Poverty makes me capable of anything.

“I accept my defeat wholeheartedly,” Derrick said to Anran.

"Ok?"

What are you up to by suddenly saying this?

Anran floated in mid-air and said to Derrick, "The Feathered Civilization has been defeated. The frontline resistance forces have collapsed, and the scattered small fleets are being pursued and probably won't last much longer."

Derrick remained silent for a moment.

"I had already expected this."

What are your plans next?

Derrick said, "Do as you please."

A level 211 Star Domain Overlord lay before him like a lamb to the slaughter.

It's impossible for An Ran not to be tempted.

As long as Derrick is eliminated, Anran can level up five or six times in a row, even without any hidden missions.

However, there's no rush for this.

Perhaps there is a better solution.

They returned safely to the spaceship, where Ryder and Rickland had already been carried over, along with their glass containers.

"What are your thoughts now?" An Ran asked.

Ryder remained silent, sitting cross-legged at the bottom of the glass container.

Rickland's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty, but he finally spoke: "You come from the Exiled Empire?"

An Ran nodded: "You could say that."

Oh……

He sighed.

The Exiled Empire was at war with the forces behind him, and he couldn't think of any reason to persuade Anran to release him.

Betraying one's own civilization?

In this way, he could only become an interstellar wanderer in the unexplored starry sky.

It's really...

Hmm, this option seems pretty good too?

Rickland smiled, revealing his bright white teeth.

"Let me go, and I'll give you the information!"

"But I refuse."

Rickland's smile gradually faded.

An Ran said, "You saw something you shouldn't have seen."

“How about I tell you the information, and you erase my memories before you let me go?” Rickland suggested.

An Ran asked, "Aren't you afraid that after I erase your memory, I'll find an excuse to kill you?"

"..."

Rickland gritted his teeth: "So I'm betting! I believe you, as the Overlord, wouldn't do such a thing."

An Ran smiled.

"I think I have the potential to become the big boss again. Okay, I promise you."

Rickland breathed a sigh of relief.

Under An Ran's questioning, he revealed everything he knew.

"The reason we are cooperating with the Feathered Civilization is because we want to obtain the right to use the Origin Tree and the Species Origin Map. My civilization is at war with the Exiled Empire and the Eternal Star Road, and we need to collect anything that can potentially enhance our strength."

"So, the price the Feathered Civilization paid was the right to use these two things?"

Rickland shook his head: "No, it was just a private agreement."

"in private?"

Ryder threw it over.

Rickland said, "That's right, this is a secret agreement we reached with a certain elder of the Feathered Civilization. Once the Feathered Civilization is defeated, we will assist him in relocating a group of elites from the Feathered Civilization, and at the same time, we will support him to become the leader of the Feathered Civilization. Who knew that a monster would suddenly appear on the Feathered Civilization's home planet."

Rickland gave a wry smile.

If it weren't for this monster, he would be enjoying life in the veil of light right now.

Where are those people now?

"I'm still on the edge of the territory of the Feathered Civilization, and they're waiting for me to come."

An Ran took out the star map and tapped it: "Location."

By this time, Rickland was fearless and had nothing left to hide.

"Go."

Anran released her psionic servant.

To deal with a small fleet without a Starfield Overlord, sending psionic Servants is enough.

An Ran then questioned him about some other information, such as the specific identity of the Grand Secretary, the specific strength of the Veil Light Orb, and its status in the New World Starfield.

"Oh, right," An Ran suddenly remembered the name, "Have you ever heard of Silver Moonlight?"

An Ran asked this question quietly.

She didn't intend to let Tsychia and Camilla know.

Rickland retorted, "Why are you asking that?"

“You just need to tell me whether you’ve heard of it or not,” An Ran said.

"This is a very secretive organization, and there is very little information about them. To be honest, since my civilization does not have any large-scale religious worship, there are quite a few organizations with similar characteristics to the Silver Moon."

"Alright, that's all the questions I wanted to ask."

Rickland said, "You're really letting me go?"

"Wordy."

"..." Rickland hesitated for a moment, "I've heard a rumor that Silver Moonlight has conducted many human experiments, and these experiments seem to be related to soul transfer."

"!"

An Ran's eyes flickered.

After saying that, Rickland looked at Anran expectantly.

"As you wish."

Anran used physical methods to put Rickland into a state of unconsciousness, and then replaced all of Rickland's memories after being captured with fabricated false memories.

After doing all this, Anran threw Rickland directly out of the spaceship.

Anyway, he won't die anytime soon.

"Well, you heard what he said, didn't you?"

Ryder remained silent.

"The Feathered Civilization has been defeated, but its hope will not be completely extinguished."

Anran then began to offer Ryder a pep talk.

"Back in the day, I was one of those... Even if you come from somewhere else, as long as you can demonstrate your value, the Exiled Empire will not treat you unfairly."

I'm telling you clearly, I will bring those Ascended Civilization people I've abducted back to Dawn Camp. Even if you're not there, as long as they behave themselves, I won't suppress them. But if you're willing to work for me, their future prospects will naturally be better.”

"You keep your word?"

“Rekland, whom I just threw out, is proof of that.”

Ryder nodded resignedly: "I hope so."

"Welcome to the Cult of Machines!"

Anran got up and left the rest to Cerny.

The real problem is Derrick.

She wanted the experience, and An Ran also wanted the follow-up tasks.

But you can't have both.

A choice must be made.

Chapter 43 The Mobile Blood Bank from Tsukiya

The starry sky above is really ugly.

It was pitch black, with no light except for the lights on the spaceship.

Pitch black as ink.

Derrick lay on the uneven ground, gazing into the distance.

Although he wasn't inside the spaceship—he couldn't even get in if he wanted to—he still heard Rickland's words through the images projected by Anran.

After the initial fluctuations, Derrick quickly calmed down.

He no longer needs to worry or hate about it.

Because it's all over now.

The Feathered Civilization and its beliefs have become part of the past in this starry sky.

Those who wholeheartedly protected civilization fell, and so did those with ambition.

Those who had moved away were brought back. With Ryder's protection and Anran's promise, they can surely live completely different lives.