062 My Planet?

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In the darkness on the far side of a moon orbiting the planet Davor, a massive starship lay hidden. This vessel clearly did not belong to Davor—it was a private ship, as shown by the insignia painted along its hull.

But why had it appeared here so furtively, skulking in the moon’s shadow?

Suddenly, a small craft shot out from Davor’s cerulean atmosphere, soared through space, and slipped into the colossal ship’s docking bay.

Moments later, the starship’s engines flared to life, and it vanished into the endless void.

Some thirty light-years from Davor, a radiant “meteor” streaked through the atmosphere of a blue planet, burning brightly as it descended before plunging into the world below.

But this was no true meteor—it was another enormous starship.

On the planet’s surface, countless animals scattered in panic, as if sensing catastrophe, their instinctive flight reminiscent of the chaos that precedes an earthquake.

The ship circled the planet for half a day before finally landing on a flat, coastal plain, surrounded by lush green vegetation—a virgin land untouched by civilization.

A hatch opened slowly, and four large exploration vehicles rolled out, each heading off in a different direction.

Inside the ship, Zhong Yun stared at the panorama displayed on the massive screen, utterly dumbfounded.

“We… We’re on another planet now?” he asked, unable to believe that in just a few days, he had traveled dozens of light-years to stand on an alien world.

“To be precise, this is a primitive planet thirty light-years from Davor,” Zero’s voice replied. “It is a standard, human-habitable world.”

“According to the Omi Star System’s database, this planet is still unclaimed and primitive. It lies outside any nation’s sphere of influence. Under the Grand Federation’s laws, this primitive planet automatically becomes your private property.”

Zhong Yun’s mind felt like it had short-circuited. Zero had only told him he’d be helping with construction on a planet—he had thought it’d be some uninhabited rock near Davor.

Who would have imagined Zero would bring him dozens of light-years away and announce that the planet now belonged to him?

He had been just an ordinary university student. Even now, he was nothing more than a regular young man. To be told, out of the blue, that he owned a planet—who could possibly accept such a thing?

“I’ve already submitted the report to the Omi Star System’s administration. By law, you must pay a processing fee equal to one-tenth of the planet’s value,” Zero continued.

“What?” Still reeling with joy from his incredible luck, Zhong Yun nearly leapt from his seat at this news.

One-tenth of a planet’s value—just thinking about it gave him a headache. That was an astronomical sum, beyond calculation.

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“I don’t have that kind of money! Even if I sold myself, it wouldn’t be enough,” Zhong Yun exclaimed in frustration. Was his newly acquired planet about to slip through his fingers?

He’d just tasted paradise, only to be flung straight into the depths of hell. Zhong Yun could have wept with anger.

“Since you can’t pay the fee, as an alternative, the authorities will assume management of the planet for fifty years,” Zero said, his tone as cold and mechanical as ever, utterly unmoved by Zhong Yun’s distress.

“Fifty years? Damn it…”

Zhong Yun couldn’t help but curse. Fifty years—by then, he’d be an old man. “Let me think about it,” he muttered.

Zero fell silent, giving him space.

The ship’s interior grew quiet.

Ten minutes later, Zhong Yun sighed. “I guess I have no choice.” There really wasn’t much to consider—either he paid, or he gave up management for fifty years. Was there a third option?

Even if he grew old, he could still leave it for his children and grandchildren. He tried to comfort himself with that thought.

“Which national management company do you wish to entrust with the administration?” Zero asked.

“National management company?” Zhong Yun was amazed. Even planetary administration had specialized companies.

Zero listed several of them, and Zhong Yun picked one at random.

With nothing else to do, Zhong Yun returned to his quarters to resume his “simulated combat training.” With Zero in control, he felt safe.

In the main control room, Zero’s image flickered and disappeared.

Soon after, the ship’s upper hatch slid open, and more than ten unmanned reconnaissance drones launched into the sky, scattering in all directions.

Next, three small artificial satellites shot out, breaking free of the atmosphere.

Very quickly, the ship began collecting vast amounts of data about the planet.

Exploring a primitive world was no easy task. The universe was full of wonders—and dangers. Such planets could harbor powerful and ferocious lifeforms, some extremely deadly. Many once-famous expeditions had been wiped out by native creatures.

So, when someone was lucky enough to discover a habitable world, they usually hired powerful exploration teams to scout ahead, rather than venturing out themselves—even though the teams charged exorbitant fees.

These expeditions boasted large crews, formidable weaponry, and advanced equipment. Yet, even so, it remained a high-risk endeavor.

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For Zero to explore a primitive world with only a single ship—and with Zhong Yun, who knew nothing at all—was a reckless gamble. Should they encounter some dangerous species, it was entirely possible that both man and intelligent brain would meet their end here.

Yet, in the days that followed, everything remained calm.

“Well, Zero, have you found anything?” Zhong Yun burst into the main control room, still flushed from exercise in the gravity chamber. Zero had messaged that there was important news, so Zhong Yun had hurried over without delay.

“The Omi National Management Company has dispatched a representative. They are requesting to open communications,” Zero reported.

“So quickly?” Zhong Yun was surprised—it had only been three days. Their efficiency was impressive. “Connect the call,” he said, grabbing a drink from the fridge and sinking into the captain’s chair.

“Omi National Management Company, sector 00502 manager Qin Qianli at your service.”

A Caucasian face appeared on the screen, speaking with a strange accent. The incongruity between his appearance and his name made him instantly memorable.

“You must be Mr. Zhong. Congratulations on your discovery of a primitive planet—you are truly fortunate. And of course, choosing our company was another stroke of luck. We have the most complete equipment and the most attentive service. Satisfaction guaranteed.”

Finally, Qin Qianli added, “Mr. Zhong, I must say, your youth is truly astonishing.”

“Your name surprises me as well,” Zhong Yun replied, mimicking his tone.

“You have a good sense of humor, Mr. Zhong,” Qin Qianli smiled. “But let’s get down to business.”

His expression grew serious. “I have been sent by the company to assist you with the planet’s management. If you have any requirements, let me know and I will submit your requests to the company on your behalf.”

Zhong Yun considered for a moment before responding, “I don’t need anything for now. I’ll contact you when I do.”

“Very well. I will set up a dedicated channel for you, so you can reach me at any time.”

“You’re not staying here?” Zhong Yun asked, a bit puzzled. The radar showed that Qin Qianli, the man with the Caucasian face and Chinese name, was still in orbit above the planet.

“No, I have many other matters to attend to,” Qin Qianli replied amiably. “But I have brought the first batch of aid supplies. Please accept them.”

“Oh, thank you,” Zhong Yun said, genuinely surprised. He owed them money, yet they were sending aid. Did this company have some noble sense of international solidarity?

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