I'm Trying To Go Broke, So Why Do I Keep Getting Richer?!-Chapter 256: The young master’s arrival

"Biometrics matched to the provided credentials," the officer noted, glancing at the data scrolling across his screen.

Seeing the scene, Leo inwardly sighed. The ridiculously expensive forged identity had worked.

"Check the cargo hold," the officer ordered the two soldiers behind him. They quickly dispersed, moving deeper into the ship without hesitation.

The officer then stepped closer to Leo, raising the scanner again for a localized sweep of his person.

"Any weapons? Contraband? Unregistered modifications?"

"None," Leo said softly.

The green light passed over his chest, up his neck, and across his face. The scanner let out a low sound. It paused near his jawline.

Leo didn’t blink. He kept his breathing perfectly even, playing the part of a newly rich young master of a middle tier planet that was looking to start a business in the bigger playing field.

After all, the number of such aspirational people that moved to this planet weren’t low. The only difference was that most of them often failed after burning all their money, only to return with nothing in their hand.

Leo maintained a subtle bored expression as he was getting scammed. Still, deep down he was a little flustered, wondering if the ring was going to get caught.

It was a ring that he had received from Necropolis as well. Although it was special and wasn’t detected by detectors that he had previously used, he wasn’t certain if the scanners here were more advanced.

"A high-density metallic anomaly detected," the officer stated in a flat tone. He looked up from the scanner, looking straight at Leo.

"Explain."

Fortunately, the signature was only a brief ordinary metal signature, and not of any rare or dangerous substance.

Leo forced a slightly embarrassed, dismissive smile.

"Dental reconstruction," he mumbled, keeping his lips close together. "A hover-bike accident back home. Had no choice but to get a few implants. It cost my family a fortune."

The officer stared at him for what felt like an eternity. He tapped the side of the scanner, adjusting a setting, before looking back at the screen.

The machine likely registered it as a small lump of metal, entirely consistent with the weak signature of dental work, rather than something more premium that people would be willing to smuggle.

"I can’t open my mouth wide since I’m on my healing period, but if you want, I can show you? You’ll just have to get really close, and I haven’t brushed in quite some time."

However, the guard simply clicked his tongue, almost pushing Leo back. "No need."

"The ship is clean, Commander," one of the returning soldiers reported. "Nothing but basic provisions and a few luxury clothing trunks. No hidden compartments detected."

The leading officer lowered the scanner and clipped it back onto his utility belt.

"Listen closely, young man," the officer said, his voice losing a little coldness from before. "Vitrean is currently under Code Yellow martial law. We tolerate business, we tolerate money, but we do not tolerate trouble."

"Do not create problems in restricted zones, do not cause disturbances in the commercial sectors, and do not make us regret letting you dock."

"Also, as soon as you rock, go through the immigration department, and they’ll handle the rest of the process."

Leo nodded quickly, widening his eyes just enough to look thoroughly intimidated. "I understand, Commander. Strictly business. I just want to register my company and find a hotel."

The officer tapped a command into his wrist gauntlet. A small holographic token materialized, transferring directly to Leo’s ship console.

"You are cleared for entry into Commercial Sector 4. Proceed directly to Docking Bay 81-B. Welcome to Vitrean."

The squad turned and marched back out of the airlock. The heavy door slid shut, locking with a thud, followed by the sound of the boarding vessel detaching.

Leo waited until the comms system confirmed the security ship had moved away from his hull. Only then did he walk over to a nearby waste bin and spit the storage ring out into his hand.

He wiped it off on his sleeve, letting out a long sigh.

"Too close for comfort," he muttered to himself, slipping the ring back onto his finger.

The massive blockade of ships in front of him slowly parted, revealing the true scale of Vitrean below. The planet was a sprawling, glittering jewel of megacities and floating platforms, a place where trillions of credits flowed like water every single second.

Leo walked back to the captain’s chair and engaged the thrusters. The first phase of his infiltration was complete.

Now, it was time to spend a ridiculous amount of money and see just how much chaos a foolish immigrant could cause in the big leagues.

The descent into Vitrean was nothing short of breathtaking. As Leo’s ship breached the upper cloud layer, the true magnitude of a High-Tier designation zone revealed itself.

Beneath him lay a mechanized continent. Massive skyscrapers made of crystalline alloys and hardened glass pierced the heavens, shining under the artificial lights even in the darkness of night.

Rivers of flying traffic moved in perfect streams, glowing like beautiful veins across the dark metallic landscape. It was a stark contrast to the graveyard of shattered ships hovering in the planet’s orbit. Down here, the wealth was practically suffocating.

Leo guided his ship toward Commercial Sector 4, his console locking onto the beacon for Docking Bay 81-B. As he navigated the descent, he subtly adjusted his posture and expression.

Kaelen of Corvus wasn’t a hardened survivor. He was a spoiled young master with deep pockets and a shallow understanding of how the galaxy truly worked.

After all, if he wanted them to let him in without any troubles, what better way than to show them that he was only here to throw away money.

Soon, his ship touched down in the docking bay.

The area was immense, easily capable of housing hundreds of vessels, yet it didn’t have even a speck of dust. Service drones flew through the air, their sensors flashing as they scanned incoming ships.

Leo grabbed a tailored overcoat from his cabin which was expensive, as if he was worried that people here might not know that he was a spoiled young master.