The Hidden Monastery Sect members in front of me are circling the "Angel Catalyst" for identification, each looking as if they are facing a formidable foe but are unable to hide their excitement.

In my earpiece, Luo is still babbling about her stolen technology, interspersed with various incomprehensible theoretical explanations.

In the mental link, Erin is muttering that the storage box under the seat is quite comfortable to lie in, narrow but reassuring, the little puppet giving off the impression of a cat.

Yu Sheng pretended to be nervous about the "Angel Catalyst," and quietly moved to a corner of the parking platform's edge—the Hidden Monastery soldiers looked at him, but most of their attention quickly shifted back to the "Angel Catalyst."

A clone pilot sent over for delivery, without even a firearm for self-defense, with almost zero spiritual energy response... what kind of trouble could such a person cause on such a massive interstellar battleship?

Yu Sheng used the bloodletting knife in his sleeve to lightly prick his finger, letting a few drops of blood fall onto the platform floor, which was instantly absorbed by the cold steel.

That would be enough, just leaving a mark.

He still needed to ensure that this ship safely returned to the star domain controlled by the Hidden Monastery, safely delivered that "stone" back to their planet, and not cause too much commotion before that.

"All parameters match the characteristics of 'Zolda Black Stone,'" said a technician from the Hidden Monastery, fiddling near the force field box with a handheld device, "Unstable small space distortions detected inside the storage container, which also aligns with the 'Black Stone's' properties."

A priest in a white robe nodded slightly upon hearing this, then pressed the communicator by his ear, quickly reporting the situation in the hangar to a superior—likely the commander of this ship.

Yu Sheng patiently waited for a while and saw the priest's expression relax, a slight smile appearing on his face.

Seeing this, the other Hidden Monastery Sect members around also relaxed, with many also starting to smile.

Yu Sheng stood beside this group, smiling even more happily than they were—

To put it this way, if he weren't wearing a helmet, the few priests on site might suspect he was the true devout believer on the Path of Venerate Saint, given the genuinely heartfelt expression, and if this group of Hidden Monastery Sect members had shot Yu Sheng on the spot, he could probably curl his lips even more and might even laugh out loud upon dying.

Unfortunately, Yu Sheng waited on the side for a long time, but this group didn't intend to suddenly turn on him; he couldn't find a reason to die on the spot and could only nod courteously through the helmet at these giggling cultists, mutually expressing hard work, and they even came over for a warm handshake in the end…

"You can go back now," the leading priest in a white robe nodded, quite polite, "Go back and tell Old Qiao, the Hidden Monastery will adhere to the agreement; the remaining payment will be credited to the previous secret account today—do not contact us again for a while unless it's about Zolda Black Stone or other Dark Angel matters."

Yu Sheng nodded repeatedly, then boarded the shuttle under the eyes of several cultists.

The platform unlocked, the stagnant force field was lifted, and the silver-grey Black Spot shuttle slowly floated up, flying towards the nearby hangar exit.

Yu Sheng handed control over to the automatic driving system and let out a light breath, then turned his head to the side, seeing a pair of crimson eyes peeking at him from a crack in the passenger seat.

He touched his chin: "…Should I pretend my piloting skills are so poor that I crash into their hangar passage?"

"That's nonsensical!" the little puppet spoke, "I advise you not to mess with it, since it was difficult enough to fool them, don't do anything fancy that could trigger those zealots—they're just obsessed, not idiots."

"Just kidding, just kidding," Yu Sheng quickly waved his hand but couldn't help but glance once more at the ship already left behind outside the porthole, "But to be honest, isn't this ship really cool…"

Erin: "Do you even sound like a good person…"

Yu Sheng laughed, casually pulling the little puppet out from under the seat, then exhaled lightly: "…Solo infiltration into an enemy ship, delivering a deadly lure, and then openly withdrawing, I think I have an idea for a new folder (8)—to tell you the truth, this is pretty thrilling."

The little puppet deftly climbed onto his shoulder: "You don't even look nervous, and do you want to listen to what you're saying—should we finish the first chapter first?"

Yu Sheng just smiled and didn't speak, relaxing into the cockpit of the shuttle, bathing in the distant starlight distorted by the gravity fault, and outside the porthole, the massive "Dark Star" destroyer was slowly accelerating toward a certain deep space near the gravity collapse point, along with a warp barrier suddenly expanding, the outline of the interstellar battleship suddenly stretching, and then disappearing into the warp flash.

Then Yu Sheng waited again for a while, before leaving this dangerous gravity fault under the remote navigation guidance provided by Luo—and only after crossing the "space mountain ranges" formed by fragmented planets, confirming no surveillance in the vicinity, did he directly teleport the shuttle back to Shuji's high orbit.

