After taking complete control of Mad Cow's fleet, the Gwent Card Master contacted Iron Pillar.
"We're done on our end."
Iron Pillar laughed. "Good. We'll keep sailing. Be careful over there!"
The Gwent Card Master laughed. "Don't worry. Raiding each other is an everyday occurrence out here."
"They won't notice anything wrong."
Standing beside the Gwent Card Master, Steel Bone gazed at the other ship with satisfaction. "Now that's a ship belonging to a veteran lord!"
"The space! The finish! It's so much better than the ships we cobbled together!"
He turned to the Gwent Card Master. "We've really struck it rich on this trip!"
The Gwent Card Master smiled at the 1,000 points that had just arrived in his account and nodded. "We certainly have!"
Meanwhile, elsewhere...
Aboard the Tribulation-Class transport ship Iron Chain.
The Iron Chain had not entered Dark Universe transit. On Captain Ter's orders, it was flying through the Material Universe at normal speed.
At that speed, it would take half a year to reach the front line!
On the bridge, Ter lounged in his chair, sipping coffee.
This assignment was perfect for him.
He had little ability of his own and had relied on his L75 grandfather's connections to coast all the way to L44.
Since he had never distinguished himself, he had been stuck at L44 for five years.
This time, Ter had seized a chance to transport supplies to the front line along this "dangerous" route.
It was an easy assignment that could earn him enormous credit.
This supply route was now extremely important—and extremely risky.
Other ships could be attacked by the Shadow Legion at any moment.
With danger everywhere, each successful delivery earned a great deal of credit.
Ter could afford to relax because he knew his ship would not be