That Man Finally Arrives

"Everyone's here. Has everyone eaten?" Sandman, who had eaten only half a meal, walked out feeling a bit dejected. He casually pulled open a stone stool, leaned back, and greeted everyone.

As soon as Sandman spoke, he regretted it.

"Boss, we've eaten, but it's not enough. These damned overseers are too harsh." An, a burly man, patted his stomach, which was only three-quarters full, and complained endlessly to Sandman.

"An, nobody has eaten enough..." Agapito said to An.

"Alright, stop complaining. Starting tomorrow, you'll get an extra half portion." Sandman said, looking at An's imposing physique.

He finally understood An's need for food given his size. One portion was enough for an adult miner to feel half-full, but for someone of An's build, being three-quarters full was already good.

"Thank you, boss! Long live the boss!" An's burly body, like a brown bear, lunged towards Sandman, wanting to give his beloved boss a warm hug.

"Get away from me! With your size, aren't you afraid of crushing me to death?" Sandman jumped up as he saw An's movement.

He didn't want to end up with a few broken ribs.

"Boss, we've found an Orichalcum mine. The question is, what should we do next? Should we start mining it or keep this information secret for now?" Agapito asked Sandman.

The appearance of an Orichalcum mine often brought many variables. Don't think that just because Lycaeus could raise the Raven King, it meant this was a pure land.

On the contrary, hunger could destroy all reason and drive people to do unimaginable things. Especially since Lycaeus was home not only to exiled political prisoners but also to all sorts of heinous criminals.

Before Korax even grew, there were even gang organizations that specialized in robbing other miners.

"That's right, my intuition tells me we've found an Orichalcum mine. As for what to do? Of course, we'll mine it. Are we supposed to leave it there to gather dust?" Sandman retorted.

"Boss, if this information gets out, with our strength, we might not be able to defend it." Branny was concerned that given the current situation of The Saviors, it would be difficult to hold onto the Orichalcum mine.

The Saviors miner organization was the largest in the area. Besides various miner organizations, there were also plunderer organizations formed by heinous exiled criminals.

These parasites, which attached themselves to the Lycaeus miners and sucked their blood, cast a tragic shadow over the already difficult fate of these miners.

From time to time, weaker miner organizations would be invaded by these parasites, their hard-earned ore or daily necessities stolen. In the end, they would be starved to death for failing to meet the overseers' quotas. As for becoming slaves? Sorry, Lycaeus didn't need any more slaves.

"Don't worry, mine the Orichalcum mine with all your might. If these vampires dare to come, I'll make sure none of them return!" Sandman's calm words carried an intense killing intent.

For the first time, the few leaders of The Saviors organization felt a bone-chilling killing intent from their usually jovial boss.

"An, tomorrow take people to exchange all this ore for supplies. Agapito, you'll assign some of your men to An. The rest will come with me to mine the Orichalcum. That's all, you can all go back and rest." Sandman quickly finished his deployment and dismissed the brief meeting.

On Lycaeus, rest time was also incredibly precious.

When food was scarce, lying down could save a lot of unnecessary energy consumption.

Streams of dim light shone down, illuminating the main leaders of The Saviors organization who had just dispersed. The afterglow of the setting sun cast long shadows.

People who had been busy all day could finally get a few hours of precious rest. Their tired figures soon disappeared into different areas.

Lycaeus did not have the concept of a sun. All the miners lived under the dome built by the Tech Guild. As a purely mining planet, Lycaeus had no air. All the miners could only move within this dome, which was as large as a continent.

From birth to death, under the dome.

The sunrise and sunset here were controlled by artificial lights on the dome. To ensure the miners didn't get their days and nights mixed up, the Tech Guild synchronized the time on Lycaeus with the flow of time on Giava.

Of course, this wasn't out of kindness from the slave owners. It was to allow the slaves thrown onto the planet to readjust their biological clocks, so they could mine more effectively.

Night gradually enveloped the dark Lycaeus. The miners, tired from their day's work, leaned on their mining picks and fell asleep.

As the first light of dawn appeared outside the Lycaeus dome, a subspace rift suddenly opened silently, revealing a world on the other side of the physical universe.

It was an incredibly magnificent world, filled with all sorts of vibrant colors, much like the breathtaking scenes of cosmic nebulae humans saw when they first explored outer space.

A membrane pod, enveloped by four colors, suddenly appeared in the sky above the dome without warning. Red, blue, green, and purple light intertwined.

Four colors, no, five. Upon closer inspection, at the innermost layer of the four-colored light was a membrane pod wrapped in golden light. The golden light was firmly protecting this pod.

On the membrane pod, a double-headed eagle, poised to spread its wings and fly, exuded a powerful aura of conquering the world and dominating the universe. Below this majestic double-headed eagle, a unique inscription, unlike any text on Giava or Lycaeus, read "XIX," engraved on the front of the membrane pod as if it were one.

A human infant, immersed in a transparent liquid, was sleeping inside the membrane pod. Through the transparent glass on the front, one could clearly see the handsome features of the infant, whose hair was as dark as midnight and skin as white as snow.

The four-colored light only tore open a gap between subspace and the physical universe before dissipating completely, as if its mission was accomplished. Only the golden light, enveloping the membrane pod, continued to descend directly towards the Lycaeus dome, completely unhindered.

Both the bird-servant arrays on Giava and Lycaeus were like blind men, completely unresponsive to this sudden, uninvited guest. It was clear that the technological level of this "nursery pod" far surpassed that of the slave owners of Giava.