In the rest area of the ecological ring in the Black Stone Space Station, Momo suddenly perked up her ears as a virtual door appeared in the air.

Yu Sheng came out of the door carrying Erin. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Hu Li, who was dozing on the sofa, suddenly leaped up and dashed over with the momentum of an attacking king, head-butting Yu Sheng and wagging her tail like a five-speed electric fan: "Savior, you're back! Everything went smoothly, right? You weren't discovered, right? Did you deliver the goods?"

"Smooth, smooth, it's been delivered... hey, stop shaking, you're making me dizzy," Yu Sheng said while hastily detaching the Great Demon Fox from himself, then turned to see the golden-haired elf standing nearby, "When do you think those fanatics will deliver that piece of 'Angel Catalyst' to their home planet?"

Luo shrugged: "How would I know, but if it were me, I'd definitely check the whole cargo container thoroughly first to make sure no tracking devices or espionage equipment were left on it. Then find a safe place to isolate the Angel Catalyst and observe it for ten days or half a month to ensure it wouldn't suddenly explode — I have a serious psychological shadow about this thing."

Yu Sheng stroked his chin: "I doubt those crazed people would be that cautious, but that 'Gate of Eden' may not behave so quietly either."

"That's why I'm saying that's my perspective; with those fanatics, I even suspect that the ship is already flying straight to their home planet," Luo said while swiftly operating the data terminal, "They should have an illegal star gate at the border, allowing that 'Dark Star' cruiser to skip over the vast empty region between their homeland and Morona Fault. I tracked the last acceleration signal of their ship before it transitioned, so I can roughly determine its jump direction, and with a few coordinates cracked from tracking communication arrays recently... it shouldn't take long to determine the location of that star gate."

Erin blinked and suddenly turned to Yu Sheng: "Wait, didn't you leave marks on their ship? Plus, there's your blood trace in that 'Angel Catalyst', so we could just follow it directly to open the door, why go to such trouble?"

"Those marks are to be activated at the last moment," Yu Sheng shook his head, "The Hidden Monastery will definitely have people constantly monitoring the Angel Catalyst, and the ship used to transport the catalyst will also be a key monitoring object. If we open the door now, we'll be completely exposed. At least wait until the catalyst is sent to the Saint Realm — it is definitely going there."

He paused and a slight smile appeared on his face: "Either don't open the door, or open it directly to infiltrate their home planet — we are an elite team after all."

"Right, right..." Erin scratched her head, seeming to understand but quickly turned back to Luo, "Then what's the point of locating the star gate?"

Luo raised her eyelids: "To light up the coordinates for the fleet."

Erin: "Fleet? What fleet?"

...

In a distant cosmic deep space, within a planetary system adjacent to the ancient Terran Star Domain, a vibrant and prosperous star was bathed in the endless brilliance of the constant star.

Meira-IX — one of the colonized stars under the control of Boundary Land.

On this highly developed planet, the massive industrial complexes are clearly visible from space, and the continent-spanning transport networks trace subtly glowing lines through the atmosphere. Preserved nature reserves, lush forests, and mountains bask in the stellar light, emanating hues of green and blue — while beyond the dense atmosphere, layer upon layer of countless space facilities orbit the planet.

Dense armed satellites, massive zero-gravity factories, orbital maneuvering cannons for protecting space elevators and space cities, as well as the high-orbit star port, warp acceleration bridges, shipyards, and the remarkably vast mother planet defense fortress overseeing all facilities.

Shaped like a giant obelisk, the mother planet defense fortress hovered over Meira-IX, and a large fleet had gathered, now stationed in the fortress's matrix force field awaiting orders.

A slender girl in a thin white dress, her black hair cascading to her ankles and her complexion pale, stood on the observation deck atop the mother planet defense fortress.

The girl kept her eyes closed, yet seemed to be "viewing" the fleet standing by in space.

Baili Qing stood next to her.

"This fleet should be sufficient to suppress the Hidden Monastery's main forces at the border — unless they predicted it and have all their fleets blocking by the star gate," the black-haired girl said, slightly tilting her head, "But are you sure you want to come along? Accompanying the fleet on an expedition is not exactly the work of a Special Service Director."

Baili Qing raised an imperceptible eyebrow: "I also need a vacation."

"Calling an expedition with the fleet a vacation?"

"I don't even need to fight — and if I don't get out and about, I'll be trapped to death in the office."

The black-haired girl with closed eyes seemed to smile faintly and tilted her head lightly: "Alright, suit yourself, just as long as you don't rush off the deck like last time to dive into the atmosphere with your physical body..."