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Meteorite Training Camp.

Yan Zhan stood on a pile of ruins, with a holographic projection flashing continuously in front of him.

Within the projection, seven high-ranking officials from the Imperial Energy Agency and the Joint Committee of the Military spoke in turn.

"A fierce battle ensued; three years of strategic reserves were wiped out overnight!"

"Backup energy pool destroyed, main energy bus melted down, gravity tower core shut down!"

"How exactly did you become the head instructor?"

"Even if you let three thousand gold-devouring beasts lie in the energy pool and gnaw at it, they couldn't possibly clean it this thoroughly!"

Yan Zhan opened his mouth, but ultimately compressed all his defenses into a single sentence.

"This is an assassination attempt."

"The Second Fleet instructor, Reina, lifted the security restrictions without authorization and forcibly activated the backup energy pool; the responsibility lies with him."

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the projection.

Before Yan Zhan could even catch his breath, the Director of the Energy Agency coldly spoke:

"Rayner is dead!"

"So what? You're planning to make us find a corpse to use as compensation?"

"Submit a reconstruction plan within seven days. Resume basic training within one month, or all resources allocated to the Meteorite Training Camp this year will be revoked!"

Snapped!

Communication is interrupted.

Yan Zhan looked at the blacked-out projection, sighed helplessly, and swept his hair back forcefully.

A handful of hair appeared in my palm.

He glanced at it and silently threw it away.

If he falls any further, his hairstyle will be the first to be rebuilt before the training camp is even rebuilt.

After half an hour.

Yan Zhan found Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was wiping his battle halberd in the temporary rest area.

Yan Zhan pulled out a metal chair and sat down opposite him.

"The camp is out of money."

Lin Feng didn't even look up.

"Find Reina."

"He's dead."

"The body is still there."

Yan Zhan stared at him.

"The Ministry of Finance does not accept corpses."

Lin Feng stored the battle halberd in his spatial storage.

"That's because their business scope isn't comprehensive enough."

Yan Zhan's breath hitched.

He finally understood.

Getting this kid to admit his mistakes is no less difficult than getting the Ministry of Finance to allocate additional budget to him.

"Reina is responsible for activating the energy pool."

Yan Zhan pointed outside.

"But three years' worth of savings all went into your stomach."

"You are now at the ninth level of the Universe Realm, but the camp..."

Lin Feng interrupted and corrected, "Strictly speaking, I was passive; absorbing the main energy vein was an involuntary act."

Yan Zhan's hands were taut.

After a long while, he managed to suppress the urge to smash the table with his bare hand.

"I've been told to resume training within a month."

"Otherwise, I won't be able to explain myself."

Lin Feng looked at him.

"Even the head drill instructor is short of money?"

"I am a master of the Dominator Realm, not a money-printing machine."

Yan Zhan stood up and walked towards the door with a sullen face.

As he approached the door, he paused slightly, but did not turn around.

"Reina died at your hands, so what he left behind is naturally yours. I won't interfere."

"But you should know what the state of the camp is like now."

Lin Feng raised his head, his expression calm.

I know what I'm doing.

Yan Zhan remained silent for a moment.

It was precisely because the kid spoke so frankly that he felt even more uneasy.

The door closed.

Lin Feng raised his hand and picked up the spatial belt on the table.

Mental energy surged into it.

A layer of gray-black spiritual imprint immediately appeared, transforming into Reina's phantom, attempting to tear apart the intruder's consciousness.

Lin Feng clenched his five fingers.

boom!

The phantom image shattered on the spot.

The spatial belt then activated.

The hundreds of cubic meters of interior space are presented to Lin Feng's perception.

Boxes of high-grade star crystals were piled up on the outermost edge.

Twelve boxes of cosmic-level Qi and Blood Elixir.

Six Overlord-level Star Beast Cores.

There are also seventeen original crystals sealed in a low-temperature chamber.

Any one of these items, if placed in the outside world, would be enough to make martial artists at the Dominator Realm fight tooth and nail for them.

Lin Feng withdrew his mental energy, looked at the mountain of resources, and thoughtfully stroked his chin.

"That old bastard Reina has probably been doing a lot of embezzlement behind the scenes."

"These high-level star crystals and primordial crystals alone are not something an instructor can legally possess."

These physical supplies are extremely valuable, but if they are used directly for camp reconstruction, it could easily attract the attention of the Second Fleet and the Imperial Energy Agency.

To safely convert the money into cash, one must go through StarNet's underground black market or break it down into smaller portions and entrust them to the Mercenary Alliance's money laundering channels.

But it takes time.

Meanwhile, Yan Zhan has clearly been pushed to the brink by the joint committee of the Ministry of Finance, which needs a plan within seven days and cannot afford to wait any longer.

"We need to find some hard currency."

Lin Feng's mental energy probed into the spatial belt once more, this time choosing the deepest part.

