Somewhere in the Emerald Star Cluster, an exploration fleet of a small financial group was moving through the universe. An organization like this was unable to occupy a resource planet and could only earn some profits through normal exploration and employment. This was very common in the Flickering World.
Exploration ships and transport ships were the main spaceships of this fleet. As an expedition fleet, other than the necessary crew of every ship, they were also equipped with additional manpower. They lived in a travel ship that specialized in transporting people. It mainly had living facilities, and the upper limit of the number of people it could carry was far beyond the exploration type spaceships. Most of the staff who were not in the crew role usually lived in it.
This long-distance travel ship was like a mobile space station. It was even larger than the industrial transport ship in the fleet. It took care of logistics and food supply, and it was also equipped with many entertainment facilities to satisfy the entertainment needs of the crew. The competition in the Flickering World was very fierce now. If there were no daily benefits, it would be very difficult to recruit employees. As a commercial financial group, the employees were not exactly loyal, and the living conditions were also an important factor in attracting employees.
The hall of the space station was a multi-functional social entertainment venue. There were entertainment facilities and various shops everywhere for the crew to spend. The hall was the bottom floor, and the vertical structure was a circular corridor. This meant that the space above the hall was a horizontal bridge made of transparent material. One could see pedestrians walking by when they looked up. It looked like a bustling commercial square with a dense flow of people.
On one side of the hall was the staff cafeteria. It was lively and noisy, and employees of various jobs could be seen there.
At this moment, in the corner of the cafeteria, Evans was sitting alone at a table, eating the staff meal bit by bit. His cheeks were puffed up as he chewed, and his eyes were lowered as he stared at the table in a daze.
He was still wearing the yellow protective suit, and his hood was open. He looked plain and unassuming, just like the most ordinary ground crew member. Ninety-nine percent of the people who did this job were ordinary people, the lowest employees of the financial group.
The tables around him were filled with other ground crew members. They were eating and chatting, bursting into laughter from time to time. Occasionally, someone's gaze would sweep past the lonely Evans, but they did not stop at all. They treated him like air and ignored him.
Evans had long been used to this. The ground crew members were basically ordinary people. Their efficiency was not high, and many of them liked to slack off. In comparison, he was more diligent and never slacked off. He often exceeded the quota, so he was often publicly praised by the team manager and received quite a lot of bonuses.
Because of this attitude, some of his colleagues, perhaps out of jealousy, or perhaps because they didn't like him, a former prisoner who had just been released from prison, banded together with a small group of people to isolate him. Gradually, more and more people stopped interacting with him.
Evans did not mind being ostracized. He was too lazy to socialize with his colleagues in the first place. After spending many years in prison, he no longer cared what others thought of him.
"Hey, Evans, you're sitting alone?"
At this time, a familiar voice sounded from the side. Evans looked up and saw a familiar person standing next to him with a tray. It was the supervisor of his orderly team.
There were many small teams in the Ground Service Department, and each team was further divided into small groups. The leader of this small team was just a basic cadre with no status. He was Evans's direct superior who favored him.
"There's no one around, right? How about I share a table with you? You don't mind, right?" The team manager chuckled.
"I don't mind." Evans gestured for him to take a seat.
The team manager sat opposite him and ate while chatting with Evans. Only then could the surrounding ground service staff not ignore Evans's table and turned to greet their superior.
Evans was helpless. He lowered his voice and said, "Manager, you don't have to help me out. I really don't care about being ostracized."
"That won't do. What if you're in a bad mood and slack off? Our team's work quota might depend on you." The team manager shrugged.
Evans smiled bitterly. This manager was also an ordinary person and a good person. Because of his outstanding work efficiency, he took care of him a lot and was quite friendly.
After finishing his meal quickly, Evans called out to the manager who was still eating. He then stood up with his empty tray, walked to the canteen's recycling window, and threw the tray in.
At this time, a few people in mechanical suits walked into the canteen. They were all the most basic mercenaries. Their faces were not right, and they were filled with excitement. They walked toward him and attracted his attention.
"Supers … Looks like they've taken some mental stimulants and are high."
Evans looked at this group of people a few more times. Just as he was about to walk past them and leave the canteen, he suddenly heard the volume of the conversation of these basic mercenaries suddenly increase. One of them seemed to be very excited.
"You don't believe that I've discovered a new way to use my Esper Ability? I'll show you! "
As soon as he finished speaking, the excited mercenary clenched his fist, and the air around him gathered together to form an invisible ball of wind. He slammed the ball under his feet, and the ball of wind exploded, turning into tiny wind blades that scattered in all directions.
