For the survivors on Tampas Star, their greatest wish was nothing more than to leave this planet that had been occupied by the Nether Race and completely destroyed by war.
To return to the safe territory of the Empire.
The five people present were no exception. They had held on on Tampas Star for three years, losing their homes, their former lives, and even access to the most basic supplies.
More than that, they had to face the threat of the Nether Race every moment of every day. At night, they did not even dare sleep too deeply.
For fear of losing their lives in their dreams.
What torment, what pain such days had been!
Now that Wang Chen said he could take them off Tampas Star, it sounded no different from a dream.
The middle-aged man asked in a trembling voice, "Y-you're not lying to us, are you?"
Wang Chen sneered. "What are you worth that I'd waste my effort deceiving you?"
His words were utterly blunt, no different from a slap across the face, yet the middle-aged man's eyes lit up instead. He rasped, "Then this life of mine is yours!"
Though the other four said nothing, their expressions and eyes said it all.
Wang Chen said indifferently, "What use do I have for your life? Just cooperate honestly and don't play any tricks."
"Please rest assured!"
The middle-aged man clenched his fists hard. "Whatever you say, I'll do!"
Wang Chen had wanted to suggest that the man reset his character settings, but there was no need to make such teasing remarks now.
He withdrew his Psionic Power and said, "Eat something first."
Once the other four regained their freedom, they looked at one another and actually let out a spontaneous cheer.
A blessing in disguise, after all!