Xukefu landed on the battleship deck, surrounded by a crowd before he could enter the cabin.

"President Xukefu, congratulations on defeating Lievice. Now that the Abyssal Server can conquer Evil God players, congratulations indeed."

"Merely a casual act."

"Mr. Xukefu, we have a product here that's perfect for you. We'd like you to try it out, and of course, a review on camera would be wonderful..."

"Apologies, I don't eat beef."

"Make way, President Xukefu. We've heard you're about to submerge into the Starry Abyss. Rumor has it you're going to continue down the Sovereign pathway. Don't you know this occupation hasn't reached its final transfer yet? What are your thoughts?"

"The lack of a final transfer precisely indicates this pathway has no Chief God, possessing the broadest future, and naturally, I will become its Chief God."

The cabin door opened; Xukefu stepped inside, turned around, and immediately blocked the reporters:

"I know you all have many questions, but my task today isn't complete. Any doubts can be addressed once I've submerged into the Starry Abyss."

Having said that, his aides immediately closed the cabin door, leaving the reporters in outer space.

"Wait! We haven't boarded the ship yet—"

[Disconnected from Starry Abyss]

[Conscripted Bodies temporarily returned]

[Welcome to play Starry Abyss: Chaos Empire ver.7.89 again]

Leaving the game capsule, Xukefu was efficient, showering, changing clothes, shaving his beard, trimming his nails, almost every step assisted by someone.

Xukefu raised his head, looking at the equally exquisite face in the game.

In appearance, strength, and status, he had already surpassed ninety-nine percent of people his age, repeatedly defeating professional players, unifying multiple grand guilds, with wealth and assets enough for ten lifetimes.

Yet, who could have imagined that such an absolute elite lives a life devoid of privacy daily, monitored by physiological surveillance systems and implanted chips, even requiring nurses and bodyguards by the bathroom.

While supposedly helpers, they're more like observers.

After all, to them, he isn't merely a 'person.'

However, he was long accustomed to this.

Having taken care of everything, he entered the high-pressure chamber, his body's pressure gradually adjusted to normal. Xukefu then exited the Bishop's battle stance, switching to humanoid, and during the pressurization, he slowly exhaled, venting about the recent incident to those around him:

"These reporters are truly bothersome. I already know how they'll cherry-pick and sensationalize for clicks, really don't want to waste a single word on them."

"Just understand, President, those studying journalism are like that." said the person next to him, handing him clothes, "President, you can't rest yet. The next arrangement is at Clever Network Headquarters. Get ready; the vehicle's prepared and waiting at the door."

"I know."

Xukefu sighed, put on a suit, his muscular physique wrapped in dark blue formal attire:

"How long until we reach Terra?"

The assistant replied:

"30 seconds."

Having heard, Xukefu walked to the window, casually pulled down the blinds.

The vast starry sky quickly receded from view; the private orbital station descended rapidly with cables, breaking through the atmosphere, without any major jolts throughout.

As if they weren't rushing back from millions of kilometers on an alien colony, but rather leisurely sliding down a kindergarten slide.

Hiss.......

The hydraulic chamber door opened outward; Xukefu wearing sunglasses, having pre-simulated the high-pressure and gravity environment, quickly adapted to Terra's conditions.

"The feeling of the natural wind is truly different." the assistant remarked.

"Really? I find it quite similar to Starry Abyss." Xukefu remarked indifferently.

Nonetheless, on-site didn't offer them much time for conversation as a luxurious shuttle car gently approached, swung open its side-door, and a sharply-dressed, stern-faced man stepped down, extending a hand to Xukefu:

"Welcome to Fiery Summer, Mr. Xukefu."

Xukefu reached out, shaking hands with him:

"Mr. Ou Shen, or should I say three years ago's star player—Long Yuqiong?"

"As you wish, read quickly enough and become Oshen, a name's merely a code."

Long Yuqiong said while gesturing to the luxurious shuttle:

"Clever Network invites you, please board."

Long Yuqiong was a taciturn person, and not until boarding did Xukefu notice occupants in the driver and passenger seats. Although spacious in the back, he still sat forward. Xukefu glanced at the front, curiously asking:

"These two seem somewhat familiar."

"Yutianxiao and Night Fighting Sword. Of course, you can call them by their real names."

Ou Shen explained:

"Yutianxiao, formerly a renowned PVE strategy master of Starry Abyss, registered professional player, real name Yin Shuwen, now serves as the PR member at Clever Network."

"Night Fighting Sword, once regarded as a honorary professional player of Starry Abyss, real name Jiang Zhanguo, now part of the emergency action team at Clever Network."

"Hello, junior." Yin Shuwen, a middle-aged man of about thirty-five or thirty-six, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, very elegant and amiable, chuckled: "Seeing you makes me realize it's been five years already, with Starry Abyss updated for major versions, soon to release 8.0, time flies indeed."

"I feel weird being called by my real name," Jiang Zhanguo joked: "Been called by my online name for almost ten years, suddenly called by my real name, feels like I'm about to be executed."

"Greetings, seniors!"

Xukefu respectfully greeted them, sincerely expressing:

"I'm really glad, all of you present, and counting the legendary solo king Caramel Snail, all my idols are gathered."

"Jiaozi Niu... that guy's a genius, you two are somewhat alike."

Yin Shuwen had more to say but was interrupted by Ou Shen:

"Enough chitchat. Before entering the tower, we should brief young Xu."

Yin Shuwen nodded: "Indeed, new here, just started entering Primordial Tower, sure to feel a bit uncomfortable."

"Eh, it's really troublesome," driving Jiang Zhanguo commented: "Lai Anding plans this every time, newcomers to Lower Starry Abyss, all get coaxed by her and then it starts..."

"Night, focus on driving."

Ou Shen calmly said, turning to Xukefu:

"Mr. Xukefu, even if I hadn't mentioned, you should know they've summoned you here from the colony."

"I understand."

Xukefu nodded:

"The most important figure in Starry Abyss's development team and the financial backing behind Clever Network—second largest shareholder of Primordial Group, Lai Anding planner."

"Then things are clearer."

Ou Shen nodded earnestly, picked up a briefcase beside him, entered the password:

'1, 0, 7, 5, 2'

"Isn't the standard password supposed to have six digits?" Xukefu suddenly asked.

Ou Shen without looking up, said flatly:

"With us, no chance of leaks exists, five digits suffice."

As he spoke, waves of cold air like liquid nitrogen rolled out of the briefcase, Ou Shen shoved his hand inside and, a moment later, retrieved a special headband, handing it to Xukefu:

"For confidentiality, Clever Network internally issues this exclusive protection filter—you'll meet not only Lai Anding but also the game's designer, internally titled Player as Plyer teacher. Only with this can you see them."

"Then," Xukefu took the protection filter, hurriedly asked: "Will Lai Anding really fulfill my wish?"

"Of course she will," Yin Shuwen at the passenger seat smiled: "Us professional players willing to forsake competition glory and game pleasures, ultimately choosing to join Clever Network, all because Lai Anding fulfilled our wishes."

"Though paid with some minor cost..."

Jiang Zhanguo's half-joking comment, noticing Ou Shen's cold gaze in the rearview mirror, immediately redirected:

"But, certainly worth it, certainly worth it, definitely pays off."

"Hope, it truly does."

Hope ignited in Xukefu's heart, he placed the headband atop his head.

Seeing this, Ou Shen discreetly raised his wrist, logged into Starry Abyss forum backend using his wristwatch, privately sent a message:

"Target marked, monitor signal capture."

"Received."

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