Great! I'm surrounded by villains!-Chapter 378 - 297: Platinum Membership Package

The butler only then realized that the Blue Star People had launched many businesses, many of which could be considered quite advanced in the entire universe, such as "Home Security" and "Resurrection Race Training" etc.

Now, for only 99998, you could become the first platinum member of Blue Star.

The butler was very interested in the Resurrection Race Training business, and the price seemed quite reasonable.

Just as Jiuyue had advertised, it could safeguard your life without reaching a six-figure amount.

"My Master Duan is a gold medal trainer, and up till now, he has not received a single bad review."

Seeing a business opportunity, Jiuyue spared no effort in recommending Duan Mingyuan to the butler.

Not long ago, the Third Prince often complained that business was difficult nowadays; aside from Life Energy, Blue Star temporarily had no other exportable goods, although they had joined the Sixteen Star Summit, establishing a cosmic trade line was still a long and arduous task.

But now, wasn’t this a business opportunity?

"All platform payments are acceptable, you can even choose to pay in installments."

"No need for installments,"

The butler waved his hand. After all, he was from a prominent family in the Shan Clan; if he couldn’t afford a hundred thousand, wouldn’t it be a joke? "How about this, if you can find someone who provides a Soul Swapping Ceremony for the Family Head, I’ll handle a ten-year platinum membership in one go."

This was a big deal.

The innate business acumen of the Shan Clan People kicked in at this moment.

"I will transfer two hundred thousand to you as a deposit first," he said.

"Big spender boss!"

If it weren’t for the lack of props, Jiuyue would definitely imitate the gift-giving special effects of the virtual platforms and throw flowers for the butler.

With tonight’s investigation concluded, the butler was well aware of the adage ’haste makes waste.’

Before dawn broke, Duan Mingyuan and Jiuyue returned to their residence on the Eco-Ship.

All along the way, Jiuyue had been yawning repeatedly. Her biological clock was always regular, and she would definitely be in bed by eleven each night, but today, in order to solve a murder case, she, as a renowned detective, had to stay up all night, directly at the crime scene.

Duan Mingyuan, however, was pensive.

The butler later mentioned that the strange phenomena on the Saintfield had been going on for a long time. It wasn’t just during Saintfield VI; over the past decades, many had seen specters on the ship, and these specters weren’t limited to another version of themselves but also included those who had died on the ship; they floated around the ship, sometimes even initiating conversations with the crew.

Unlike the traditional specters filled with rage, these specters did not show much aggressiveness; some of them seemed not even to realize that they had died.

This might be a side effect of the Soul Swapping Ceremony, which allowed some part of the deceased’s spirit to remain.

But not everyone could see these specters.

The butler believed that those who could see specters either had huge emotional fluctuations recently or a strong obsession in their hearts, but it was certain that it had nothing to do with the length of their hair.

If he expanded the "another self" to the level of specters, Duan Mingyuan couldn’t be sure whether this had anything to do with the "Black Mud."

He decided to ask the experts for their opinion tomorrow.

Jiuyue wasn’t idle either; after returning to her room, she sent a message to Earth Wolf Twelve, finding something for the idle Interstellar Cowboy to do.

He came from a security background, so ensuring the butler’s safety shouldn’t be a problem.

After completing these tasks, she then dove into the bathroom.

In less than two hours, it would be dawn. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Despite Little Fox setting five alarms ambitiously to maintain her regular schedule, she unsurprisingly overslept.

In the early morning, Duan Mingyuan glanced at Jiuyue, who was frowning and covering her head with a blanket to block out the alarm noise, and did not wake her from her daze.

He had also experienced such difficult times countless times, sometimes sleeping only two painful hours.

Luckily, as a former waged worker, he had gotten used to it.

He finished grooming and tidying up.

The Eco-Ship considerately prepared a self-service breakfast for each of the scholars attending the Summit, where costs were never spared by the company, and chefs were brought in from various planets, dedicated to letting people from different civilizations taste the flavor of their home planet.

For Duan Mingyuan, breakfast time was the best opportunity.

Introduced by Fu Ling, he met an expert in the field of "Black Mud," who had been silent during the academic discussion yesterday, then suddenly proposed the "Duan Mingyuan Black Mud Theory."

The expert seemed young, not even 40 years old, and amongst these distinguished scholars, he could compete for the title of youngest. He seemed not to frequently attend such academic summits, sitting alone at a table. When Duan Mingyuan and Fu Ling took their seats, he appeared a bit uneasy.

Shortly after, he initiated conversation, "At yesterday’s conference, I merely proposed a hypothesis and was not 100% certain; this is a normal academic discussion."

The expert was worried that Duan Mingyuan came to blame him.

"This is precisely why I came to see you," Duan Mingyuan stated his purpose clearly. "I thoroughly read your theoretical report published two years ago, which mentioned that ’Black Mud’ caused the crew of the crashed ship to see themselves, a mental level influence, possessing a natural ability to distort human psyche and cognition."

"I indeed proposed that theory," the expert admitted, his expression slightly embarrassed.

Because, in reality, it was hardly an academic achievement; whether "Black Mud" even existed was still debatable in the academic community, and any view based on "Black Mud" was completely conjectural.

"So is it possible that they not only make those affected see themselves but also allow them to see specters, such as those who have already died?"

"You mean to say, ’Black Mud’ could evolve?"

The expert’s eyes brightened.

He was a supporter of the theory of evolution, and all related theories were proposed by him.

He believed that people’s understanding of "Black Mud" remained many years behind; these mysterious cosmic entities had sneaked into ships, causing accidents, but few continued to pursue this line of thought.

"I think if Black Mud is given enough time and environment, they could replace the original hosts and even blend into human society as their identity; their intelligence might not be inferior to humans," he speculated.

Of course, he was also well aware that such theories would invariably cause panic to varying degrees everywhere.

Until decisive evidence was presented, the academic community would never acknowledge such theories.

"Then, assuming ’Black Mud has already integrated into human society, is there a way to identify them from the crowd?"

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