Chapter 285 He Understood
Catherine's transfer was rejected.
In the video call, her expression was a little depressed. Yang Ming tried to calm her down, but many words came to his lips but he couldn't express them clearly.
How could he comfort Catherine?
Is it true that eighty percent of the world is still kind, or that no matter how human society changes, this kind of filth will always be produced?
Catherine understood all these principles, but she just couldn't accept the reality she saw.
Ultimately, it is because the Empire's consistent propaganda has portrayed the Imperial Star as too bright. Bathing in the glory of the Imperial Star is the lifelong dream of many citizens of the Sherman Empire, but in fact it is full of filth.
"Catherine," Yang Ming said solemnly, "Perhaps you can try to let go of these emotions and just treat this as a job."
"Well," Catherine covered her forehead and sat behind the desk, "You don't have to worry about me. I'm just dissatisfied, but I won't do anything extreme."
"I'll go talk to Director Riva."
"No need," Catherine said immediately, "Ming, please let me handle my own affairs. I appreciate your concern for me, but we are in a relationship, not father and daughter. I cannot rely on you in every aspect."
"No problem," Yang Ming said seriously, "Take good care of yourself. If you feel bad, find a way to communicate with me."
"No problem," Catherine smiled. "I re-planned my patrol route to stay away from the manors of the princes and nobles. There are still some scattered cities here. After all, this planet needs a large number of technicians to operate."
The two chatted for a few more sentences. Catherine's extraterrestrial patrol had come to an end, so she had to hang up the phone reluctantly.
Edwang muttered beside him: "Hiss - if White Ghost and the Captain of the Empire Super Transformer produce offspring, will their combat power explode immediately?"
"You think I'm a Super Saiyan?"
"What?"
"Ah, it's okay... let's go, let's play ball!"
Yang Ming lifted Edwang up easily.
Edwang complained a few words that he had just finished work and wanted to take a break, but he still happily rushed to the beach not far away and was surrounded by a group of handsome men and beautiful women with admiring eyes.
This guy is undoubtedly the most down-to-earth emperor in the history of Luofeng Empire.
Yang Ming had just been playing for a while when he was pulled back to the rest area by a series of life-threatening phone calls. He could only watch as Edwang picked up girls with his electric hips.
There's no way around it, the Honorary Viscount of the Sherman Empire is just so busy.
Lu's reminder came from the hidden headset: "Boss, Director Riva seems to be very anxious."
"Remember to modify my facial features and background."
Yang Ming deliberately coughed a few times, turned on the shielding device, and chose to connect the communication.
His background suddenly became a plain and quiet high-end ward. He, who was originally shirtless, was now wearing a medical suit.
"Oh," Director Riva frowned, "Are you feeling better?"
"It's okay," Yang Ming said weakly, "This is the price, Director."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you."
Director Riva sighed softly:
"This call is a little personal, Hamton. You are in love with Catherine, right?"
"Yes," Yang Ming nodded immediately, "We have a pretty good relationship and we both like being with each other."
"That's great. I mean, it's great that she can enrich her life by experiencing love," Director Riva said. "She may be a little depressed recently, which can easily lead to some serious problems. I hope that if you have a chance to talk to her, you can chat with her more, or you can record a video and I will pass it to her for you."
Yang Ming suddenly asked: "Why did the director reject her transfer application?"
Director Riva frowned slightly: "It seems that I worry too much. You have been communicating all the time, so there is nothing else."
Yang Ming asked again: "Are there many super reformers who encounter such a situation?"
"That's not what you should be asking."
"No, Director, I think you need to tell me this," Yang Ming said calmly, "If the super-modifiers get out of control, unless you use the invincible fleet, you will suffer huge losses. And I, an ancient god-modified body that has not been branded with ideological stigma and is loyal to the empire, can help you resolve a lot of troubles."
Director Riva slowly crossed the fingers of his hands on the table.
Yang Ming smiled and said, "We should trust each other, Director. You should know what I want, a higher title, a higher status, and more fame. If you think I am harmful to the empire, you can choose to keep your distance from me."
"Yes, you are ambitious, and your ambition is in line with the expectations of the elders."
Director Riva frowned slightly:
"Although this is confidential, as a member of the Super Reformers, you also have the authority to know some of it.
"There are now more than a dozen Super Reformers who are showing varying degrees of dislike for the Imperial Star, accounting for about one sixteenth of the total number of Super Reformers transferred to the Imperial Star."
Yang Ming wondered, "Why are so many Super Modifiers transferred to the Imperial Star? Simply for patrolling? Isn't this a waste of high-end combat power? Although the Super Modifiers helped the Elders Council do a lot of dirty work before, they at least paid attention to efficiency."
Director Ruiwa did not respond, but said: "The ideological imprint you just mentioned deviates from our expected effect."
