Abyss Solo-Chapter 342 - 163 The Fish That Doesn’t Bite 2

"All in all, the top three trending topics on the Sherman Empire’s internet right now are about the White Ghost and the battle of Zubin Star, and the rest are all about you."

Emilia tilted her head.

She picked up the internet terminal that had been taken by the Noble Court previously, casually opened a portal site, and her expression immediately became colorful.

#PrincessWindIsAwesome#

#NobleGames:Earl’sGrandson’sDistortedLoveForHisAunt#

#WhoWouldDareToMarryIntoSuchAFamily#

"Hmph," Emilia rolled her eyes, "I never intended to marry into Sherman. The Mensa family’s reputation is ruined; it’s their punishment."

Yang Ming squinted and smiled.

One might say that this little princess is clever, but her overall view of the situation is still lacking.

Is the current problem of the Mensa family just about reputation?

Would the Imperial Foreign Affairs Bureau let the Mensa family off the hook?

Buzz, buzz.

Yang Ming’s watch gently vibrated; a message from Lyu bypassed the shielding system and came through smoothly.

As expected—

The Elder Court was about to summon Earl Mensa;

The Imperial Nobles’ Land Audit Office began an audit of the Mensa family’s assets;

The Imperial Ethics Court announced long-term supervision over the Mensa family.

Lady Mag’s wrath had already started to gush.

"Go back and rest," Yang Ming smiled, "Before sending you back to the Wind Imperial Palace, I’ll stay on this ship. You have pigmentation on your face."

"Impossible! I use my mother’s skincare products... I’ll go for a skin test right away."

Emily jumped down from the table, lifted her skirt, and rushed toward the cabin door, not forgetting to look back at Yang Ming for a few seconds before leaving.

"Hm?" Yang Ming was a bit puzzled.

"Nothing," Emilia said, "I’ll transfer funds to you later as a reward for this operation."

"Our long-term cooperation," Yang Ming chuckled, "you decide, just don’t offer less than your monthly pocket money."

Emilia made a face and opened the cabin door to walk out of the shielded area.

Yang Ming faintly heard the maid’s admonitions and nagging.

They were reminding Emilia not to be alone with a man for too long, as it could affect Her Highness the Princess’s pure reputation.

The shield lifted, and Lyu’s projection appeared on Yang Ming’s watch face, whispering,

"Emilia’s scene of drawing a sword and kicking a door was really cool."

"Wasn’t my scene of beating people cool?"

"You performed normally, even having to hide most of your strength," Lyu pursed his lips, "a girl facing vile and filthy human nature and still maintaining inner purity, now that’s cool."

Yang Ming casually pinched Lyu’s face into the shape of a bun with filling bursting out.

"Keep an eye on the Sherman Empire, don’t let anyone link me to the White Ghost."

"Boss... without a divine perspective, who would link Major Wind Empire with the almighty White Ghost?"

"True, still, better be cautious."

Yang Ming stretched lazily,

"I should go check on those brave soldiers. Is there any information worth noting?"

Lyu suddenly recalled the White Ghost keywords that had been purposefully spread three times by an unknown force.

Like some strange saying, ’The universe is the Abyss.’

Is it valuable?

"I think there’s nothing worth noting," Lyu said, "the network is boiling now; we need to wait for it to cool down."

Yang Ming nodded, temporarily uninterested in surfing the internet himself.

...

Sherman Empire’s Emperor Star Circle;

Inside the fortress of the modified natural satellite called "Heavenly Fury Thunder," the special forces’ training ground.

Griss held a pen, signing his name on the collars of several blond, curvaceous beauties, receiving a few sultry glances and kisses.

This captain was now a celebrity inside Heavenly Fury Fortress.

Although he only basked in the White Ghost’s glow, he was currently the only living Imperial warrior who had detonated and killed a Fourth Rank Insect Queen.

These past two days, he was ’worn out’ from dealing with invitations.