The financial group had a rule that no one was allowed to use their Esper Ability in public. The lightest punishment was a fine, and the heaviest punishment was dismissal. However, these Grade D mercenaries who had just used mental stimulants were in a state of excitement and had completely lost their minds. They had completely forgotten this rule.
The surroundings instantly fell into chaos. The ground was filled with cut marks. The surrounding staff immediately suffered an unexpected disaster and hurriedly dodged.
Because the power of the wind ball was limited, the others were not injured much. However, Evans was the closest and was blown away by the wind pressure. His protective suit was cut into pieces.
A smear of red appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
"Someone's injured!"
Many people immediately gathered around to watch the show. The staff of the ground crew squeezed in. When they saw that the injured person was Evans, they suddenly stopped in their tracks, hesitating whether they should go forward to help him. Just as they were hesitating, the team manager had already quickly walked up and anxiously helped Evans up to check his wound.
"Where are you injured? Let me see."
"It's just a small wound. I'm fine. Ouch …"
Evans' face was tense, but the twitching of the corners of his eyes showed that his wound was quite painful. His body was cut by the wind blades, and his flesh was lacerated. He was bleeding profusely, and soon, his protective suit was dyed scarlet.
At this time, a few patrolling guards heard the commotion and ran in.
"What's going on here?"
The team manager pointed at the mercenaries with an angry expression. "They violated the rules and used their Esper Abilities in public, causing accidental injuries."
The guard frowned and glanced at the scene. When he saw that Evans was injured, he immediately looked at the mercenaries and asked in a deep voice, "Is that true?"
After this accident, these people sobered up a little. The mercenary who threw the wind ball coughed. "I did it by accident. It's just an accident. I'll go receive my punishment later."
"Hmm, fortunately, only one person was injured. At most, you'll have your salary deducted. It's nothing." Seeing this, the guard comforted the mercenaries and turned to look at Evans. His gaze lingered on the ground crew uniform he was wearing, and he said casually, "You're Evans.
It's just some flesh wounds. Go to the medical room and bandage them. You won't die. "
"That's it?" The team manager was dissatisfied. "Not even an apology?"
"This is my negligence. Sorry." The mercenary who committed the crime glanced at Evans and said perfunctorily. There was a hint of arrogance in his tone, and he was not sincere at all.
"What kind of attitude is that?!" The team manager was indignant.
This time, the guard impatiently interrupted. "Alright, he has already apologized. His salary will be deducted later. Don't be so stubborn."
Although the guard looked like he was doing his job, there was a difference in his attitude. He was also a Super. Seeing that this mercenary had only accidentally injured an ordinary ground crew member, he did not think that it was a big deal. In his opinion, although this mercenary had committed a crime, as long as he accepted his punishment, it would be best to appease him appropriately. This was more important than an ordinary person.
This mercenary also had a matter-of-fact look on his face. Seeing that Evans would not die, he could not be bothered to look anymore and turned around to chat with his companions.
This scene fell into the eyes of the surrounding people. Many ordinary people had complicated expressions on their faces.
Most Supers did not care about the impact they had on ordinary people. Ordinary people knew this very well. Even if the other party obediently apologized and accepted his punishment, their attitude was still indifferent. Seeing this, many people felt a little angry.
The fact that Supers had special privileges was the tacit rule of the entire universe. They were divided into two classes compared to ordinary people. This was already a chronic problem of class opposition.
This time, Evans pulled the team manager and stood up with his hands on his knees. Blood dripped onto the ground, splashing into blood flowers. He endured the pain and said, "I'm fine. Consider it my bad luck. Come with me to the medical room."
The team manager glared at the other party and gave up on the idea of arguing. He turned around and helped Evans out of the crowd silently.
"It's fine, it's fine. Disperse." The guard also waved his hands.
However, at this moment, something unexpected happened!
Bang!
The spaceship suddenly shook, as though it had stopped in an instant. Even the internal shock-absorbing system could not eliminate the huge inertia. Everyone present staggered and fell to the ground in a panic.
"What happened?"
"It seems like the spaceship was forced to stop!"
"Did we encounter galactic pirates?"
Just as everyone got up in panic and was about to swarm out of the cafeteria to seek refuge, the internal broadcast of the spaceship suddenly sounded, echoing throughout the entire spaceship. Everyone could hear it.
"This is the Black Star Corps. Your spaceship has been temporarily forced to stop by us. Don't panic. Our goal is only to find one person. His name is Evans, one of your ground maintenance members …"
As soon as he said that, everyone's eyes focused on Evans.
Swoosh!
In the blink of an eye, Evans' surroundings turned into an empty space. Everyone avoided him like he was a snake or a scorpion. Their faces were filled with shock and bewilderment.
