It Was All the Work of Those Two Ultimate Brother-Cons

In the sea of stars.

At first, it was only a tiny point of light, like a pinhole pierced through a pitch-black curtain.

A cool, silvery-white light seeped out of it.

Then the point of light grew larger and brighter, gradually becoming a vast silver-white tide that filled the sky.

It swept toward Canghai Star at astonishing speed.

[Host, it's the Moonlight Clan! The Moonlight Clan created by the Moon God is here! Let's run!]

The system screamed in Wuma Xiu's head.

The sight of them triggered its PTSD.

[Why run? The scenery is nice here. Let's watch from here.]

Wuma Xiu replied.

The Moonlight Clan.

According to legend, they were a race the Moon God had created from a strand of moonlight.

Their appearance was as cool and ethereal as moonlight.

They had silver hair, silver eyes, and skin so pale it was almost translucent, like jade steeped in moonlight.

Their personalities, too, were as aloof and cold as moonlight.

No matter what happened.

No matter what desperate straits or joys they faced.

The Moonlight Clan always wore cool, indifferent expressions, as though a thin veil of moonlight stood between them and everything in the world.

Making them hard to read.

But there was an exception to everything, and one thing was an exception for them.

—the Moon God.

Every member of the Moonlight Clan, from top to bottom, male and female, old and young... without exception, was a fanatically devoted fan of the Moon God.

That fanaticism was carved into their very flesh and bones.

Written deep within their souls.

They could tolerate anything except slander, defamation, disrespect... or harm directed at the Moon God.

That was their sole reverse scale; touch it, and death would follow.

Those posts Yang Zhi had come across on the Star Network earlier.

Blowing up planets, killing screenwriters with their own hands, hunting down anything that dared to have "moon" in its name.

Such acts seemed utterly insane to others.

But for the Moonlight Clan, they could hardly have been more normal.

As they saw it, they were simply expressing their deeply ingrained faith in the most direct way possible.

The silver-white light drew closer and closer.

Wuma Xiu narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing the vast expanse of silver-white light and taking in the entire battle.

Facing the vast, dark, innumerable Zerg army, the Moonlight Clan had only a few thousand people. A few thousand against a Zerg tide that blotted out the sky—had it been any ordinary fleet, it would have been like eggs striking a rock.

Yet the Moonlight Clan came hurtling through space in a formation as neat as if cut with a blade, the distance between each person and the next exact to the last fraction.

Every one of them was wreathed in a faint, clear radiance.

Thousands of strands of radiance intertwined, forming a vast sea of moonlight that forcibly drove back the oppressive gloom brought by the Zerg tide.

Their eyes showed not the slightest flicker as they faced the Zerg.

As though the Zerg tide before them was not a disaster, but merely a swarm of dust waiting to be swept away.

On Canghai Star, the fleeing crowds gradually came to a halt.

At first, it was one or two people, then a dozen, hundreds...

And then, as one, everyone raised their heads and looked at the enormous live broadcast screen in the sky.

The screen had originally been used to issue emergency notices.

Now its display had switched to the battlefield beyond the atmosphere.

The silver-white formation and the pitch-black Zerg tide collided in two distinct masses, and then the darkness began to melt away at a speed visible to the naked eye, like snow meeting boiling water.

The crowd went from panic to silence, from silence to rapt attention.

At last, someone let out a long breath.

And plopped down on the ground.

"The Moonlight Clan... the Moonlight Clan is here."

The words spread through the crowd, voices rising and falling with relief at having survived the ordeal. There was even a faint trace of reassurance in their tones.

Although only a short while ago, the Moonlight Clan had blown up a planet, and the Star Network had been flooded with posts denouncing and condemning them.

Quite a few people on Canghai Star had followed the crowd and made some less-than-friendly comments too.

Some had called them lunatics; others had said they were overbearing and autocratic...

But now, with the Zerg tide upon them and death drawing near.

The moment that expanse of silver-white moonlight appeared on the horizon, all their previous verbal attacks were cast to the winds. In their place was an almost weighty sense of security.

It was strange, realistic, and very real.

The Moonlight Clan had a secret.

They were not at their strongest at night, when the moon hung high and its light streamed down like silk.

But during the day, beneath the sunlight, and in the sea of stars, when countless stars shone together.

The Moonlight Clan themselves, of course, knew this secret.

But they never mentioned it to outsiders.

And those fortunate enough to have fought the Moonlight Clan in daylight or beneath the sea of stars.

Most no longer had a chance to speak.

As for how strong their combat power could be at those two times, if it were converted into specific panel data.

The Moonlight Clan's panel would read:

Blessed by the Sun God: during the day, own attack power +1000%. Blessed by the Star God: on starry nights, enemy attack power -99.999...9%, defense -99.999...9%, self-healing -99.999...9%.

As for the reason.

It sounded absurd, but it was the absolute truth.

—it was all the work of those two ultimate little-brother-cons and ultimate big-brother-cons.

This was how it happened.

Back then, the Moon God—that is, Wuma Xiu—had acted on a whim, casually plucking a strand of moonlight and holding it in his palm. The light fell between his fingers, cool as a handful of water freshly drawn from a deep well.

Flowing with a gentle shimmer.

He looked down at it for a while, and suddenly an idea popped into his head.

In the real world, Wuma Xiu was a member of the moonlight clan.

His wallet was empty every month.

At the time, that strand of moonlight shone quietly in his palm, and a thought lit up in his heart along with it. So, on a whim, he fashioned a race out of moonlight and named them

—the Moonlight Clan.

When Wuma Xiu fashioned the Moonlight Clan with his own hands, the Sun God and the Star God were right there beside him.

One folded his arms across his chest.

The Sun God wore his usual smile, a little cocky and a little lazy, and seemed quite interested in the little things his younger brother had made.

His gaze rested on the newly born Moonlight Clan, as though he were examining some interesting little things.

And the other.

The Star God sat quietly on a meteorite floating in midair, idly plucking at the starlight circling around him as though it were the strings of a zither.

But his gaze had never shifted from the Moon God for an instant, as though it were glued to him.

At the time, however, the silver-white god had been entirely absorbed in his creation, utterly focused on it.

He had paid no attention at all to the expressions on those two faces.

But the Sun God and the Star God had each seen what was in the other's eyes.

It took just one glance, in a flash.