A Low Rank Female Goes Viral Across the Galaxy-Chapter 68: Do a Favor

Most of the comments were jokes, which proved that a Beastman swallowing a Light Computer wasn’t a big deal.

Relieved, Jiang Qin left the livestream.

Then, she checked the Ancient Culture Research Institute’s post. This was something she had anticipated.

Many families in the Federation had preserved ancient artifacts, including some books treated with special preservation methods.

Three thousand years ago, many artifacts were unearthed, but none of the books survived.

A great deal of historical records were lost.

So, their ancestors from three thousand years ago had specially developed a unique chemical solution to ensure the history of their time could be passed down.

When applied, this solution could prevent books from weathering for several millennia.

So, even though many artifacts and books were lost back then, it was impossible that nothing at all survived.

It was more likely that the people who possessed these items were simply unwilling to reveal them.

After all, no one wanted to be taken advantage of.

Rashly revealing such items could attract covetous eyes, and they might even be forced to hand them over to the authorities.

So, no one wanted to reveal what they had, preferring to keep it hidden away.

But now that the contents of those texts had been made public, the original documents themselves were no longer so coveted.

After all, what they held were merely fragments.

While someone else had the complete collection in her mind.

They could simply submit a copy to satisfy the official agencies, without being forced to hand over the originals as a "contribution to Federation history."

After all, you could force one person, but when many were involved, not even the Federal Marshal would dare to make such a public demand.

And in exchange for submitting just one fragmented copy, they would receive a compilation of information synthesized from the fragments of many other families.

This would completely satisfy their curiosity about history.

Of course, Jiang Qin wasn’t putting all her hopes on the Ancient Culture Research Institute and the private collectors.

She just thought an official verification would be more convincing.

If their verification didn’t come, she would just prove her claims herself.

Fabricating a single historical fragment was one thing, but fabricating thousands of years of continuous, interconnected history? No one would believe that was possible.

As long as she laid out eight thousand years of history, she would naturally prove the depth of her knowledge.

’After all, if I had the ability to fabricate eight thousand years of history, what couldn’t I do to get rich? What would be the point of making up history!’

Fortunately, the Ancient Culture Research Institute had confirmed her claims, so she didn’t have to go through the trouble of writing out all of history from memory.

Still, she planned to restore them all one by one in the future.

’Yes, I’ll start by making a TV series.’

’For example, the first one could be *The First Emperor: Ying Zheng*.’

***

Besides the post from the Ancient Culture Research Institute, two or three other trending topics were also about Jiang Qin.

#JiangQinInClassicGownSlayedTonight#

#WannaHearAStoryAtTheBar?GuaranteedToMakeYouScream#

#BestBarEver_GetSoothed_HearMusic_AndStories#

[The main thing is that Moonlight is so popular now, but they still haven’t raised their prices. The cover charge is a hundred Star Coins cheaper than other small bars.]

[I’ve always felt like the owner is running a charity.]

[I heard from the bar staff that their boss had to go get another job just to support them.]

[Ahhh, what’s wrong with Blue Star? Don’t they know how popular Moonlight Bar is? Why haven’t they approved a bigger venue for them? Like one that can hold ten million people? They have no clue what they’re doing.]

[Right? I’ve always wanted to visit Blue Star, mainly for Jiang Qin, but I lose my nerve when I see how many people are in line.]

[Don’t bother coming. You’ll never get in...]

[It’s true! Today, some guy started playing mind games just to get a spot in line. He actually tried to trick us into leaving the queue. Hah! As if a smart person like me would fall for that. The guy couldn’t trick anyone and disappeared pretty quickly.]

A bruised and swollen Akita Shoya: ’That’s right, just go on and slander me like that...’

[Speaking of which, the Ancient Culture Research Institute has already made a statement. How much longer is the Genetic Research Institute going to take? Have they figured it out yet?]

[Probably not. But has anyone else felt that Jiang Qin’s soothing ability is a little *too* strong...?]

[I’ve felt it. It’s probably because it’s always a deep soothing, so the concentrated energy is more effective.]

Most people thought along these lines. A small minority didn’t doubt the strength, but they did wonder if Jiang Qin was using a forbidden substance.

As for suspecting her Spiritual Power Level had increased—that was impossible.

The talents of all Interstellar People were fixed when they awakened at the age of three.

There had been cases of people upgrading their spiritual power, but such instances were rare and always occurred as a breakthrough during a near-death experience.

And that was only possible if their Spiritual Power Level was already at the peak of its current Level.

They were just one step away from the next Level.

Jumping from C-level to A-level was something that had never happened in Interstellar history.

Even in the age of superpower users, only Superpowers could be enhanced; one’s inherent potential could not be changed.

Jiang Qin cautiously scrolled through several pages of comments. Seeing no speculation along those lines, she breathed a sigh of relief and became even more determined to keep her secret.

’In any case, I have no intention of getting my spiritual power tested, ever.’

***

BEEP BEEP—

A message suddenly came through on her Light Computer.

It was from Lan Yuyan.

[Miss Jiang, could I ask you for a favor?]

Jiang Qin pursed her lips in thought before replying, [Tell me what it is first, and I’ll consider it.]

[Have you heard of a show called *Interstellar Composer*?]

She hadn’t.

So Jiang Qin decided to look it up.

She learned that it was a live competition show hosted by the Empire. It was held once every three years, and before each season, "declarations of war" were sent to all of the Myriad Races.

That’s right, they were that arrogant about it.

The top three entertainment companies in the Federation always received one, as did the various non-human races.

In addition to the composing competition, there were also competitions for film box office performance, Mecha combat, Deserted Star development, and so on.

And the Federation had never won a single one...

It was absurd.

After reading the comments, Jiang Qin felt a sense of despair.

’Couldn’t they just win one? Just one?’

No. Not a single one!

What was even more absurd was that when she tried to think of what the Federation actually excelled at, only one thing came to mind: willpower.

They fought, they lost, they fought again, and they lost again, yet they were never discouraged. Even though they were basically subsisting on the Empire’s scraps, they never admitted defeat.

Just like that, by studying the Empire’s cast-offs, they had managed to narrow the gap between them.

This led the Empire to look down on them, yet also consider them too much trouble to eliminate, so they tacitly allowed the Federation to develop.

From time to time, the Empire would even banish people with "impure" Genes to live in the Federation.

Many famous figures in the Federation had once been outcasts from the Empire.

That’s right. The Empire’s outcasts came to the Federation, and many of them rose to prominence.

This only gave the Empire more ammunition to mock them, calling them "the tail of the phoenix in the Empire, but the head of the chicken in the Federation."