"Couldn't I have come to bring you a gift?"
Hearing this, Odor looked Velin up and down before saying, "Fine then. What gift did you come to give me?"
"Uncle, you..."
Halfway through his sentence, Velin suddenly stopped. Pretending nothing had happened, he took the Golden Prism out of his Space Ring.
The moment he saw the Golden Prism, a trace of surprise flashed through Odor's eyes. "I didn't expect things to be handled so quickly."
"Huh?"
Velin, who had been about to say something, froze on the spot upon hearing that.
"This is the reward the Fate Star Being gave you."
"Yeah." Velin nodded. "Not long after the ten-thousand-meter-class Floating Battleship rose into the air, the Fate Star Being came to see me and placed the reward for completing the Trial of Fate into my hands."
"It contains Spacetime Stasis Psionic Technology from a seventh-energy-level Planet World. I thought you'd be interested, so I came to find you after the launch ceremony ended."
Odor took the Golden Prism from Velin's hand and sent his consciousness into it. A flood of complex information instantly poured into his mind.
After unilaterally blocking the flow of information, Odor looked up at Velin. "This technology is quite good. You can make a copy and trade it to that kid from another world for something."
"I understand."
At that point, Velin suddenly realized something and could not help asking, "Uncle, have you met the Fate Star Being before?"
Faced with Velin's question, Odor pondered briefly before answering, "I have."
"Then does that mean you also went through the Trial of Fate?" Velin continued.
"Not exactly." Odor shook his head. "I met him before he became a Fate Star Being, but I haven't seen him since he became a subordinate god of the God of