Swallowed Star: Drawing Talents

Dragon City.

On the bustling streets, Yang Wu strolled along with his two Silverstream Guards and ten Star-level slaves, enjoying the sights.

He was taking in the exotic atmosphere!

Though the entourage seemed large, it wasn't particularly conspicuous in the surging crowd. Occasionally, people would glance over in surprise, but they would quickly return to their own affairs.

After all, this was Dragon Star, often visited by scions of powerful families from the Black Dragon Mountain Empire's capital. They had even seen princes with Universe-level guards. On the other side, Yang Wu entered a treasure pavilion. Though he was ostensibly sightseeing and enjoying the exotic atmosphere, his main purpose was to procure resources.

“Two million for one?”

Okay, this is even more of a rip-off.

The old man at the rare treasure shop wasn't lying; his prices were indeed fair. Elsewhere, the lowest price was 2 million Black Dragon coins per piece.

“Buy!”

Yang Wu spent 5 billion Black Dragon coins, sweeping up all the Mu Ya crystals in Dragon City, finally collecting 3,000 crystals.

This time, it would be enough for them to digest for a long time.

“Yang Wu, don't buy the metal needed by Luo Feng for now.”

In the wrist guard space, Babata communicated with Yang Wu mentally.

“What are you planning?”

Yang Wu paused slightly, then continued walking as if nothing had happened, asking Babata in his mind.

“I want to bring Luo Feng here later!”

Luo Feng is currently nurturing his Earthling clone and won't be able to come out for a while, but he will eventually come into contact with the universe.

“Okay, you arrange it!”

Yang Wu didn't care. He didn't need to worry about Luo Feng; Babata cared more about Luo Feng's cultivation than anyone else, after all, he had personally chosen him.

The master's only successor.

Of course, pausing the purchase of metal for Luo Feng was just Babata's excuse to conceal his little vanity.

This trip to Dragon Star seemed, on the surface, to be Babata taking Yang Wu out to see the world.

But in reality, apart from Babata pointing out the route at the beginning and acting as a Baidu map, everything else was done by Yang Wu alone.

Babata himself had long been sent off to play virtual games.

For this, Yang Wu had specially purchased a smart computer to replace the previous auxiliary computer, also reducing Babata's 'burden' a bit.

Pausing the metal purchase was completely harmless. There were plenty of metal reserves on Mars, enough for the Golden Horned Beast to consume at the planet level.

Even if it advanced to the Star level, it could last for a long time.

On the third day of strolling, the communicator on Yang Wu's smart computer rang.

“Mr. Yang Wu, the planetary defense system you ordered has arrived at the planetary spaceport. Do you have time to come and take delivery of the goods now?”

The respectful voice of the arms dealer's representative came from the communicator.

The resource sweep was almost complete; it was time to end this trip to Dragon Star.

Dragon Star, planetary spaceport.

Yang Wu led two Silverstream Guards and ten slaves to the designated place in the spaceport.

From afar, they could see three transport ships, each over ten thousand meters long, parked there. The arms dealer's representative was standing there.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, they officially began the handover. Yang Wu transferred the final payment, and the arms dealer handed over the control permissions for the ships.

These three C1-class transport ships were equivalent to a gift with the purchase of the planetary defense system and would leave Dragon Star with Yang Wu.

The entire handover process went extremely smoothly, all arranged by Babata, without Yang Wu needing to worry about it. He led the Silverstream Guards and slaves into the Black Dragon spaceship.

Whoosh!

The Black Dragon spaceship took off, leaving the planetary spaceport.

The three transport ships, each over ten thousand meters long, followed closely behind, controlled by Babata.

Dragon Star's outer space.

Black Dragon spaceship control room, ten Star-level ninth-rank slaves stood respectfully behind Yang Wu.

“The spaceship has left Dragon Star.”

On the control panel screen, Babata's cute avatar appeared: “Now accelerating.”

A moment later, the spaceship vibrated slightly, successfully entering the dark universe.

Yang Wu turned to look at the ten Star-level slaves behind him.

Looking at the slaves standing in rows before him, some were strong, some were handsome, some were beautiful, some were enchanting...

In short, none were ugly.

Whether martial artists or spiritual masters, the essence of their cultivation is the evolution of their bodies, which drives the transformation of their souls.

Even if there are aesthetic differences due to racial differences, even if their appearances look a bit strange, they all share a common quality in their temperament!

Moreover, the two races he purchased, the Blackmont and Camont, one specializes in spiritual masters, and the other has physical advantages in martial arts.

But both races have one thing in common: their height and appearance are relatively close to humans.

“What are your names?”

“Master.”

One of the Blackmont women smiled slightly: “My name, translated into universal language, is Velashad Nindinita Oansna.”

“Master, my name is Qingweitian Yuchi Codesu Koson Tusrachi,” said one of the stronger Camont men.

“Master…”

“Stop.” Yang Wu's head was spinning, and he quickly called to stop. Were the names of these cosmic humans all so long?

Yang Wu pointed to the burly Star-level ninth-rank spiritual master and said: “From now on, I will call you Montu.” In one breath, from Montu to Monten, Yang Wu directly assigned them, with Monshan and Monjiu being female.

“Yes, Master,” the ten slaves responded in unison.

“Three hundred years!”

“I only need you to obey me for three hundred years!”

“After three hundred years, if you are still alive, I will remove your chip control and restore your freedom!”

“If anyone performs well during this period, I may even consider removing it early.”

Yang Wu directly gave them the freedom they wanted most. According to his own evolution speed, he didn't know where he would be in 300 years.

“We swear to protect our master!”

After Yang Wu said this, the slaves shouted loudly, their momentum completely different.

Freedom. This is what every slave desires. Three hundred years is just a blink of an eye for them.

Moreover, if they perform well, the release time can be advanced. After Yang Wu drew the big cake of freedom, all the slaves felt a surge of desire in their hearts. They would desperately complete the tasks assigned by Yang Wu, hoping to regain the freedom they had long lost.

“You can all go back to your cabins to rest,” Yang Wu ordered.

“Yes.” The ten retreated.

Only Yang Wu was left in the control room, and the control room door closed automatically.

The Black Dragon spaceship travels relatively fast in the dark universe, but the transport ships carrying cargo do not have this speed.

It only took about ten days to come, but it will take a full fifteen days to return.