"That Celestial Palace disappeared not long after we first saw it. Do you think it could be because one day in the future, I made a different choice, and thatās why it disappeared?"
"Alright, Train Captain, my brain is beginning to reject these thoughts. Letās consider some lighthearted topics instead. Do you want to look forward to my āCosmic Levelā Supermodel Effect when I reach Level 500?"
"Not really, no."
"Alright then..."
"Just wait, I have it all planned out. Once this ore is mined, Iāll upgrade you. Youāre rushing it, but that armor next to you just canāt speak. Itās not more anxious than you."
"True, itās still more important."
...
Thousands of light-years away.
"Nami Civilization."
Today, a monumental event occurred here. A gigantic Celestial Palace suddenly appeared above a planet, and this news spread rapidly across all the planets of this civilization.
It attracted significant attention from the government.
Numerous scientific research teams went to explore.
Similarly, a minor event happened.
A father and son, who hadnāt spoken due to various conflicts, had their first conversation today, seeming to reduce the barrier between them a little.
"Huh?"
A young Little Fatty on a mining planet in the Southern Border was staring at the virtual image projected in mid-air, the huge palace occupying nearly half the sky, standing there in shock and trembling slightly as he spoke.
"Dad... Will that thing fall down? Maybe you should run first?"
"It feels dangerous."
"Didnāt mom say the Southern Border was undeveloped with many chaotic things? Why does it feel like your Northern Border isnāt much more stable either? Is this an apparition of God, or is Satan coming at the end of the year to boost performance?"
"Iām fine, son."
The middle-aged man in the image shook his head: "I have my ways. Even if it were to fall, I have a means to survive. But you should come back quickly. Stop being mad at your dad. If you like mining, Iāll set up a mine for you behind the house."
"Iāll get you a Level 10 Ore."
"I enjoy the feeling of mining on the planet myself. I like the feeling of harvesting the fruits of my own labor."
"Then Iāll buy you ten advanced mining planets to dig at your leisure."
"...Dad, you donāt have that much money, do you?"
"Itās all small money."
The young Little Fatty shook his head, not taking his fatherās words seriously. After all, the middle-aged manās three major hobbies were drinking, fishing, and bragging, which he could fully understand, and he firmly said, "I still want to earn my own money, spending what Iāve earned brings peace of mind."
"But..."
The middle-aged man frowned: "You already have a reclusive personality. There are even fewer people to talk to over there. If it continues like this, what will you do in the future?"
Little Fattyās lips moved. He almost mentioned that he had made a mysterious friend but decided not to and just irritably retorted, "Didnāt you say you were very rich? If youāre so rich, even if I have a reclusive personality, I can live off you my whole life. What am I worried about?"
"But... you need to find a woman, right?"
"With money, what woman canāt I find?"
"But you havenāt found any!"
The middle-aged man glanced around, noticed his wife wasnāt nearby, and couldnāt help but angrily say, "You just watch those films every day and do it yourself, hands-on, self-sufficient. If you just went to have some fun with a few stars, youāre already this old and still a virgin, can I ever see a grandson in my lifetime?"
"If you want to live off me, at least give me a grandson to play with, right?"
"Let me tell you clearly!"
"If you donāt have a grandson for me within ten years, donāt think for a second youāll spend any of my money!"
His deepest secret being exposed face-to-face, Little Fatty instantly became a bit embarrassed and furious, hysterically shouting, "I will never spend a penny of yours. If you want a grandson, youād better find a way to have one yourself!"
"I will never go back!"
"From now on, I donāt have you as a father, and you donāt have me as a son!"
Then he hung up the phone abruptly.
The father-son relationship, which had just started to mend, was thoroughly broken, now even closer to freezing than before.
After hanging up the phone.
Little Fatty sat on a stool, fuming with anger, gasping for breath. He was determined to earn money himself so he could spend with confidence. Once this minefield was completed, he could contract another and pay back the money borrowed from his mother for this trip. Afterward, all the money he earned would be his own.
After a long while.
He glanced at the mineās surveillance video. His new friend hadnāt come to find him yet.
This mining field would soon be mined out, and then he would have to leave. He didnāt know if he would ever see this friend again.
He had new things to talk about.
He really wanted to tell this new friend about the sudden appearance of a Celestial Palace within their civilization, as his new friend would surely find it fascinating.
...
One day later.
The research team from "Nami Civilization" had initially set foot on the Celestial Palace but had not ventured deep. They only reached the main entrance.
This palace was enormous.
In completely unknown circumstances, no one dared to go in rashly.
Under the temptation of huge profits, various civil adventure teams were sent inside the palace, and on the planet, many temporary research institutes were conducting general surveys of the palaceās appearance.
The progress was swift as well.
With central governmentās high regard, all official and civilian agencies within the Nami Civilization were mobilized together.
The power unleashed was tremendous.
Soon afterā
"Make way, make way!"
A train with an icy exterior suddenly appeared above a research institute and descended slowly to the ground. As the doors opened, a large number of armed personnel poured out, and an elderly man, extremely aged with white hair, was slowly assisted out of the train by two young and beautiful women.