Is a Billion a Lot?

"No, Asta, are you sure about this? You can't spare a million, but you can spare a billion?"

Asta crossed her arms and shook her head.

"I really can't spare a million."

Then, she took out a phone from her pocket and handed it to Yan Huan.

"I'll help you open an Interastral Peace Corporation account and transfer Credits directly to you. This phone isn't worth much anyway, it's all yours."

Yan Huan accepted it as a matter of course and examined the phone repeatedly.

"How much is this phone actually worth? Don't tell me nine hundred million of that billion is for this phone."

Before Asta could react to Yan Huan's skepticism, March 7th's eyes widened.

"Big brother, they've already agreed to give you money, why are you being so picky?"

Yan Huan blinked, his gaze sharp.

"March, are you saying it's wrong to just take the money, and I should ask for some items too?"

March 7th froze, then jumped up.

"I never said that! You're twisting my words! I meant you should tone it down!"

Ignoring March 7th, Yan Huan looked back at Asta.

"Asta, I think March has a point. Do you have anything good on your space station? Just giving money is too superficial."

Asta's brow furrowed at this.

She seemed to be in a difficult position.

"Gulp." Seeing Asta's expression, March 7th swallowed hard.

She's probably angry now.

The deep friendship between the express crew and Herta Space Station is about to be ruined by this idiot Yan Huan!

"Just shut up!" March 7th grabbed her camera, raising it as if to smash it into Yan Huan's face.

I have to make my stance clear now. I'm on Asta's side.

No, I have to represent the entire Star Rail Express and stand with Asta. Any outrageous demands are Yan Huan's personal behavior and have nothing to do with the express!

Asta looked up. "I understand. March is right. I wasn't considerate enough; I shouldn't have just offered Credits."

March 7th stood there, completely stunned.

"What did I even say? I really didn't tell him to ask for things, so stop slandering me!"

Then, to March 7th's shock, Asta, with an apologetic expression, led Yan Huan to the storage room.

Yan Huan followed Asta, browsing the weapons around him, and frowned.

"Is this all? These are just ordinary firearms."

He turned and seriously asked for March 7th's opinion.

"March, what do you think?"

March 7th pursed her lips, feeling utterly speechless.

Why is it acting like this was my idea?

"Since they're being so generous, you should just pick a few items to get by," she said perfunctorily.

Yan Huan said with a serious expression, "I understand."

Then, he said to Asta in front of him, "These firearms are too ordinary. March isn't impressed."

March 7th: "……"

Asta's eyes widened. "This batch of firearms is already the finest the space station has. March, even this isn't good enough?"

March 7th: "……"

Asta sighed. "Sigh, I didn't realize your taste was so high. It seems the express crew isn't interested in ordinary things."

Thus, under March 7th's dumbfounded gaze, Asta looked around, and finding no one else nearby, began to untie her clothes.

"Hey, hey, hey, Asta, what are you doing!" March 7th quickly rushed forward and stopped her.

"No matter what, you need to maintain your dignity. Yan Huan has a problem with his brain, you don't need to treat yourself like this."

Asta shook her head.

"No, Yan Huan is a hero of the space station after all. I can't be stingy."

She removed March 7th's hand and untied the strap.

"Ahhhhh, you beast, don't you dare look!" March 7th was furious, turning around and kicking Yan Huan.

"Huh?"

Yan Huan was a beat too slow and was kicked to the ground by March 7th, rolling several times before stopping.

March 7th's chest heaved, her face flushed red, her blue-pink eyes wide open, gritting her teeth, "You beast, don't you dare covet other people's things anymore!"

Yan Huan brushed the dust off himself, a bewildered look on his face. "What did I do? March 7th, why did you hit me? Did I do something wrong?"

"You did nothing wrong, you idiot!" March 7th quickly delivered a kick and then pulled him around to face away from Asta, preventing him from looking at anything he shouldn't.

Just then, Asta's confused voice came from behind.

"What are you guys doing?"

March 7th turned to look. Asta was holding the cord.

The clothes were completely intact.

"Huh? Didn't you just...?"

She clearly remembered Asta trying to take off her clothes just now.

"What?" Asta looked puzzled. "Oh, right. Do you guys want this rope? It contains spatial power and can hold a lot of things. You just need to wear it. This is my spare."

March 7th was stunned for a moment.

"Spare? Why would you wear a spare?"

Asta gave an innocent look. "We were fighting the Doomsday Beast today, so I brought it along. If the space station gets destroyed, I can still take some equipment with me in time."

She extended her hand, offering the white knot. A faint, pleasant scent emanated from it.

March 7th reached out and took it, still warm with Asta's body heat.

"Can this really hold things? It looks too small," March 7th asked doubtfully.

The white knot looked as thin as a shoelace.

Yan Huan: "March, since it's a kind offer, let's not be picky."

March 7th: "..."

Yan Huan: "Look, we've already gone through so much trouble. A little gesture is enough. Let's not damage the relationship between our train crew and the space station."

March 7th: "..."

Asta also sighed at this point.

"Yes, yes, this is very rare. You can't buy it on the market. March, if you're still not satisfied, we can look at other things."

March 7th: "Why is it making it sound like I'm being unreasonable?!"

She was just curious about the knot, but these two were really seizing every opportunity.

Helplessly, March 7th watched with tears in her eyes as Yan Huan accepted the cord, along with a yet-to-be-released mobile phone, and his account balance increased by a billion Credits.

Even.

"Dada dada dada—!!"

Yan Huan held an AK-47 and wildly strafed the dark universe from the platform, clearly enjoying himself.

"I'm familiar with this gun. It feels so awesome to use," Yan Huan exclaimed.

March 7th: "..."

"Bang bang bang bang—!!"

Immediately after, Yan Huan pulled out the Desert Eagle pistol holstered at his waist and fired multiple shots.

"This one's good too. Give me ten of each of these two weapons. And ten boxes of ammunition too!"

March 7th: "..."

Asta behind him nodded.

"Sure. I didn't expect you to like such retro weapons. That's quite rare."

March 7th said helplessly, "Hey, aren't you incredibly powerful? Why would you want these kinds of firearms?"

Yan Huan replied, "Actually, I've had a dream of being a gun god since I was a child. Anyway, I should head back to the carriage."

Watching Yan Huan leave laden with gifts and March 7th complaining beside him, Asta couldn't help but curl her lips upwards.

She seemed to be in a good mood.

Just then, Arlan, who had been hiding in the shadows, slowly emerged.

"Miss."

"Mm," Asta smiled. "I didn't expect to befriend an Emanator-level combatant with just a little bit of money. It's a huge profit."

"It's just tough on Miss March 7th," Arlan said. "She's genuinely embarrassed."

Asta waved her hand.

"It's fine. March is also, Yan Huan is also, they are all very interesting people."

A hint of relief flickered in her eyes.

"Mr. Welt said that if Yan Huan accepts my money, it means he's willing to continue helping Herta Space Station. If anything happens here in the future, he will come back."

Arlan nodded.

Although they hadn't spent much time together, he trusted his young lady's judgment.

After watching Yan Huan and March 7th walk away, the space station returned to the silence it should have had after the disaster.