"Or, in other words," Yang Ming said with a smile, "the original imprint set by the Council of Elders was to intentionally downplay the imperial power and emphasize that the subject of loyalty was the empire itself. However, after the Super Reformers entered the Imperial Star, the ideological imprint had a counter-effect."
Director Riva remained silent.
Yang Ming's smile gradually faded, and he sat there lost in thought.
Given the current situation in the Milky Way, the information in "The Abyss" is no longer of reference value.
Yang Ming said: "The essence of this matter is that the great emperor suddenly wants to take back some of his power, right?"
"Hanton, there's no point in summarizing all this," Director Riva said. "The Elders Council has asked you to enter the Imperial Star several times, and I have delayed it on the grounds that you were recovering from your injuries. But if His Majesty asks you why you are not in the Imperial Star one day, it will be a bit troublesome."
Yang Ming smiled, with a little light flashing in his eyes: "Director, the Emperor Star has been a little abnormal recently. I suggest that the super-changers who feel uncomfortable with the Emperor Star leave."
"The Imperial Star will never be normal or abnormal. The Imperial Star will operate forever, Hanton. This is an unshakable core principle," Director Riva reminded, and couldn't help but add, "I have no say in this matter, but I will try."
"I would like to thank the director on behalf of Catherine and the others."
"Take good care of your injuries. It is wise to avoid the whirlpool. Please give me more proof that you are recovering later. In addition..."
Director Riva said meaningfully:
"Your background is too fake."
Yang Ming's expression froze.
…
Emperor Star, Whirlpool.
What problems will arise in the center of Sherman's empire?
In the evening, the wealthy and famous people of the Luofeng Empire gathered in the seaside banquet hall.
On the second-floor stand, Adwang chatted with seven or eight big capital representatives of multinational corporations about investment prospects.
Yang Ming was eating and drinking in a corner, with four young female guards in little dresses standing in front of him.
They have pretty faces and slim figures, but their eyes are fierce and fierce, blocking any woman who wants to come up and talk to Yang Ming.
——In fact, because of the development of medical aesthetics and mature technology, as long as a girl is willing, her appearance can become beautiful according to her own characteristics. Many countries have enacted laws stipulating that residents cannot adjust their appearance more than 5% to 10%.
This is Her Highness Emilia's guard team, temporarily sent to protect Yang Ming.
Of course, their main purpose is to protect Yang Ming's belt.
"Whoa! Look who this is!?"
A slightly exaggerated voice sounded beside him. Yang Ming grinned without even looking up, but when he looked up, he turned his head and spit out a mouthful of drink.
An energy tycoon with the same classic hairstyle as Einstein, wearing a neat suit, holding a diamond-studded wine glass, and wearing ten large, shiny precious metal rings. His old face had significantly fewer wrinkles, and the large chain around his neck, made of the last row of elements in the periodic table and specially treated to be non-radioactive, almost blinded Yang Ming's eyes.
Yang Ming laughed and scolded: "My first mate, what the hell are you wearing?"
“Isn’t it expensive?”
Kolev swayed his body to the beat of the drums, and amid the four maids' expressions as they tried to hold back their laughter, he sat down next to Yang Ming.
"It's really good, life now."
The corner of Yang Ming's mouth twitched slightly: "I'm fighting for my life outside, and you're enjoying your life here. Do you still think I tricked you into coming here?"
"Of course," Kolev took a sip of wine, "life has not found a new meaning, it has just entered a new stage of enjoyment... I yearn for your life, my dear nephew, I want to go on a long voyage and experience the customs and cultures of different planets."
Yang Ming said seriously: "I will take my wife's ashes and the gene sequence nameplate and embark on an eternal voyage at the edge of the Milky Way."
Kolev was choked for a moment.
Yang Ming raised an eyebrow: "How is Mimi Li doing lately? Is she still pursuing her dream of becoming a pirate?"
"She recently expanded her fleet and built a 500-meter-class cruiser," Kolev frowned. "This is actually a bit dangerous. Pirates with only a few small ships are harmless, but pirates with a certain level of combat power will become a thorn in the eyes of those small countries. After all, this really affects the safety of those small countries."
Yang Ming wondered, "Is she saving money so fast?"
"Lu gave it to her," Kolev sighed, "Mimili is not only helping me now, she is also helping you to intimidate some small countries and pave the way for Luofeng to annex them."
Yang Ming: …
He had read Lu's report on this, but there were too many things to do and he didn't pay much attention to it.
Yang Ming said: "If you don't want Mimili to get involved, I'll ask Lu to stop supporting her."
Kolev immediately shook his head and said, "No, no, this is good. She has you watching over her, Lu helping her, and Molly guarding her. I can feel at ease."
"That's good. Mimili has leadership skills and is a rare talent."
