The whole nation: You're put to survive on a desolate planet, you'll be running an alien b

Hearing the humiliating compromise in his earpiece, Li Haotian smiled broadly.

He gave a peace sign to the invisible "lens" composed of countless shadows and microscopic worker bees.

"Why didn't you do this earlier?"

His voice reached the bishop's ears clearly through various channels.

"I feel so bad that you're forcing a concerned citizen like me to work part-time as a live streamer."

On the other end of the communicator, the bishop's voice sounded hoarse and tired, as if it had been sanded.

"Turn off the live stream, and I'll give you the stuff."

"Hey, brother, you can't say that."

Li Haotian shook his head, picked up his chopsticks, and put a slice of crisp radish into his mouth.

"My business is small, so I don't offer credit."

"Deliver the goods to me first, and I'll end the live stream right now."

"otherwise……"

He chewed on a radish and mumbled indistinctly.

"I'll share your home coordinates with my fans as a perk."

"you……"

The bishop's voice was once again ignited with anger, but he quickly suppressed it himself.

Only heavy breathing could be heard through the communicator.

The prophet stood still, like a prisoner awaiting sentencing.

He could feel a terrifying pressure emanating from the distant underground command center, transmitted through the signal.

Li Haotian ignored him and continued eating his pickled vegetables.

It's as if they're waiting for the food delivery guy to bring them the food.

A full minute passed.

On the communicator, the bishop's voice, which sounded as if he had aged ten years and was devoid of any emotion, rang out again.

"Ready to receive."

The voice just fell.

The air in front of the prophet suddenly began to distort.

It was like a red-hot iron being thrown into a calm lake.

Visible ripples spread rapidly from a single point.

The noisy sounds in the cafeteria, the students' laughter, and the clinking of cutlery seemed to be isolated by something at this moment, becoming distant and blurred.

At that distorted center point, the light converged and grew brighter and brighter.

Finally, there was a soft "poof" sound.

It was as if a bubble had burst.

A fist-sized, translucent, rhomboid crystal, with what appeared to be countless stars flowing and dying inside, appeared out of thin air in mid-air.

It floated silently, radiating a soft yet cold silver glow.

The students at the surrounding tables were frozen in place, their mouths agape, staring blankly at this physics-defying scene.

"Holy crap, what is that? Magic?"

"Holographic projection? That's incredibly realistic!"

The crystal hovered in the air for half a second, then slowly descended, landing precisely on the prophet's trembling outstretched palm.

It feels cool to the touch.

It felt heavy, like holding a condensed piece of starlight.

The prophet's hands trembled like leaves as he stared intently at the legendary S-class strategic material in his palm.

He never imagined in his life that he would come into contact with it in this way.

But this crystal, in his hands at this moment, was hotter than an antimatter bomb about to explode.

Li Haotian put down his chopsticks.

He stretched, yawned, and slowly stood up.

He walked up to the prophet, but without even looking at him, he focused his gaze on the crystal core in the prophet's hand.

"Is this your sincerity?"

His tone was as if he were commenting on a glass ball bought from a roadside stall.

"It's alright, it looks pretty good."

The prophet mechanically and stiffly extended his hand forward.

Li Haotian picked it up casually.

It's like receiving a bottle of Coke from a friend.

He tossed the crystal core in his hand, feeling its cool touch and strange weight.

[System notification: High-purity space-based energy source detected.]

[Quality: S grade.]

[Meets the activation conditions for the 'Voidwalker' branch of the gene tree. Absorb?]

Li Haotian curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

It became.

He stuffed the crystal core into the pocket of his faded jeans, and the pocket instantly bulged.

"alright."

He clapped his hands, and his innocent smile returned to his face.

"I received the goods."

He pulled out his old phone and waved it at the unseen "lens".

"The rocket from the top donor has arrived! Thank you for your generous gift!"

"Today's live broadcast has come to a successful end!"

As he spoke, he closed the rudimentary live-streaming software and left the chat room.

Over the communicator, the bishop, who had been breathing heavily, finally let out a long sigh of relief.

The prophet felt a wave of relief wash over him, the heavy weight in his heart finally lifted.

ended.

This nightmare is finally over.

He was about to stand up.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The prophet felt as if his lower abdomen had been hit hard by a speeding truck.

An irresistible force came.

He flew backward like a tattered sack, crashing into a nearby dining table with a loud bang.

The sound of shattering dishes and screams from students instantly echoed throughout the cafeteria.

Everyone in the cafeteria looked toward this chaotic corner.

Li Haotian slowly retracted his right foot that had been kicked out.

He looked down at his flip-flops, which cost 9.9 yuan with free shipping, and blew on them as if they were covered in dust.

Then, he took out that broken phone again.

The screen lights up.

In front of everyone, facing the prophet's shocked, angry, and incredulous gaze, he once again opened that dark, abyss-like chat application.

The chaotic chat room he had just left reappeared on the screen.

The chat room had become quiet after he ended his broadcast.

Only Poison Scorpion and Blood Scythe were still exchanging harsh words.

Li Haotian ignored them.

He looked at his phone and flashed that cheeky, announcer-like smile again.

"Family members, don't go away, the host is back for a comeback!"

"That was just halftime, game over."

He cleared his throat; though his voice wasn't loud, it reached the ears of everyone involved clearly.

"Now, let's continue the auction!"

The prophet, paralyzed on the ground, suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He stared intently at Li Haotian, his eyes blazing with fury.

"You...you said...the transaction was over?"

"yes."

Li Haotian nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"My deal with your boss is over."

"He pays, I end the broadcast, money and goods are settled, no problem."

Li Haotian shook his phone, the screen light reflecting his amused expression.

"But I only promised the number one leader not to sell the coordinates to the number two leader, 'Poisonous Scorpion'."

"I didn't say that..."

He paused, then grinned, revealing his sharp, white teeth.

"We won't sell it to anyone else."

After saying that, he slowly typed a new message in the deathly silent chat room.

[Due to force majeure, the original auction is cancelled.]

[The second session is now open, featuring brand new items, with a one-minute time limit.]

[Item for auction: The color of the underwear of the "Bishop," the leader of "Purgatory," along with the name of his first love and her current home address.]

Starting bid: One Grade A fire-element crystal core.

[No upper limit; highest bidder wins.]

[Countdown begins!]