Beneath a pile of messy parts, a hidden fluctuation was detected.

It was a miniature barrier shielded by a dark matter coating.

Lin Feng unleashed a burst of mental power, precisely tearing open the partition.

A card, entirely black with dark gold inlays along its edges, lay quietly inside.

At the very center of the card, a winged dragon emblem is prominently engraved using micro-engraving techniques—the exclusive totem of the imperial family.

"Imperial Royal Highest-Tier Anonymous Black Gold Card..."

Lin Feng's eyes brightened slightly.

He had heard of this thing's great reputation on the StarNet forum.

This black gold card is the most beloved "secret stash" of the empire's top elites and interstellar oligarchs.

Its popularity stems from its appalling level of security.

Anonymous means that it is not linked to any identity information; it recognizes the card, not the person.

However, the "card recognition" process is extremely rigorous. It is equipped with the highest level of quantum firewall and requires the original owner's specific mental frequency in combination with multiple biological keys to activate.

Once an external mental force is detected attempting to break through the card, the miniature self-destruct array inside will instantly detonate, completely erasing the data and funds within, reducing them to nothing.

Reina hid it so well, clearly treating it as his last resort.

"Extremely high security? Will it self-destruct if forcibly cracked?"

Lin Feng smiled slightly and held the black gold card between his two fingers.

"What a coincidence, I love to reason with people."

"System, destroy all firewall restrictions on this card, block the self-destruct program, and forcibly transfer the highest control privileges to my mental frequency."

[Ding! Command received. Target: Imperial Royal Black Gold Card. Encryption level: SSS.]

[Connecting to the quantum network... Dismantling the mental lock... Rewriting the underlying logic...]

What appears to be an impenetrable firewall to outsiders is as fragile as a sheet of paper when subjected to a systemic attack.

It took no more than three seconds.

[Crack complete. Permissions have been absolutely transferred. You are now the sole legal owner of this account.]

As the notification sound in his mind faded, ripples appeared on the surface of the black gold card.

Immediately afterwards, a holographic light screen was projected from above the card and hovered in front of Lin Feng.

The screen displayed no complicated identity information, only a simple line of numbers.

Account balance: 1,000,000,000 Star Coins.

A full billion!

Seeing that long string of zeros, Lin Feng stood up in surprise.

Even if a training camp operates at full capacity, its basic energy consumption plus equipment maintenance would only amount to a few hundred million Star Coins per year.

Yan Zhan was worried sick about the strategic reserves for a mere three years, but this billion star coins would be more than enough to fill the three-year deficit, or even to buy the top-of-the-line energy reserves for the special training camp for the next five years!

"Three years' worth of resources is just a drop in the ocean."

"Reina, Reina, you are such a good person, I will never forget you."

Lin Feng casually accepted the black gold card, raised his left wrist, and lit up the standard communicator issued to him by the special training camp—Star Ring.

He switched to Yan Zhan's channel and quickly typed on the screen:

Head Instructor, don't worry about money anymore.

I will cover all energy costs for the camp reconstruction, including maintenance of the backup pool and main bus.

However, as the sole investor, I have one additional condition: the gravity tower cannot be restored to its original state; I must determine its reconstruction plans.

......

At this moment, in the head instructor's office of the special training camp.

Yan Zhan was frowning as he looked at the table full of battle damage reports and reconstruction bills.

He had just brewed a cup of calming tea and was about to take a sip to soothe his anger.

"Beep beep beep".

The star ring on my wrist vibrated slightly.

Yan Zhan glanced at the sender on the screen, his brows instantly furrowing into a tight knot.

After reading the message, he was so angry that he laughed and slammed his teacup heavily on the table.

"That brat, his strength has increased, and his arrogance has gone up to the sky!"

Yan Zhan responded to Xinghuan with a gruff voice message, mercilessly criticizing:

"Lin Feng, have you lost your mind from absorbing energy veins? Rebuilding the camp is a project worth hundreds of millions; the energy costs and the gravity tower core alone will cost tens of millions of star coins! You're going to cover it all? With what are you going to cover it? Are you going to drain me dry and sell me by weight to the Life Science Research Institute?"

"You want to renovate the gravity tower? Do you think you're building with blocks? That's the Imperial Military's patented technology! You better stay in the rest area and consolidate your cultivation, and stop causing me trouble. I'll deal with the money myself at the Ministry of Finance and those old bastards..."

Yan Zhan's voice recording is not finished yet.

"Ding!"

The ring emitted a crisp notification sound.

A notification from the Imperial Bank of America interrupted Yan Zhan's voice recording session.

[Your head instructor's official account has received an anonymous transfer of funds.]

[Transfer Amount: 100,000,000 Star Coins.]

[Postscript: A small amount of money, we can discuss it further if needed. Investor: Lin Feng.]