Starry Sky Railway: No one understands the Amber King better than me.

That silent colossus, despite the passing of countless ages, still stands eternally in this place. Aside from the sound of its hammer striking, it has never uttered a single sound.

“King of Amber, King of Amber, it’s been so long since we had a chance to talk.”

Bathed in the light, Lin Yuan muttered to himself.

"Aha says you're an idiot, and all the beings in the galaxy say you only know how to play with ashes, but there's a saying that goes, 'Either you erupt in silence or you perish in silence.'"

I believe your silence stems from the former, but I wonder, for whom are you reserving the anger and power you've been building up in that silence?

Lin Yuan lowered his head, his gaze calm, like a stone statue standing there.

"In any case, the Way of Preservation has been silent in the universe for far too long. Now, it's time to end this situation. Hopefully... there will be as many more blind fools as possible to follow."

........

The year 2158 of the Amber Calendar.

The year has barely begun, yet many earth-shattering events have already occurred.

But for the vast majority of people in the galaxy, their lives continue as usual, and the distance between them and the company has never truly narrowed.

But in Pierpoint, the winds had already begun to blow.

Representatives for the Interstellar Peace Conference are arriving one after another. Among them are plenipotentiary envoys from major powers, as well as representatives from marginal star systems whose names are rarely heard of.

Some of them were ordered by the company, some were attracted by the profits, and some were put into this position by chance.

Sean Max clearly belongs to the last category.

……

"Ahem, my name is Sean Max, and I am the representative envoy of the Principality of Trass..."

Inside the cabin of the company's spaceship, a middle-aged man with a rugged face was looking at his clothes in the mirror, sometimes turning to the side, sometimes puffing out his chest, his expression serious but somewhat comical.

"Phew, the people in this company are dressed pretty well, but I feel like they're not as sharp as the outfits I usually wear when I'm on an adventure."

He tugged at his collar and muttered under his breath.

Sean shifted uncomfortably and sighed.

He still preferred his old leather jacket, work pants, and shiny boots; that was the true style of Sean Max.

That's right, the person representing the Principality of Trass at the Interstellar Peace Conference this time is not a professional politician, but an explorer. Or rather, a former explorer.

"Life is fucking amazing," Sean grinned at his reflection in the mirror.

More than a decade ago, he was an "illegal excavator" scavenging around planetary junk belts. To put it nicely, he was an explorer; to put it bluntly, he was just rummaging through garbage.

At that time, his homeland, Tesla, was still an isolated, marginal civilization with a technological level that was barely enough to build near-Earth spaceships, and it thought it was a unique world in the universe.

Until one day, while piloting his mining spaceship, he unearthed a dilapidated machine in an unknown asteroid dust belt.

The thing was dusty and covered in scratches, like an ancient artifact forgotten from several Amber Ages ago. On a whim, he attempted to repair and activate it.

To his surprise, after some tinkering, the broken thing was still usable and could even connect to something called the "Interstellar Network".

Sean didn't sleep a wink that night.

He saw knowledge and technology that his civilization had never encountered before. Like someone who had been thirsty for half his life, he plunged headlong into the interstellar network.

In the following years, he used the knowledge he gained from the interplanetary network to find and utilize a number of resources.

His fame soared, making him a minor celebrity in the duchy. He concealed the existence of the machine, hoping to use it to climb to the pinnacle of his life.

But all of this came to an abrupt end on an ordinary afternoon.

That day, he dug up a mineral he had never seen before in a remote mountain. It shone with a dark blue luster in the sunlight and felt warm to the touch.

He logged into the interstellar network as usual, but after searching for a long time, he could not find an accurate match.

So, he casually sent a message in a group of interstellar mining enthusiasts:

[Visitor #3842: Hey everyone, what kind of ore is this? I've never seen it before. [Image]]

Not long after, someone replied.

[Peace Messenger: Where are you? Send me your location.]

Sean felt a chill run down his spine, a sense of unease rising within him. Instinctively, he turned off the machine, hid the ore, and went inside, pretending nothing had happened.

But it was too late.

Soon, the premonition was confirmed; the company's fleet, following the signal, locked onto his world coordinates and came knocking.

"Sigh..." Thinking of this, Sean couldn't help but sigh.

Later, the company neither arrested him nor confiscated the machine. They simply verified his identity and then established formal contact with the principality.

He, as the first person to establish communication with the company, was unwittingly selected by the government as a representative, and now he's going to Pierpoint to attend some conference.

