Fleet Assembly

The Hermetic Society believers before them were appraising the "Angel Catalyst." Every one of them looked as if they were facing a great enemy, yet could barely conceal their excitement.

Luo was still rambling in his earphones about the technologies that had been stolen from her, interspersing them with all sorts of theoretical explanations that no one could understand.

Through the mental link, Eileen was chattering about how comfortable the storage box beneath the seat was to lie in. It was narrow but reassuring, and the little doll gave off the feeling of a cat.

Yu Sheng pretended to be nervous about the "Angel Catalyst" and quietly walked to a corner at the edge of the docking platform. The Hermetic Society soldiers watched him, but most of their attention soon returned to the "Angel Catalyst."

A clone pilot who had been sent over to deliver the goods did not even have a defensive pistol on him, and his psychic energy response was practically zero... How much trouble could someone like that possibly cause aboard such a massive starship?

Yu Sheng lightly pricked his finger with the bloodletting knife hidden in his sleeve. A few drops of blood fell onto the platform floor and were instantly absorbed by the cold steel.

That was enough. He only needed to leave a mark.

He still needed to make sure the ship returned safely to the star domain controlled by the Hermetic Society and delivered that "stone" safely back to their planet. Until then, he could not cause too much commotion.

"All parameters match the characteristics of the 'Zolda Black Stone,'" said a Hermetic Society technician, who was fiddling with a handheld device beside the force-field container. He looked up and continued, "An unstable, minute spatial distortion was detected inside the Containment Vessel. That