'A Fan, thank you.'
The girl silently thanked Yun Fan for his blessing in her heart. From this moment on, she was no longer a member of the Iron Cavalry of Glamoth, no longer a Stellaron Hunter, but would live as an Emanator of Causality—as Firefly.
Placing her hand gently over her chest, she felt the powerful beating within her ribcage. A faint blush appeared on the girl's face, as though she had thought of something particularly special.
'I remember that a while back, there were rumors circulating in the Xianzhou Alliance about the "Lord of Samsara." It was said that only girls who moved his heart would receive the blessing of Causality... So does that mean A Fan, he...'
Elio: ???
Elio, in the form of a black cat, looked at Firefly with a completely bewildered expression as she performed a one-woman inner monologue. Although he called himself a "slave to fate," when it came to emotions, he was actually quite the novice.
Because of this, he simply couldn't understand what kind of thoughts were running through Firefly's mind at that moment. He only felt that the girl was acting a little strange—different from usual—but he couldn't quite pinpoint what was off.
After immersing herself in her inner world for quite a while, the girl finally reluctantly snapped out of it. She forcefully patted her flushed cheeks to calm herself down.
"Hm? Elio, where are Kafka, Silver Wolf, and Blade?"
Now fully awake, the girl swept her gaze around the cabin. With a quick scan of her thoughts, her vast divine sense instantly enveloped and probed the entire headquarters spaceship.
"Uh... well, recently the Stellaron Hunters have been a bit short on funds, so Silver Wolf took on a bounty mission for Blade on the dark web. That means Blade is currently out carrying out the task. As for Silver Wolf and Kafka..."
Elio cleared his throat twice before recounting the entire incident from start to finish: how Firefly's energy had suddenly gone berserk earlier, how Kafka had tried to suppress it with her Spirit Whisper but failed, and how, in the end, she and Silver Wolf had no choice but to flee the headquarters together.
Hearing this, Firefly was first stunned, then shook her head with a helpless, wry smile.
"I'm sorry. I didn't expect things to turn out like this. It's just that I had only just obtained the power of an Emanator of Causality, and I haven't yet gained full mastery over it. That's why I accidentally affected the headquarters. I'm really sorry!"
Firefly apologized with a face full of guilt. Just as she had said, the outburst of uncontrolled energy was due to her inability to rein in the suddenly surging Path power within her body.
For a good girl like Firefly, Yun Fan had not been stingy with the supply of Path power. If the energy unit required to create an ordinary Emanator was "1," then the Path energy Yun Fan had bestowed upon Firefly was at least "3."
Therefore, it was perfectly normal for Firefly to be unable to truly control this power right away.
"So that's how it was." Elio nodded in understanding. "Because you gained the power of an Emanator of Causality and couldn't master it all at once... Wait!!"
Elio's head snapped up in astonishment, his eyes filled with shock and incredulity.
"You...! You've become an Emanator of Causality?!"
— — — —
Belobog... Administrative District, Goethe Grand Hotel...
Unlike in the past, with the full support of the Interastral Peace Corporation, Belobog's economy had developed rapidly. Trade agreements and cooperation invitations from planets across the galaxy poured in one after another.
In order to sufficiently match the dignity of the various major factions, after discussions between Supreme Guardian Cocolia and the company, the Interastral Peace Corporation and the residents of Belobog worked together.
Over the course of three months, construction crews expanded the original Goethe Grand Hotel, incorporating cultural elements from various forces across the galaxy, ultimately creating the current luxurious landmark building hotel—over a hundred meters tall with a total of thirty-six floors.
At this very moment, in the VIP area of the hotel, inside the banquet hall on the thirty-fifth floor...
Kafka sat at the dining table, her fingers lightly tapping the surface. Her deep gaze admired the beautiful scenery outside the window. After a long while, the corners of the beautiful woman's lips curved into a smile.
This sight caused the male guests who had been secretly observing the situation to feel their hearts race with longing.
Among them, several could no longer hold back their urge to strike up a conversation. They straightened their collars, elegantly picked up the red wine glasses on the table with feigned sophistication, and walked toward Kafka with what they considered their most graceful strides.
As for the bruised and battered old Sampo sitting opposite Kafka, he was completely ignored by them.
"Beautiful lady, may I have the honor of sharing a drink with you?"
The newcomer was a tall man. Judging from his attire, he appeared to be from one of the more well-known planets under the company's jurisdiction and was likely an employee of the Interastral Peace Corporation at present.
"Thank you, but I already have an appointment, so I'll have to decline with regrets."
Kafka shook her head apologetically before offering the man a polite smile.
Hearing this, the man was slightly stunned. He then turned his gaze to old Sampo, who was currently sitting opposite Kafka. Placing his wine glass on the table, he crossed his arms and scrutinized Sampo thoroughly with appraising eyes.
"If I may be frank, madam, the guy across from you really doesn't match your temperament at all. How could a celestial beauty like you possibly associate with such a sleazy character?"
Sampo: ???!!!
Upon hearing this, the innocent old Sampo—who had been unfairly targeted—had black lines running down his face as he silently typed out three question marks in his mind. Where did this bastard turtle come from? Running up to your cold-legged uncle here to show off? If I don't give you a little color to see, how can old Sampo keep mixing in Belobog?
With this thought, our cold-legged uncle suddenly stood up from his seat with a fawning expression. "Hahaha, that's right! This big brother clearly knows what's what. How could a small fry like me possibly be worthy of this lady?"
"Hahaha, I won't disturb you two. Carry on, carry on!"
Sampo laughed heartily and immediately prepared to slip away. Are you kidding? If he didn't run now, when would he?
This entire table of food and drinks was being charged to old Sampo's account. The thirty-fifth floor of the Goethe Grand Hotel was already in the VIP area—his finances couldn't support multiple outings here. Now that a fat sheep had appeared, he had to seize the opportunity.
"But big brother, since you want to sit here, how about... this table's bill...?" Sampo rubbed his hands together toward the man, his intention crystal clear.
"Hmph! At least you're sensible, kid. I like smart people. This table's on me. And here's a tip for you."
The man nodded in great satisfaction, then waved his hand grandly to indicate he was covering the bill. On top of that, he pulled several large-denomination credit notes from his pocket and stuffed them into Sampo's hand.