered.

A series of confirmation messages came from the engineering team, and the power curve of the warp drive began to climb steeply.

The hull of the Death Star emitted a low, resonant sound.

It was like a giant beast being woken up and shaking off the dust.

Richard sat back in the command chair, and the safety lock clicked into place with a loud thud.

He closed his eyes and rested the back of his head against the chair.

A moment later, the entire flagship shuddered violently.

A loud bang came from the direction of the engine room, and the metal plates on the hull began to vibrate at a visible frequency. The lights inside the cabin flickered twice and then switched to the blood red of the alarm mode.

The red light illuminated the extremely ferocious expressions on the faces of the Star Sea Hunters.

……

In the Elven Realm, before the dawn had fully broken, the rallying cry had already sounded in Falling Cloud City.

The Calamity Army rested for a whole day in Fallen Cloud City.

The blacksmiths in the logistics department barely slept that day, and were so exhausted they looked like they'd been dug out of their graves.

But when the bugle sounded the next morning, tens of thousands of soldiers lined up, their equipment brand new and their spirits high.

He exuded a fierce energy, as if he had just had a good nap and a full meal, and was ready to pull off another heist at any moment.

"The entire army is to march, towards the Emerald Palace."

Finally, with Gu Xu's command...

The entire army of Calamity filed out of the north gate of Falling Cloud City.

The mechanized marching formation stretched for several kilometers, with heavy armor battalions, mage battalions, reconnaissance battalions, air units, reconnaissance battalions, and logistics supply convoys, one layer after another.

The display area was extremely spacious.

As a result, the entire ancient path of the Elf Forest was completely filled with them.

The implementation plan was devised by Su Qiong last night.

Clean and neat, without any frills.

Advancing along three routes simultaneously.

The central route is the main force, heading straight towards the Emerald Palace along the ancient road that runs through the heart of the forest, a route used by the elves.

Each of the left and right wings formed a mobile force, small in size but composed entirely of elite troops.

Their mission was to outflank the scattered elven outposts on both sides of the ancient road and eliminate outposts and communication nodes along the way.

To ensure that the main force is not stabbed in the side while advancing.

This approach is simple and straightforward, but its strength lies in its reliability.

The three routes are kept at just the right distance, allowing them to operate independently while also quickly converging to form an encirclement in the event of large-scale resistance.