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

There are so many planets in the universe, collecting them is a piece of cake.

Ye Han set the system's detection function to be on 24 hours a day. As long as an energy reaction occurs within the detection range, a prompt will automatically pop up on the panel.

It scans continuously for 24 hours a day, detecting each object as it passes by. If there are energy points, it goes down to collect them; if not, it simply flies away, without delaying its journey at all.

The spaceship was sailing smoothly through the Dream Galaxy when, as it passed a planet, the system panel suddenly popped up.

[A fluctuation in matter energy has been detected, and its location has been marked on the panel.]

Ye Han glanced at the flashing red dot on the panel and said, "Let's stop on this planet for a while."

"Yes, Captain."

A white sphere appeared on the panel, with a clear red dot marking on its surface, which should be the location of the energy point.

Ye Han first took out his phone, intending to check the basic information about this planet.

Too lazy to investigate personally, Ye Han fabricated a backstory: This phone is an intelligent terminal manufactured by a super civilization that has already disappeared. It has multiple functions, can freely transform into human form and various machine forms, and possesses independent thinking ability and emotional modules.

A flash of white light, and the phone leaped from his palm, rapidly deforming in mid-air.

A moment later, a woman with a mechanical style appeared in the cockpit.

Her eyes sparkled, and she was overjoyed at the sight of Ye Han: "Master, I don't have a name yet! Why don't you give me one?"

Ye Han could hardly look away.

The things that the Rat Talisman conjures are still too realistic. Last time, the Holy Lord was a majestic dragon-shaped servant, but this time the phone has turned into a living mechanical girl.

Its demeanor, tone of voice, and those lively eyes were indistinguishable from those of a real human.

If it weren't something I conjured up myself, judging by the face alone, without looking below the neck, I'd probably think it was a real person.

He looked away and cleared his throat: "From now on, I'll call you Lingling. Help me scan the information of that planet in front of us."

"Yes, Master." Lingling's eyes flashed green light as she looked at the planet before her, countless data streams rapidly flowing deep within her pupils.

A moment later, she blinked, the green light faded, and she began to report: "Master, this planet is called Star Planet. It is a Class B neutral planet and is not under the jurisdiction of any power."

"There's something particularly interesting about this planet: ordinary people can transfer their consciousness into machines after they die, but only once. If the machine isn't maintained after the transfer, it will eventually perish completely. It's like living a little longer in a different way..."

Listening to Lingling's introduction, Ye Han also figured out all the information about Star Planet.

This planet was once inhabited by humans, but due to the advent of new technologies, everyone can transfer their consciousness into a machine after death and continue living in a mechanical body.

It sounds like some kind of immortality, but mechanical things age and break down, and if maintenance isn't done properly, it's doomed.

This situation further exacerbated internal friction.

The local culture of working overtime is deeply ingrained, and young people, fresh out of school, have to compete with robots all over the streets for jobs.

Robots don't need rest, don't need raises, and don't complain. What boss wouldn't like that?

Humans can't compete, so they simply stop having children.

Fewer and fewer with each generation, until now, humans have become a rare species on the entire planet.

It's terrifying to think carefully.

However, the security situation on Star Planet is surprisingly good.

There are several superheroes on the planet who are responsible for maintaining peace, so there is basically no danger.

"That's alright." Ye Han stood up and instructed the communicator on the cockpit, "Butler, I'm going out for a bit. You keep a close watch on the Eternal. If anyone's blind, just take them out."

"Yes, Captain."

Lingling transformed into a cell phone and was put into Ye Han's pocket.

The hatch opened, and he silently swooped out of the cabin, diving towards the surface of the star planet.

The Eternal immediately activated its energy shield, and multiple weapons were ready to be deployed.

The sky over the planet Star is light blue, the city buildings are arranged in a pleasing, staggered pattern, and airplanes come and go on the streets.

Occasionally, one or two human beings of flesh and blood can be seen, which stand out conspicuously in the crowd.

Ye Han landed near a square and was about to follow the red dot on the system panel when his eyes were drawn to a lively stage next to him.

A huge banner hung on the stage, with the words "Multiple master impersonators recreate recent internet sensation: Blue Eyes defeated by a fighter! A stunning recreation! Don't miss it!" in colorful lettering.

The audience below the stage was packed, the atmosphere was lively, and everyone was holding glow sticks and small colorful flags, their anticipation was palpable.

In front of the live streaming equipment, a blonde girl is holding a manuscript and giving the camera a professional and sweet smile.

"Hello everyone, I'm Sister Peach. Today, five masters who have come all the way from the planet Gloomy are coming to Star Planet to perform. It's about to begin, so let's wait and see."

She had barely finished speaking when someone suddenly walked into the frame.

The man glanced at Sister Peach and immediately vomited.

I really threw up; I bent over and dry heaved several times before I recovered.

Peach Sister's smile froze on her face, and she subconsciously touched her hair and makeup.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem with my makeup and styling today?"

"It's disgusting, it's so ugly." The man pulled a picture from his pocket; it showed a burly, disheveled man picking his nose. Holding the picture up, he explained emphatically:

"Look, this is the real deal among humans, a triple-level monster! Sister Peach, you're still far from it!"

Sister Peach, being a professional host, quickly adjusted her expression and smiled helplessly at the camera: "That person was from the Planet of Despair; their aesthetic sense is somewhat different from ours. Now, let's continue the live broadcast with our camera."

The performance had barely begun when a wave of ticket refunds erupted from the audience. People stood up one after another, some throwing glow sticks at the stage, others shouting for their money back. The noise grew louder and louder, and the scene quickly spiraled out of control.

Sister Peach, somewhat confused, led her crew and, microphone in hand, rushed into the crowd of people requesting refunds. She shoved the microphone at a member of the audience who was hurling insults: "Excuse me, could you tell me something..."

"Fuck you! Give me my money back!" the audience member yelled into the microphone, his spittle almost splashing onto the camera lens.

Several people nearby, seeing someone being interviewed, gathered around and vented their dissatisfaction to the camera one after another: "How can this kind of thing be presented in public? Do they have any respect for us?"

"Refund! Refund! What kind of imitation master is this? It's not even one percent of the original video!"

"If Blue Eyes saw this imitation, he'd probably laugh until his wounds split open. What kind of garbage are these?"

The comments on the screen were scrolling wildly, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on Peach Sister's forehead.

An elderly man, a veteran leader in the live streaming industry, approached and said, "Peach, if you can't handle this, give me the microphone and let me take over."