Tender Moments with Bronya, Shockwaves Across the Starry Sea!

A bedroom deep within Qlipoth Fort.

The heavy curtains shut out the cold night and the noise, leaving only a few wall lamps by the bedside, emitting a soft, warm yellow glow.

The room was enveloped in a private and warm atmosphere.

A faint, refreshing mist, like that after a shower, filled the air.

A faint, almost imperceptible sweet fragrance.

Lin Hai and Bronya embraced, leaning against the large bed.

The lingering joy of the celebration has transformed into a gentle, flowing stream of warmth.

Bronya nestled against Lin Hai's strong chest, her cheek pressed against his warm skin, listening to his strong heartbeat, feeling safe and at peace.

Her long hair, which she usually kept meticulously combed, was now slightly disheveled and spread out on the pillow, adding a touch of languor and gentleness.

Lin Hai lowered his head, found Bronya's lips, and placed a long, lingering kiss on them.

This kiss was not urgent or passionate, but full of tenderness and appreciation.

It's like savoring a precious treasure.

Bronya closed her eyes and responded obediently, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Their lips parted, and their foreheads touched.

Lin Hai's fingers brushed across her slightly flushed cheeks, his voice low:

"You've worked so hard these past few days, rebuilding Belobog from ruins to where it is today. You've sacrificed so much."

Bronya gently shook her head. "It's what I should do. Seeing Belobog come back to life and people smile again makes all the hard work worthwhile."

She paused, a hint of dependence in her voice, "Besides, thanks to your help, having you by my side... gives me confidence."

"The road ahead is long." Lin Hai's fingers slid down to her slender neck. "The stability of the energy core, the trade routes with the new city, and... the potential threat from the Interastral Peace Corporation —all these require us to address step by step."

"Hmm." Bronya nodded. "The reconstruction progress in the South District is 15% faster than expected. The automated construction module provided by the Great Ms. Herta has played a crucial role. As for the company..."

She frowned slightly. "With you here, sir, I believe we can find a way to deal with this."

The two embraced and talked in hushed tones, weaving their mundane political affairs and future plans into this intimate and private moment.

Even serious topics become less heavy when lovers whisper sweet nothings to each other.

Instead, it has become a bond of shared responsibility and mutual reliance.

During the conversation, Lin Hai's hands were not idle.

He took Bronya's small hand in his.

Her hands were slender and graceful, with distinct knuckles, yet one could also feel the fine calluses left from years of handling official business with a pen.

Lin Hai lowered his head and put each of her fingertips into his mouth, bringing a series of subtle, tingling tickles.

Bronya's body tensed slightly, and she let out a very soft whimper, but she did not pull her hand away, letting him taste it.

Then, his fingertips moved to her slightly cool earlobe, slowly tracing its delicate contours, occasionally gently kneading her soft earlobe.

Bronya couldn't help but shrink back, letting out a suppressed chuckle, and nestled into his arms. "Sir..."

They lingered tenderly for a long time.

Lin Hai glanced at Bronya's long hair spread out on the pillow and said softly, "Your hair is a bit messy, shall I wash it for you?"

Bronya's eyes softened with a gentle smile, and she nodded slightly. "Okay."

Lin Hai got up, gently picked her up, and carried her to the spacious bathroom.

He placed her in front of the cushioned vanity, adjusted the water temperature, and wet her long hair.

Squeeze out the fresh-scented shampoo, lather it in your palms, and apply it to her hair.

Lin Hai's fingers applied moderate pressure, running through her thick silver hair and massaging her scalp.

From root to tip, every movement is filled with care and love.

Bronya closed her eyes, feeling the tingling sensation on her scalp from her fingertips and the warmth from the water.

At this moment, she was no longer someone who needed to maintain her dignity at all times, but simply a woman enjoying the tenderness of her lover.

After rinsing off the foam with warm water, Lin Hai applied conditioner to her hair, patiently massaged it in, and rinsed it again.

Finally, he wrapped her wet hair in a soft, dry towel.

