He Became A Monstrous Genius After Obtaining A Time Dilation Artifact-Chapter 602. We are fucked.
Eldorath Empire.
Venula Star System.
In the starry Sea, several light years away from a planetary district.
A fleet of spaceships could be seen travelling through the starry sea.
In one of the spaceships, several individuals were giggling, partying and drinking. Some heavy metal music was playing in the background.
"Boss, our gains this time were innumerable. We managed to destroy the Tolnach Chamber of Commerce and enslave the surviving members. All of them are also at the rank 7 beginner stage universe level. Selling them on the Black market will earn us a lot of money."
One of the individuals, a male fox looking demihuman clad in sneakers and some overalls, said, voice directed towards a tall petite feminine vampire lady in dirty jeans and casual t shirts, playing a card game with the rest of the members.
"Indeed. We were very fortunate as always. This time, we are leaving the Eldorath Empire for real."
The leader of the SlimeCrew Pirate Syndicate, the vampire lady said.
"No more work. We are retiring after we sell the slaves and secure the necessary funds. With the amount of money we will earn, there won’t be any need for any of us to work anymore for the rest of our lives."
The members of the group cheered on hearing her words.
This operation had been their most notorious one ever since the inception of the SlimeCrew Pirate Syndicate.
Their goal of retiring, changing their identities and living quiet lives on some recreational planet will be achieved as long as they sell the slaves on the Black market and earn the money for the trade.
As the conversations were ongoing, no one noticed a veiled entity slip across one of the spaceships in the fleet.
"When are we changing shifts?" someone, a guard in this particular spaceship yawned."I am so hungry."
Another, a female replied,
"Honestly, I can’t wait to retire. The boss was talking about something like that a few months back. This should be our last operation right?"
"So they say," the male guard replied.
He turned to look at the slaves bound in cages with helpless and broken expressions on their faces. Some of them even flinched backwards when they saw the look in his eyes.
However, all the guard could see when he stared at them was money.
He couldn’t wait to retire and get married to his long time girlfriend and start one of those families.
At this moment, Kailen was observing everything through the eyes of a shadow hound in the spaceship.
"These guys, and even the fellows in the ship where the female leader is, are intermediate stage universe level powerhouses. No wonder they are regarded as a notorious pirate syndicate."
"Looks like I can no longer vacate the slaves quietly like I planned. They may not see my shadow hounds, but they will notice the slaves are going missing and find some sort of solution."
"Plus, I can’t kill them with spiritual power or poisons since they are intermediate stage universe level lifeforms. Law attacks of the shadow hounds too can’t work on them due to rank differences."
Kailen thought, as he observed, back reclining on the sofa of his suite.
An intelligent glint flashed through his eyes.
"There is no way to turn them against each other too. No dangerous terrains I can use to my advantage too."
Kailen scratched his chin lightly.
His eyes narrowed slightly as a thought struck him.
That could work.
***
Eldorath Empire.
Venula Star System.
Civil Defense Council HQ.
Enforcer District 5674.
In a room.
Several individuals were gathered in a conference room in several suits.
At the head of the table, a titan woman sat with a cold expression.
Bang!!!
Her hands hit the table in frustration.
News had just come in that the Tolnach Chamber of Commerce had been raided by the SlimeCrew Pirate Syndicate.
"Those fuckers actually dared capture and enslave the key members of the chamber of commerce! Can someone tell me their location?"
The woman bellowed.
Someone at the right side of the table, the person responsible for such duties, replied,
"Ma’am, we lost them. They must have a very serious hacker on their team, possibly someone from the machine race. The person must have messed with the tracking coordinates. All the personnel we sent after them fell into traps left by them and died."
The woman leaned back in her chair and rubbed her hands in her hair with frustration.
This was the most troublesome syndicate they had ever come across.
What the hell were they supposed to do now?
Suddenly, a voice resounded in the room.
No one saw anyone. No traces of a person there.
But the voice was audible enough for everyone to hear, calm and ancient.
"Venula Star System.
Coordinates: GX-4421-N17.
Write this down and seek them out.
From a senior who cares.
Also, rescue the slaves."
After that, the place went silent as if no one had spoken.
"Thank you senior."
The titan was the first person to regain her composure. She didn’t waste any time.
This voice most likely belonged to a passing senior who probably had some vendetta with those SlimeCrew bastards in the past, but was too powerful to waste his time on them, and wanted to use the Civil Defense Council to get rid of them.
"Did you write the coordinates down?"
She voiced.
"Yes, Ma’am. But ma’am, this could be another trap."
"No, naturally I would be the first to think that it’s a trap, but my gut tells me it’s not a trap. Also, do we have any choice at this point?"
"Send the Elite unit to handle those SlimeCrew bastards, and as for rescuing the slaves, we would have rescued them if the senior had not even requested us to. It’s our job after all."
"They should prioritize the rescue of the slaves. Tell them to move out as soon as possible."
"Yes ma’am."
Kailen observed through the eyes of a shadow hound with satisfaction.
Kailen’s gaze switched back to the Slime Crew Pirate Syndicate ships.
Very soon, the boss of the SlimeCrew Pirate Syndicate squinted her eyes.
"Something feels off. Someone should check the coordinates we set. I am quite familiar with the location of the Black market in the vicinity. This region is not familiar."
"Yes boss."
The machine race member of the crew checked the coordinates.
[Venula Star System
Coordinates: GX-4421-N17]
Everyone saw the coordinates.
"Must be a malfunction. Re-adjust it to the planned route, and tell the other ships to do the same," the boss ordered.
Kailen observed, munching on some pizza and orange juice at the moment. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
A quiet smirk, one hinted at mockery, almost graced his lips.
"A malfunction huh," Kailen thought.
"Those civil defense council people should be arriving very soon," he thought.
In the Slime Crew Pirate Syndicate ship, the machine race member nodded to the command of the female boss, about to change the coordinates as he sent transmissions to the other ships to change their coordinates.
However, at the moment, the AI system of all their spaceships rang.
[200 Spaceships detected.
Rank 5 intermediate stage universe level sentient lifeforms detected in them.]
"We are fucked," the boss cursed.