Some female transformed people were not just seductive to behold; their prowess in certain areas also overwhelmed this generally transformed person, Griss.

Special forces were just a generic term given by the outside; internally, they were named using secret codes.

They generally included three types: semi-mechanical transformation, genetic modification, and general enhancement transformation. Their primary mission was to serve as elite infantry for the army, dealing with tricky problems.

Such as the previous mighty Valkyrie;

and this time’s Administrative Star insect disaster.

During inactive periods of the Insect Race, the special forces’ composition wouldn’t be too extensive, as cultivating each enhanced warrior not only required substantial funds but also bore the risk of transformation surgery failure.

Griss had just received news of a promotion, and the special forces were to be expanded.

By now, he was quite calm about this news.

Whenever the surroundings grew quiet, Griss recalled the crimson mecha of the White Ghost and the thrice-appeared red shockwave.

He always felt like he had seen that shockwave somewhere.

That powerful Valkyrie seemed to have a similar ability...

However, Griss believed that the Valkyrie’s monstrous power was based on unfathomable biological energy, whereas the White Ghost’s strength was founded on formidable mecha. Though similar, their details were vastly different upon contemplation.

’Could it be that different people take on different roles within the White Ghost organization?’

Griss continuously pondered.

"Hey, Hero Captain!"

A sweet, soft voice floated from the side.

Griss turned to where the voice came from; leaning against the hatch of a peculiarly designed experimental airship was a voluptuous, curly-haired beauty. She winked at Griss.

Her long, slender legs emerged beneath hot pants, and the bottom of her T-shirt was rolled up to reveal a waist with distinct abdominal contours.

"How about a cup of coffee together? I want to learn more about your strong physique."

Griss’s legs involuntarily trembled.

Damn!

The chances of these encounters were too high!

He had just crawled out of a stranger’s solo dorm an hour ago!

"No, no, I need to busy myself with selecting new team members."

Griss awkwardly smiled and then hurried on his way.

Couldn’t handle it.

Even if the White Ghost came, he couldn’t handle it!

...

Meanwhile,

In the smoke-filled café of New Federation Minter City,

Star councilman Allison set down his knife and fork, took a sip of the invigorating drink beside him, and swiped the projection screen at hand.

In most of the New Federation, ordinary people could only use the Administrative Star’s network or the network within the same province, but in Minter City, with some money, one could connect to the regular interstellar network.

Allison clicked on the current viral news.

Wind Empire’s sixty-six warriors seized Sherman’s Manor?

After watching a segment of the video, Allison closed it out of boredom and continued to search for messages of interest.

He thought it was war; opening it revealed a hand-to-hand combat akin to entertainment variety shows, with a horde of people boasting about the Empire’s males’ valor.

The Empire’s system was built on aristocrats exploiting the common people.

No amount of beautification could ignore their human rights violations—it’s a blot on interstellar civilization.

Allison really couldn’t understand.

Why, in a galaxy with such advanced technology, were there still so many political systems? Wasn’t an electoral presidential system the standard for advanced civilizations?

He thought of his hometown’s predictions of high-level civilizations; those surpassing the third level of interstellar civilization might even have transcended physical forms, communicating solely through thought, where all had equal permissions in a mental network.

Well, reality and ideals surely had some gap.

Allison elegantly wiped his mouth. As his fingers typed a message on the projection screen, he unconsciously lifted his pinky.

[Is there still no sign of the White Ghost taking the bait?]

[Not at present. The secret site we set up shows no signs of being visited.]

Allison immediately felt a headache.

He certainly believed in his tech team—they were the top-tier talent of the New Federation, whom he painstakingly assembled.

[Start the final round of message dissemination tomorrow, doubling the resources. If the other party doesn’t take the bait, then abandon the plan and resume normal work.]

[Got it, councilman.]

Allison shook his head and brought up the online library, seizing a work break to diligently study some basic theoretical subjects.

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