Gavray was stunned by the Black Glove's maneuver.
I knew you were shameless, but I never expected you to be this shameless!!
Setting aside the ten thousand questions in his mind, and ignoring the nonsense in the other's words,
the other's behavior was actually identical to the development model of some emerging ascended civilizations. They were all trying to develop some kind of civilization-specific business, then establish a foothold in the Civilization Council.
The only difference was that the other's way of establishing a foothold was—charging protection fees to other ascended civilizations?
"Don't worry. At first, we'll only target ascended civilizations of the same level at most. I'm not suicidal. I won't sell the coordinate information of level-five or level-six civilizations."
"No, you even have level-six ones!?"
Gavray's eyes went wide, and the temporal-spatial golden sand in them nearly spilled out.
"More or less."
High Engineer replied vaguely.
Back then, under the Invisible Empire's ultimate attack, apart from truly advanced civilizations—in other words, level-seven and level-eight civilizations that could barely withstand it—the other ordinary ascended civilizations had almost no power to fight back.
It was precisely after seeing this that he decided to run.
He was a half-step advanced civilization, but the problem was that if half of you was chopped off from head to toe, you would still die if you were supposed to die.
High Engineer knew his own circumstances, but Gavray viewed him from another angle. He looked High Engineer up and down, pondered for a long while, and finally forced out a sentence.
"Brother, you say you're Lady Olga's Black Glove, but actually, you're her male favorite, aren't you?"
Apart from the Temporal-Spatial Administration, which controlled nearly all the timelines of the multiverse, Gavray could hardly think of any other way to obtain so many ascended