Gently pat away the moisture, being careful.

The whole process was quiet and warm.

There were no further words spoken.

The only sounds were the flowing water and their soft breathing.

But in the silence, emotions flowed quietly.

It not only washes away the dust from your hair, but also seems to wash away the fatigue and tension of the day.

Headquarters of Interastral Peace Corporation.

Inside the deepest strategic decision-making hall, the air pressure was so low it was suffocating.

The huge oval conference table was surrounded by members of the company's top decision-making team.

Each of them was a figure who could stir up storms among the stars, yet at this moment, they all had solemn expressions and furrowed brows.

On the holographic projection screen, a brief but mind-blowing video, recorded live by the Herta, was playing repeatedly.

The Lin Hai stands tall on the snow-covered plain, its breath stirring the heavens and earth.

After the video finished playing, the hall fell into a deathly silence, with only the heavy breathing of a few people remaining.

"Gentlemen, you have all read the assessment report. The intelligence information, as well as our own state-of-the-art energy spectrum analysis... the conclusions are self-evident and need no further repetition."

"The strength level of the target, Lin Hai, has been confirmed to have undergone a leapfrog growth. Its peak energy response... has surpassed the upper limit of existing database records for all known Emanator- level individuals, and even... has touched certain edge thresholds of the near-divine realm in the theoretical model."

Close to God.

Two words.

It struck everyone like a heavy hammer blow.

This caused the faces of several high-ranking officials to turn deathly pale.

"What does that mean?"

Another middle-aged man in military uniform, with a general's star on his shoulder, slammed his hand on the table, his voice filled with barely suppressed anxiety.

"This means that all our previous plans for a military operation... are completely useless! They're just worthless pieces of paper! To him, they're probably not even worth a scratch!"

"Are we just going to let him carve out that light-year-long sphere of influence and slap our company in the face?!" a sharp female voice rang out, filled with resentment. "Where is the company's dignity?!"

"Majesty?" The elderly man at the head of the table coldly interrupted her, a hint of weariness and extreme experience flashing in his eyes. "In the face of an absolute power disparity, so-called majesty is nothing more than a child's sullen slogan. What we need to consider now is not Nihility ethereal face, but how to ensure that the company... preserves its core interests as much as possible."

The meeting entered a heated and tense debate phase.

The radicals, who advocate for attempting a decapitation strike at all costs and with forbidden weapons, and the conservatives, who believe such an act would be tantamount to suicide and would thoroughly enrage an existence that cannot be defeated, are locked in a heated debate.

Various extreme solutions were proposed, only to be ruthlessly rejected by more detailed risk simulation data.

After several hours of heated debate and three rounds of brutal data analysis, the atmosphere in the meeting room finally slid into a chilling despair.

All simulation results point to the same outcome:

Unless the ultimate measure of mutual destruction is used.

Otherwise, Interastral Peace Corporation no longer has the capability to resolve the Lin Hai within an acceptable cost.

That ultimate measure comes at the cost of the collapse of the entire Star Sea's Order, and the company itself will not be spared.

The elderly man at the head of the group wearily closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and finally made his decision.

"Vote. Agenda: Abandon all hostile actions against the target Lin Hai, shift to contact and negotiation, tacitly acknowledge its special jurisdiction over the airspace centered on Jarilo-VI with a radius of one light-year, and attempt to establish a minimum, non-hostile bilateral relationship on this basis."

The voting results were a foregone conclusion. Faced with survival or destruction, these business tycoons made the most pragmatic choice.

After the resolution was reached, the old man looked at the two people sitting at the end of the long table— Aventurine and Topaz.

"Aventurine, Topaz," the old man's voice regained its usual authority, "This mission will be led by the two of you. You have had contact with him and understand his style. The company grants you full authority, with the bottom line being... avoid war. Strive for favorable terms for the company, but... if necessary, make significant concessions. Remember, your primary objective is to establish communication channels and convey the company's... new position."

The holographic projection lit up, and the official command document appeared before Aventurine and Topaz.