Poverty makes me capable of anything.

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The vortex began to expand, as if the viewer in the video was about to be swallowed by it.

Figures slowly walked across the screen.

There stood Lumina, her back against a huge black sphere, arms crossed, calmly gazing into the distance.

He stood on the throne, looking down at Vista with a mocking gaze.

There sat Nathaniel and the Grand Archon of the Eternal Star Path, facing each other.

There is Henrik, standing on the top of the giant mothership, gazing at the starry sky, full of pride and confidence.

In a rather inconspicuous spot in the lower left corner, some players spotted An Ran's figure.

Wearing a tight-fitting combat suit, An Ran stretched out her right hand, and a black ball spun around above her fair palm.

An Ran's gaze remained straight ahead.

There was no emotion to be read in those clear eyes.

Meanwhile, behind An Ran, the fully armed Sky Lord and the Kingslayer stood guard on either side, while the Transcendent Divine Machine transformed into a shadow and hid directly behind An Ran.

I get it now, that black sphere must be the Sidney Gravitational Nexus!

[It suddenly shrank so much that I didn't recognize it at first.]

This interface looks a bit like the character selection screen in a game.

Each character has their own short promotional video, except for Nathaniel and the Grand Consul.

They sat facing each other, and even their promotional video featured them together.

So, while one group of players was enthusiastically discussing how much older Lumina was than Anran, another group of players were excitedly shipping Nathaniel and the Grand Archon.

They even had a big argument on the forum to figure out who was the top and who was the bottom.

"..."

Something seems not quite right.

What's behind that door?

Looking at the words floating on the screen, An Ran had the same thought in her mind.

Charlene said that the Gate of Ending can restart this world, but the specific method of restarting is worth exploring.

At the end of the promotional video, the illusory river suddenly splits into two.

It is divided in two, and the choices it presents are both explicit and implicit.

Choices, a new era.

The promotional video ended while An Ran was still reviewing these words.

There is one day left until the official launch of version 4.0.

For Anran, who was in the game, this day meant half a year had passed.

In the past six months, the Starry Sky Tree Starfield has entered a brief period of peace.

Although it is said that wherever there are people, there will be conflict, the forces that possess the power to rule the star field have all gone into hiding, so it is not wrong to say that peace has arrived.

In the midst of this peace, An Ran is planning to create another big news story.

She is deficient in metals.

Among the people or factions she knows, the Originium Worship Society and the Flanor Foundation are definitely not lacking.

On the surface, the Originium Worship Society is a newly emerging force supported by the Flanor Foundation, but in reality, it was the Silver Moonlight that facilitated all of this behind the scenes, and the resources provided by the Flanor Foundation only played an accelerating role.

The recent death of Leander has caused considerable trouble for the Originium Worship Society.

After all, they had had close contact with Leander before.

However, the Originium Worship Society claimed that they did not know Leander's true identity. After careful investigation, the Exiled Empire temporarily let the Originium Worship Society go due to the lack of conclusive evidence.

This gave the Originium Worship Society a chance to catch its breath.

But Anran, who is righteous, cannot stand by and watch this kind of thing!

She decided to find a way to expose the true nature of the Originium Worship Ceremony.

This would also teach the opportunistic Flanor Group a small lesson.

However, it is an art to uncover the true nature of the Originium Worship Ceremony without falling into Lumina's sight.

An Ran thought of "betraying her teammates".

It's time for the long-dormant Chain of Judgment to make its appearance!

"Do you want revenge?"

Under this guise, Anran secretly instructed Markus to contact Hayden, the master of the Originium Worship Society.

"I know you Silver Moonlight are alright, please contact Lumina for me."

The message disappeared without a trace, and no response was received.

Unconvinced, Marcus sent several more messages.

In fact, Hayden, who was already terrified, blocked Marcus after receiving the first message.

Tell Lumina?

Ok?

He definitely doesn't know who Lumina is!

"Hey?"

"answer!"

"Are you going to break our alliance? Is this your personal decision, or Lumina's decision?"

"The Chain of Judgment is extremely disappointed with the attitude of the Silver Moon. If you don't apologize soon, don't blame us for being impolite!"

"Kind words and persuasion have no effect; it seems we have no choice but to resort to force!"

someday.

While Hayden was leisurely handling official business in the territory of the Originium Worship Society, he suddenly received urgent intelligence.

"The Chain of Judgment has come knocking!"

"what?"

Hayden was taken aback.

What's going on here?

What unsettled him even more was that the Chain of Judgment members were now smashing and cursing: "Is this how you Silver Moon people do things? Cowardly, timid, and incompetent. Cooperating with you is our biggest mistake!"

"Is that really what they're shouting?"

"It's true."

Hayden's face immediately turned green.

Are the people in the Chain of Judgment insane?

He stormed out.

Chapter 39 Exposing Each Other's Secrets, A One-for-One Trade

Outside the largest trading market of the Originium Worship Festival.

Spaceships flowed continuously.

Occasionally, you can see mechanical units responsible for patrols floating overhead.

After the exiled empire issued its accountability order, the Originium Worship Society's commercial trade suffered a severe blow, and it took nearly two years to gradually recover to its former glory.

At this moment, Fernando, a secret investigator belonging to the intelligence department of the Exiled Empire, came out of his house.

His destination was a small commodity trading center located near the biochemical laboratory.

The Exiled Empire did not completely dispel its vigilance against the Originium Worship Society, and Fernando was just one of many secret investigators.

As usual, Fernando chatted casually with pedestrians on the roadside.

But today's situation is a little different.

Before he could say more than a few words, he suddenly heard someone shouting in the distance.

"Something's happened! Something's happened! I heard a fight broke out at the security checkpoint."

"Who's so bold?"

"Let's go check it out right away."

Fernando hesitated for a moment but then followed the crowd of onlookers.

It probably won't waste too much time.

That's what he was thinking.

Just over a minute later, an angry shout came from the sky.

The sound pierced the sky.

Although it wasn't very loud, everyone standing on the ground could hear it clearly.