Good News: He Can't Be Killed. Bad News: He's a Resource Node

The last trace of foul-smelling law residue faded from the Void.

A hundred million streaks of light rushed back into Yang Yu like a swarm returning to its hive, crashing into his body.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A rapid series of sonic booms burst through the air.

"Burp!"

Yang Yu let out a shameless belch and rubbed his slightly swollen stomach.

The eight Divine Rings around him were no longer illusory light and shadow. They had grown heavy, almost solid.

Each rotation felt like a mountain grinding through space.

The surrounding spatial barriers groaned and creaked, on the verge of shattering.

His level was still firmly stuck at 200.

But he could feel every cell in his body rejoicing.

Power brimmed within him. He almost wanted to tear a star-destroying warship apart with his bare hands just for fun.

"A little tough, but there was plenty of it."

Yang Yu patted his belly and smacked his lips, as if still savoring that Gluttony Feast.

His gaze shifted to Ling, who had remained silent in the distance.

Ling still hovered with her usual elegance.

But the floating cannons behind her had quietly powered down, their barrels lowered.

Clearly, after some precise calculations, she had abandoned her plan to "collect taxes by force."

"All right, Tin Can."

Yang Yu casually twirled his sword.

The Sword of Judgment cut a black rift through the Void with a sharp sizzle.

He spoke as casually as if he were chatting with a neighbor downstairs.

"Since we know each other so well now, I'll waive that Cosmic Docking Fee."

A faint light flickered in Ling's deep-blue electronic eyes.

She was about to speak.

But Yang Yu changed tack, grinning like a fox that had just stolen a chicken.

"Thing is, property management isn't easy these days. I've