"Take this with you when you leave. Everyone except you and Sky Shadow has one piece. Oh, and there's also this." As he spoke, Blade Warrior quickly handed a few Light Transmitters to the chubby guy.

"Where are these from?"

"One piece goes to Alpha, since Sara is still over there. The other two pieces lead to Earth in the Solar System—your hometown is there, isn't it? Using these will save you a lot of trouble."

"Huh? But, but..."

"But what?"

Zhang Xiaobo tried to articulate his hesitation but failed to say anything coherent. It's true, these Light Transmitters seemed simple, but in reality, they were extremely pricey. Each one was worth hundreds of thousands! Using something so valuable for instant travel—it felt like an absolute waste.

Why not just take a shuttle instead? Sure, it might take a few extra days, but to think one Light Transmitter could save him years of hard work—it was a big no. This couldn't be allowed.

"Uh, is there a better way back? I've decided to keep these Light Transmitters as mementos."

Blade Warrior squinted knowingly at the chubby guy's subtle scheme. With a flick of his hand, he tossed him even more pieces, saying, "Is this enough now?"

"No, no, no..." The chubby guy kept shaking his head; he didn't want to waste even one piece. However many he could get his hands on, he'd save them all. He declared his intention to head to Maraca's Freedom Port and take a shuttle to Alpha.

"Huh?" Blade Warrior was slightly taken aback. This guy was truly one who preferred money over life—a complete miser. But on second thought, he couldn't help but smile. He said to the chubby guy, "Suit yourself. With your abilities, you probably won't encounter danger once you get over there. Even if something does go wrong, you can always activate the Light Transmitters to escape."

"Hehe, then I'll be off now!"

"Wait, there's one more thing I didn't tell you."

"What's that?"

"Once you reach Alpha, don't forget to tell Iman to head back to the Jade Clear Sect's Immortal Mountain. She's still waiting for us there, but she doesn't have a communication device. That's all."

"Haha, that's easy. Hurry up and send me off then."

Sometime later, the chubby guy boarded the shuttle. Just as it was about to take off, he waved enthusiastically at Blade Warrior, shouting, "Remember to stay in touch!"

"Got it!"

"And about what you just said, you're always welcome—even if you bring your whole family."

"Got it, I got it, I heard you!"

Faced with the chubby guy's endless barrage of words, Blade Warrior felt a bit annoyed. Still, watching a friend leave for a long journey made her hesitate to curse directly. But as the shuttle failed to start, Blade Warrior saw the chubby guy asking the pilot to halt. Clearly, he wanted to share a few last words.

Finally, Blade Warrior couldn't hold back and shouted, "Get lost already!"

As it turned out, yelling worked wonders—especially for someone like Zhang Xiaobo. As soon as her words fell, the shuttle took off into the sky within seconds, disappearing from view.

"Haha, just like old times..."

Blade Warrior stood there with a plain face, hands on her hips, recalling Feng Yi. Back then, Feng Yi wasn't as mature as he was now. She vividly remembered the farewell scene being the exact same—he even flipped her off with a middle finger.

Now there was another task ahead: helping the young Feng Yi assemble a time-space transmitter. Though this type of work could easily be handled by machines, Blade Warrior decided to do it herself for safety reasons. It was her way of expressing her feelings toward Feng Yi and the younger 'Feng Yi.'

——

Maraca's Freedom Port, Triangular Star calm spaceport.

The desolate street had barely a few shuttles left, and pedestrians rushed past hurriedly, showcasing the deteriorating local security compared to days gone by.

It couldn't be helped. Maraca's Freedom Port wasn't far from the Twin Stars, only slightly closer to Mardis. More importantly, this planet wasn't suitable for migration and wasn't under the sole governance of any power, leaving the region's security in complete disorder.

It was believed that in just a few years, once the Bizarre species grew to the stage where they could travel at high speeds, Maraca's Freedom Port and its surroundings would face the same tragic fate.

After a while, Zhang Xiaobo completed his check-in procedures and boarded a shuttle that looked relatively well-maintained.

"Dear passengers, this is the eighth flight to Alpha. Departure countdown begins in fifteen minutes. If you have any needs, please prepare in advance. We will do our best to serve you. Thank you."

Listening to the monotone, formulaic voice of the robot attendant, Zhang Xiaobo couldn't help but feel bored. Fortunately, this trip wouldn't be too long for him. Every time he thought about the forty million he'd won, every time he remembered today's windfall, joy bubbled endlessly in his heart.

Yet, as a person—a typical small-town man—he cared deeply about life's trivialities. One of his quirks was his reluctance to flaunt wealth, especially during tumultuous times. While traveling, it was better to look modest, even shabby.

Feeling elated, Zhang Xiaobo indulged himself by ordering a few bottles of cheap beer and piling up plates of complimentary dishes: greasy pork ribs and similar meats.

In this era, meat was relatively inexpensive, while vegetables were costly and more beneficial for health. Still, Zhang Xiaobo had an unyielding love for meat. So, what seemed like a tedious trip turned into an unexpectedly enjoyable one for him.

Time ticked by rapidly, and within days, Zhang Xiaobo returned to Alpha, a top-tier resource planet.

The chill wind brushing his face evoked a mix of feelings—excitement, sorrow, and a muddled swirl of emotions he couldn't quite name.

Zhang Xiaobo headed to Gallia's Seven-Star Hotel, sought out Iman, and briefed her on the situation. Before long, he finally saw Sara.

"Chubby guy, your mission was a success!" Seeing him, Sara erupted with joy, practically flying into his arms.

"Not really." Zhang Xiaobo's face fell. "But in a sense, yes—I managed to survive at least. Haha, I'm back!"

Sara giggled and playfully pinched him, "So, what's next for us?"

"Of course, a road trip—ah, cough, no. First, we'll return to Earth, the capital of the Solar System, to visit my hometown. Then..." Zhang Xiaobo trailed off, unusually hesitant.

Sara, perceptive as ever, read him like an open book. "Planning to introduce me to your parents, huh?"

"Y-Yeah, exactly! My parents!" Zhang Xiaobo nodded furiously, his head bouncing like a drum.

"Alright then."

Sara's quick response left Zhang Xiaobo dumbfounded. He hadn't expected things to go so smoothly, as if dating and winning over this gorgeous woman was actually this easy. She was simply willing to follow him without hesitation.

"What is it, silly?"

With a puzzled expression, Sara looked up at him.

"Haha, nothing." Zhang Xiaobo chuckled, and upon reflection, felt relieved. After all, the two of them had shared life-and-death experiences. He had stepped forward during Sara's most desperate moments, and she had done the same for him in his darkest hours. Their bond had formed silently during those times.

"By the way, Sara, are you used to living here? Is there anything you want? I'll get it for you."

"Eh? Since when did you become so generous?"

"Hehe, you don't know? During that last Star Wars, I was an online sensation!" Zhang Xiaobo boasted about his exploits, exaggerating his deeds as he recounted the event to Sara. While she appeared skeptical, deep down, she found his lively antics endearing.

Finally, Zhang Xiaobo decided to show off for real, pulling out two of the Light Transmitters gifted by Blade Warrior and offering his future wife an experience at instant travel—a journey of the heart. Chapter One

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