The Black Star Corps is looking for this guy?
How did he offend the Black Star Corps and make them go to such lengths to find him? Does he have some other background?
At this moment, Evans' ordinary appearance suddenly became mysterious in the eyes of everyone around him.
"Black Star Corps?" Evans was stunned.
Isn't this a high-level organization that I can never come into contact with? Why are they looking for me? They should be looking for the wrong person.
He turned around and looked at the team leader. At this time, the team leader had already shaken off his hand and was hiding far away with a face of fear.
Just as Evans was about to say something, he suddenly realized that the few guards and mercenaries had walked up and surrounded him.
"What are you doing?"
"To prevent you from escaping. Since the Black Star Corps wants to see you, you will wait here obediently," the guard said coldly.
Evans clenched his fists tightly, and his chest rose and fell rapidly. After a while, he released his fists weakly and said helplessly, "Don't worry, I won't run. I also want to know what's going on."
Everyone waited there for a while. Suddenly, footsteps sounded from outside, and a group of people walked in. The upper echelons, who were usually arrogant, were all humbly accompanying the group of Black Star Corps warriors. The leader of the warriors was a Grade B Super, and he was already a big shot to these bottom-level employees.
The place became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. No one dared to breathe loudly.
The group of people walked in front of Evans, and the fleet commander pointed at him. "He's the person you're looking for."
"Hmm." This Grade B Black Star Corps warrior sized him up with an expressionless face. "You're Evans?"
Evans took a deep breath. "This is indeed my name, but I don't have any interactions with the Black Star Corps. I think you've got the wrong person."
Hearing this, this Grade B captain took out a resume and showed it to him. "This is your resume, right?"
Looking at it closely, Evans was shocked. He nodded with a face full of confusion and confusion.
The Black Star Corps is really looking for me?
"That's right. They're looking for you. Follow me." The Grade B captain nodded.
"Wait, I want to know, why are you looking for me?" Evans could not help but ask.
Everyone present perked up their ears and waited quietly for the next part of the story.
They also wanted to know the reason why the Black Star Corps would not hesitate to look for an ordinary person.
Hearing this, a smile suddenly appeared on the B-rank captain's face. He took the initiative to extend his hand and said warmly,
"You're the talent that His Excellency Black Star wants to recruit. Brother, welcome to the Black Star Corps."
As soon as he said that, the entire place fell silent.
Boom!
Then, as though a bomb had exploded, an uproar erupted!
"What!"
The team manager's body trembled, and he was dumbfounded. The guards and mercenaries just now were frozen on the spot, and they were shocked to the point of insanity.
Everyone present was shocked, and some even thought that they were hallucinating. Countless gazes of disbelief gathered on Evans.
Did we hear wrongly?
That famous Beyond Grade A Black Star had actually singled out an ordinary person to recruit him?
Could it be that he's a talent that even Beyond Grade As are tempted by?
I can't tell normally. He must be deliberately hiding his talent.
You can't judge a book by its cover!
Everyone's eyes were filled with awe as they exclaimed in their hearts.
This was especially so for those who usually ostracized Evans. They hurriedly lowered their heads, sweating profusely, afraid that Evans would notice them. Their hearts were filled with regret.
"Recruit … me?"
Evans was dumbfounded.
At this moment, he fell into deep self-doubt.
What do I do to deserve this? A Beyond Grade A is actually interested in me?
Is it really like what I imagined when I was young?
Is the power of the evil Universe Overlord, the Lord of Destruction, the Black Demon King sealed in my body?
…
At the same time, in the distant Ancient Star Desert, in a mysterious base, a few figures were discussing the news of the appearance of the Primal Chaos Mysterious Energy in a private conference room.
"Another Primal Esper Ability Entity has appeared."
"To think that it's the Primal Chaos Mysterious Energy. We have to find a way to get it."
"It's in the hands of Black Star. Black Star is a newly emerged Beyond Grade A in the past few decades. His growth rate is extremely shocking, and he's not easy to deal with."
"Black Star can live for a very long time. We don't have that much time to wait. The Primal Esper Ability Entity is the key to opening the Third Sanctum. We can't afford to lose it … Let's use the products we've developed over the years. The Primal Chaos Mysterious Energy is an important material for synthesis. We have to get it back."
"Unfortunately, EsGod's body is in the hands of the Red Empire. Otherwise, his Esper Ability would be the best tool."
"Speaking of which, Thousand Shadows is almost ready. We should be able to harvest it soon."
"Before the agreed date, we have to prepare the awakening ceremony."
"May the glory of the Primordial Ones never fade."
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