"However, there is something about her that I really need your help with."
Kolev hooked his hand around Yang Ming's neck and asked in a low voice, "Is my daughter pretty?"
"That can be said to be the great beauty of the galaxy."
"Molly told me that her preferences are a little strange... It's a little hard to talk about. Of course, I respect her and everything about her, and I can accept this, but I still hope you can help me persuade her."
Yang Ming muttered, "You finally found it."
"You knew that a long time ago?"
"Don't worry, I didn't do anything to my niece. You know, I have no shortage of women," Yang Ming explained quickly.
Kolev's eyes were full of sharp light: "Are you feeling guilty?"
"How is that possible?"
"Humph, my daughter is so beautiful, it's normal for you to have some thoughts," Kolev said calmly, "but you were able to reject her invitations several times, which also won my respect."
Yang Ming asked: "Is she in a relationship?"
"Not really," Kolev said, "She yearns for the strong, and never looks at those who succumb to her intimidation."
The old man paused and whispered, "In addition to this, there is a second thing... Her problem is actually quite serious, and she has a strong rebellious attitude towards me. She will only listen to you when you speak. She wants to transform herself, and now she is more inclined to mechanical transformation."
"Mechanical transformation?"
The famous NPC 'Star Widow' Mimili in "The Abyss" emerged in Yang Ming's mind. Her most powerful state seemed to be that she was connected to a powerful mecha that was a thousand meters high.
Of course, that is the legion-level BOSS form. The squad-level BOSS form is still the type with a charming figure and a beautiful face, and there are indeed signs of mechanical modification on the body.
By the way, the nickname of Starry Sky Widow does not come from the fact that she is a widow herself, but from the fact that she creates widows.
Because her fleet had continuously fought in various places in the stars, all the kills were counted on her head, and most of the soldiers serving in the fleets of various countries were men, so she got this "reputation".
Kolev sighed, "Please help me, I really have no other choice."
Yang Ming said quietly, "Do you have any discrimination against cyborgs?"
"Of course not."
Kolev said calmly:
“My concept is very interstellar.
"However, the mortality rate of biochemical transformation remains high, and which parent wants to see their children become half human, half machine?
"In order to reduce the rejection reaction, the skin has to be burned and injections . If the mechanical parts are removed, the body will become disabled.
"Mechanical transformation is mostly considered for amputees. She is a sound, complete, healthy human being. She is still very young. Moreover, no matter how strong her personal strength is, it is not as good as the substantial improvement of her own fleet."
Yang Ming asked: "Why does she have to transform?"
"To catch up with you," Kolev drank the wine in one gulp, "help me."
Yang Ming nodded and said softly "Let her come over. I'll wait for her on Yilanduo Star. I'll take her around, but I can't guarantee that I can persuade her to stay."
"Your words will eventually have an effect," Kolev breathed a sigh of relief.
Yang Ming was feeling somewhat confused, so he told Kolev about the abnormal situation of the Imperial Star and wanted to ask for his opinion.
The two chatted in the corner for more than an hour. Kolev thought about it carefully but couldn't give any constructive suggestions.
"Don't make an enemy of the Sherman Empire."
This was the most common thing Kolev said that night.
…
On the border of the Empire, a Stinger ship that had just completed a secret mission was storing energy before the next jump.
On the bridge, in the captain's chair , Bligh, wearing a gray and white robe, lay with his head tilted back, placing a paper book on his face, as if he could directly absorb the knowledge inside.
A few fellow super modifiers were talking nearby:
"Hey, what are you doing? Why are you gathering us all to the Imperial Star?"
“Are we going to conduct a large-scale experiment in advance?”
"Don't be such a pessimist. I still have twelve years to enjoy myself! If you're right, I'll be at a big loss!"
"I heard from them that many super reformers have problems with their ideological imprints, and they may need to do a large-scale ideological imprint again..."
"real?"
"Who knows?"
Bly frowned slightly.
If he re-stigmatizes his thoughts, will his abnormality be discovered? If so, it doesn't matter if he sacrifices himself, but it would be bad if he exposes his master's ambition.
The master's ambition? Oh, no, this adjective is not beautiful enough, it should be a great and firm ambition.
Although the master had not expressed it explicitly, Bly was sure that there would be no mistakes in his understanding and deduction.
Buzz. Buzz.
Bly took down the book and turned on the communicator.
The super modifiers not far away immediately shut up, as if they were "frightened" by the movement from Bligh's side.
Bly, who was still a little sleepy at first, immediately became excited after seeing the initiator's profile picture.
It's the master.
[There is something strange about the Emperor Star, be careful and be more aware of self-protection. ]
More awareness of self-protection?
What does the master mean?
Bligh slowly turned his head and looked at the super-changers who were lowering their heads, with a charming smile on his face.
He understood.
