On the Eight Extremes Star, I awakened the twelve talismans.

McDonald was clearly aware of his shortcomings.

Red Eyes was right. So many things had happened along the way, and each one reminded him that passion alone was not enough.

Without the Shadow Spell providing covert protection, they might have been eliminated long ago.

This feeling became even clearer after entering the Storm Famila Tournament.

The competition format is so dense it's like a seamless net, with round after round of matches leaving almost no time to breathe, and every match has to push your physical strength to the limit.

Before he could even treat the injury from the last match, his opponent for the next match was already on stage.

"I understand. I will make good use of this power and will no longer let others bear the burden for me."

The three red-eyed men had just left.

Medici and his men walked out of the backstage passageway of the stadium.

The white-haired old man wore his wide-brimmed hat properly, followed by two arcane robots and a team of security robots, making quite a show of force.

He approached Ye Han with a beaming smile, clasping his hands together in front of him: "Thank you all for your help in resolving so many troubles for Jupiter. The rebels of the Galaxy Eye, the invasion of the White Eye, and the meddling of the Red Eye—if it weren't for your righteous assistance, Ganymede would probably no longer exist."

"On behalf of all the inhabitants of Jupiter, I would like to express my sincerest gratitude to you."

Lingling whispered in Ye Han's ear, "Master, he only showed up after Red Eye left. This Medici is really good at playing hard to get. He was quite tough when he was negotiating with White Eye backstage, but now he's acting like a nice guy."

Ye Han tacitly accepted this assessment.

That's how old fox Medici is; he sways whichever way the wind blows and always sides with the winners.

However, he didn't have any ill feelings towards Medici. It was quite an achievement for such a fickle person to have lived to this age in the galaxy.

After Lingling finished complaining, she turned around and put on a smiling expression: "Mr. Medici, now that the competition is over, shouldn't the champion's reward be announced? We fought our way to the very end."

Medici nodded repeatedly, laughing heartily: "Yes, yes, yes, what this player said is true. Although the competition was interrupted midway and the rankings haven't been officially determined yet, the first place is already obvious."

"To be able to join forces and fight back against the bombardment of the Galaxy Eye Fleet, forcing the Red Eyes to retreat, this strength and achievement is unmatched by any other team in the entire history of Storm Famila. According to the rules, the championship prize, Jupiter's Mind, should belong to you."

Ye Han waved his hand: "Give the Heart of Jupiter to McDonald's team, I don't need it."

Medici paused for a moment, but he was a seasoned veteran who had seen it all. After a brief pause, he immediately resumed his smile and turned to the robot secretary behind him, instructing, "Go, take the three contestants next to you to collect the Heart of Jupiter."

Hama was somewhat flattered: "Ye Han, aren't you also going to Devil's Footprint? We've given you the supplies, how are you going to go?"

Similarly, Lingling had the same question.

Why did you just hand over your things to someone else?

"It's alright, it's not like we absolutely need it. As long as the engine has enough power, we can go. You guys go get your things."

"it is good."

McDonald responded and followed them away.

Medici overheard the entire conversation between the two men, and a knowing glint flashed in his shrewd old eyes.

He interjected at the opportune moment, his tone sincere yet tactful: "Since you are all also heading to the Devil's Footprints, I have a small gift to offer you."

"Over the years, we have accumulated a lot of first-hand data, including the periodic changes of turbulent zones, the locations of supply stations along the way, safe routes, etc. We are all people of the Milky Way. Consider this data as me repaying a favor on behalf of Jupiter. Please do not refuse."

The secretary robot next to him immediately stepped forward and pulled up a set of data.

Lingling glanced at Ye Han first, and only after Ye Han nodded slightly did she receive the information.

A few seconds later, her eyes returned to normal: "The data is complete, the information is plentiful, it's definitely valuable information. Mr. Medici, you've been quite generous this time."

Medici chuckled, unconcerned by Lingling's slight teasing: "I've spent most of my life on Jupiter. I wouldn't presume to say about anything else, but I certainly have some resources in intelligence. I hope this information will save you some unnecessary trouble on your journey."

"Thank you. Without further ado, we should be going."

The matter of Ya Ya Luo has been resolved.

Evil Leaf Han, along with the eight demons and the Masked General, assisted Gudu in completing the cleanup work. The buildings and wounded on the planet were restored to their original state under the protection of the Horse Talisman.

Right now, the Eternal is carrying Ye Han and a large number of demons back on their journey, already on its way through a space jump, and will arrive at Ganymede in two minutes.

With a twist in the air, the Eternity appeared.

As soon as he landed, Ye Han withdrew his clone.

The numerous demons created by the Rat Talisman were all transformed into miniature sculptures for future use.

As soon as the Eternity departed, Medici's secretary hesitated for a moment before speaking up: "Boss, Ye Han helped us with such a huge favor, and all we got in return was some information. Isn't that a bit too hasty?"

"With his capabilities, if we could win him over, even just with a long-term partnership, it would be a huge benefit to us. Is it really... risky to just let him go like this..."

Medici has a keen eye for people, he said:

"It's alright. This man has lofty ambitions and his interests lie elsewhere. You can offer him money, but he might not care; you can offer him status, but he might not covet it either. His help to Jupiter may have other motives. You can't win over such a person with contracts and benefits."

"I have a feeling that, given time, the Milky Way will likely become famous again."

"Do as I say. Compile all the video footage of Ye Han on Storm Famila today, from the qualifiers to the finals, don't miss a single detail of his battle against the Galaxy Eye Fleet..."

Having worked by Medici's side for many years, the secretary quickly understood her boss's meaning.

The goal is to use these video materials to transform Ye Han into a true cosmic star.

Storm Famila is already the most-watched event in the entire universe, and what happened today is even more newsworthy.

The sudden attack by the Galaxy Eye, the massacre at the Luger Arena, the White Eye Fleet blotting out the sky, and Ye Han's laser beam that single-handedly wiped out the entire fleet...

Every single frame is explosive material worthy of being recorded in the history of interstellar news.

This level of footage, even a single clip released could ignite the entire global news market.

This is something Tichy Media excels at.

He has worked with Medici Media for so many years in media packaging and celebrity promotion, from news reporters to war correspondents, what kind of packaging tactics hasn't he seen?

But this time is different.

Previously, the clients we packaged were celebrities, politicians, and entrepreneurs—those who needed their personas carefully designed and their images repeatedly refined.

Ye Han doesn't need any packaging; he just needs to be recorded.

Record what he already had and what had already happened.

But then the secretary suddenly thought of a problem, and her brows furrowed slightly.

He quickly pulled up Ye Han's video comparison of the preliminary and final stages on the data panel, swiping his finger back and forth on the screen a few times to confirm that he hadn't misread it.

Ye Han seemed to have never used his true form during the competition, from the preliminaries to the knockout stage, and all the way from the lava zone to the main arena.

Ye Han only regained his true appearance after Luger intervened.