"What's this? A blessing in disguise?" Sean laughed self-deprecatingly.

He had no fondness for the Truss government and was not keen on serving it.

He still vividly remembers how those guys groveled and fawned over the company after they arrived.

On this trip to Pierpoint, besides him, there were several people with connections arranged by important figures, and even a few strangely dressed outsiders in the group. The higher-ups said that these were carefully selected, highly skilled bodyguards for him.

Heh, it doesn't matter whether they paid money or threatened to sneak in, since the company staff just turn a blind eye anyway.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to arrive at the Stargate, the gate of Pierpoint."

Listening to the voice on the radio, Sean straightened his collar and walked out of the cabin. He wanted to see what the stargate looked like.

Stepping out of the room, the corridor was filled with the figures of three unfamiliar guards.

Hearing footsteps, three figures turned to look.

On the left is a man with short hair, his face has sharp features, and his gray eyes scrutinize him, giving off a sharp feeling.

In the middle is a cyborg wearing a cowboy hat. The brim of his hat is pulled low, obscuring his expression; only a faint smile can be seen at the corner of his mouth.

On the right is a strangely dressed girl with pink hair tucked under a baseball cap. Her eyes sparkle with curiosity and eager excitement.

........

(Happy Dragon Boat Festival! I'll be a little late today because of some family matters.)

Chapter 392 The Wanderers

Upon entering the corridor, Sean Max noticed the three "guards" looking at him. He didn't say much, but simply nodded politely.

To him, these guys who looked like they were not to be trifled with were not on his side, and there was no need for him to cause trouble for himself.

As Sean walked to the huge viewing window, his gaze turned to the outside, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

After a moment, he came to his senses.

Outside the window, the so-called stargate was much larger than he had imagined.

It was so large that he couldn't find a point of reference for comparison; in fact, it was much larger than his hometown.

Countless spaceships were lined up in front of the stargate, like grains of dust.

In the distance, massive corporate warships stood ready, gleaming with a cold, icy light.

"This is fucking huge..." Sean muttered to himself.

"This is just the gate; how big must the Pierpoint be?"

He instinctively turned around to share his shock with the three "guards," only to find the corridor completely empty.

"They run really fast." He scratched his head, looked back out the window, and gasped again.

……

In the spaceship's corridor, three figures were walking together.

The lead cyborg straightened his cowboy hat, a dangerous grin spreading across his face.

"My darling, I never imagined I'd end up at the headquarters of Cute Company, let alone be invited here by them. Isn't that ridiculous?"

Potio tugged at his collar, revealing sharp teeth.

"What's that saying, 'A wolf enters the mouth of a sheep'?"

"Yoyo, the evil ninja's lair, a steel jungle; three ninja heroes, march straight to the Dragon Court."

Luanpo pressed down the brim of his hat, humming a rhythm, his eyes sparkling.

"Leader of the Evil Ninjas, do not even think of escaping! The Galaxy Ninja Art, once broken, will bring victory!"

After a rap, the girl struck a cool pose.

"Hey, can you guys be serious for once? This is the company headquarters." The last silver-haired man shook his head helplessly.

"We're here to assassinate company executives, why are you acting like you're on vacation?"

If Lin Yuan were here, he would definitely recognize this as Osius, the hunter he met in the Tver system. It seems he's doing quite well as a ranger now.

“But you did a really professional job with this arrangement.” Osius looked at Potio with some curiosity.

"We'll be there soon, why don't you tell us about your plans?"

"A plan?" Potio tilted his head.

"Wasn't the plan to find out where that little darling's house was after we got to Pierpoint, go down there and knock on the door, and then shoot him dead?"

Osius paused in his tracks: "Are you serious?"

Seeing the astonishment on his face, Potio suddenly laughed:

"How could that be? Do you think I'm that stupid? Let me tell you, I have an inside man in the company. Everything else is arranged. All we need to do is know how to fire a gun."

"Does this sound like a scapegoat, someone who's been pushed out to be a hired gun?"

Osius looked at him with some suspicion, and finally shook his head.

"Forget it, I know you. You don't do things you're not sure about. Let's just see how things go. This was really a foolish operation."

“You guys… are pretty ridiculous too.” Potio’s smile faded.

"This is a personal grudge. Why are you getting involved? You might end up in jail, or you might not even know how you died."

Looking at the two people in front of him who were smiling without saying a word, Potio patted his head in annoyance, and finally grinned.